Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

At noon, the four classmates had lunch in the dining hall.

Ma Kaicheng's chubby face was full of regret. He was depressed and had lost his appetite. Even today's food became tasteless.

After the meal, Zhao Jiaping saw that he was still depressed, so he comforted him: "It's just an ordinary test, don't worry too much, just work harder in the future."

Ma Kaicheng shook his head and smiled bitterly: "If I don't do well in the exam next time, I'm afraid I'll be demoted to Class B."

Hearing this, the other three didn't know how to comfort him. In fact, Ma Kaicheng was diligent and studious, but his brain was not very bright. He only relied on rote memorization to barely keep up with the progress of Class A.

"Forget it, I'm not cut out for that." Ma Kaicheng said dejectedly, "If it really doesn't work out, I'll go back and butcher pigs with my dad."

Ma Kaicheng was born into an ordinary family. His father was a butcher with broad shoulders and a big waist. He was also chubby since he was a child. As there was no shortage of meat at home, he was always fat.

Song Zhengdu put down his chopsticks and spoke slowly: "I thought the same as you that day, and felt that I was not suitable for the imperial examination. It was your brother who comforted me and asked me if I was willing to let all my efforts go to waste like this."

Ma Kaicheng and the other three looked surprised, but did not interrupt him and listened to him quietly.

"I'm not willing to accept this."

"Later I thought about it carefully. I have no other strengths except reading. If that's the case, why not believe in myself again? No matter how bad it is, it will be better than now."

After listening to this, Ma Kaicheng and others were all thoughtful.

Song Zhengdu paused for a moment and said, "And Kaicheng, you have a solid foundation, but you just lack understanding. If you don't understand something, feel free to ask me."

"You can also ask me." Zhou Teng said.

Zhao Jiaping also said: "Although I am not as knowledgeable as them, if you ask me anything, I will tell you everything I know."

Ma Kaicheng forced a smile on his chubby face and said gratefully, "Thanks, brother."

After these words, Ma Kaicheng felt relieved. He suddenly remembered something and asked casually, "By the way, Zhengdu, why did the teacher ask you to go out just now?"

Song Zhengdu pondered for a moment and felt that there was nothing to hide, so he answered truthfully: "The teacher asked me to prepare to take the county exam next year."

Zhou Teng nodded and said, "A few days ago, the teacher also told me that I could give it a try next year."

Zhao Jiaping showed a bit of envy, but not jealousy. He said sincerely, "Then I wish you two success."

Ma Kaicheng followed with some words of congratulations.

Then he looked around and asked in a low voice, "Besides you two, I heard that Gu Qianfan will also take the county exam."

Ma Kaicheng didn't say that the boy has been very popular in the private school recently, and many people predict that he will be the top scorer in the county examination next year.

In the private school, Gu Qianfan only interacted with students from wealthy families and could not get along with common people like them.

Ma Kaicheng secretly thought that if Gu Qianfan won the first place in the case, he would probably become even more arrogant.

It would be better to let Zhengdu and Zhou Teng take the first place in the case. Besides, he felt that Zhengdu was no worse than Gu Qianfan.

Ma Kaicheng said secretly: "Zhengdu, I am optimistic about you."

Song Zhengdu didn't understand why, so he responded with a smile.

At this time, Zhangjia Village.

After Song Yan rested for a while, Aunt Niu called her to pick persimmons together.

I followed Aunt Niu into the mountains and after walking for a while, I saw several persimmon trees.

The persimmon tree is full of fruits, bright yellow, like lanterns filling the branches.

Song Yan looked up and said, "Aunt, it seems no one has ever picked these persimmons."

"Aniu saw it yesterday when he went up the mountain to chop firewood. Let's pick it quickly before anyone finds it." Aunt Niu said, rolling up her sleeves and preparing to climb up the tree.

Song Yan was startled and said quickly, "Aunt, let me do it. I'm young and not afraid of falling. But you're old and it would be a big deal if you fall."

"How can you talk like that, kid?" Aunt Niu glared at him.

What do you mean by old arms and legs? Is she that old?

"Stop talking nonsense and pick persimmons."

Song Yan put down the backpack, reached out to grab the branches, pushed the trunk with his feet, and climbed to the top of the tree in no time.

There used to be a pomegranate tree planted in front of his house. When Song Yan was a child, he climbed trees every day and became very good at climbing trees. A mere persimmon tree was no problem for him.

The persimmons on the branches were all plump. Song Yan picked a persimmon first and squeezed it gently.

Persimmons have a thin skin, and when you tear open the skin, you'll immediately see the bright orange flesh inside.

The persimmons after the frost are very sweet, and the flesh is delicate and refreshing. Song Yan holds the persimmon and eats it with relish.

"Aunt, this persimmon is so sweet, please try it." Song Yan picked another persimmon and threw it to Aunt Niu under the tree.

Aunt Niu caught the persimmon that was dropped, tasted it and said, "This persimmon is good, sweet and not astringent."

"Aunt, hand me the backpack."

Aunt Niu handed him the backpack.

Song Yan fixed the backpack on the tree and began to pick persimmons. He picked the crisp persimmons first because they were not afraid of being crushed.

I picked most of the crisp persimmons in the basket, and then picked the ripe soft persimmons at the end. The soft persimmons have soft and sticky flesh, and they are easily crushed if placed below.

I saw that the backpack was almost full.

Song Yan carried the heavy backpack and handed it to Aunt Niu, and then replaced it with the basket that Aunt Niu brought.

After planting one tree, I replaced it with another one.

Even when the two baskets Aunt Niu brought were full, there was still one persimmon tree that had not been picked.

Aunt Niu carried two baskets of persimmons on a shoulder pole and told Song Yan, "Wait here. I'll go back first and come back after I finish picking them."

Song Yan said, "Aunt, we can't eat all of them if we pick so many."

Aunt Niu said, "What are you afraid of? If you can't finish them, you can dry them into dried persimmon cakes."

Oh too.

In the past, persimmons were not grown where Song Yan lived, and he rarely ate persimmon cakes, so he didn't think of persimmons being able to be dried into persimmon cakes.

Aunt Niu went down the mountain carrying persimmons. It was a long way to the bottom of the mountain and she probably wouldn’t be back soon.

Song Yan held a persimmon in her hand and ate it slowly. She walked around the area and found some wood ears, which she picked and took home.

If the backpack can’t fit, stuff it into the space.

We picked things as we walked, including wood ear mushrooms, some fungi, and wild fruits.

Song Yan had just picked up a nest of porcini mushrooms. When he stood up, a brightly colored pheasant flew past him.

Song Yan was stunned for a moment, ran after it for a few steps, and finally watched the pheasant fly away.

Song Yan comforted herself by thinking that in modern times, it might be a protected animal, so she just didn't have to eat it.

"Xiao Song——" Aunt Niu's call came from the other side of the persimmon tree.

"Here I come, I'm right here!" Song Yan patted the mud off his hands and trotted over.

After picking all the remaining persimmon fruits from the tree, it’s time to go back.