Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

"Brother, are you okay?" Erya asked softly, her little face looking cautious.

Song Yan took a deep breath and forced a smile: "It's okay, what can happen to me?"

He thought his smile was kind enough.

Little did he know that in Erya's eyes, his handsome face inexplicably added a bit of viciousness, and the slightly upturned corners of his mouth looked like a fake smile.

Thinking back to Song Dashu's ferocious appearance in the past, Erya couldn't help but shudder.

Song Yan did not notice Erya's fearful movement.

After coming to his senses, he found himself still lying on the ground. It was a chilly spring day and the ground was icy. No wonder his back felt chilly.

He sat up and stretched out his hand to Erlin: "Help me up quickly."

Erlin quickly reached out and pulled him.

The excessive movement pulled at the wound and Song Yan felt a tearing pain.

He raised his hand and touched the back of his head, grimacing in pain: "Hiss!"

When he looked again, his hands were covered in blood. Song Yan's expression was instantly horrified: "No, I'm in trouble. Go call a doctor."

Erya pinched the corner of her clothes and said in a trembling voice: "Brother, we don't have money to hire a doctor."

Hearing this, Song Yan was stunned for a moment, then reached out and touched his body, only to find a few copper coins.

"Is this enough money?"

"That's enough." Erlin reached out and took the copper coin.

He turned to Erya and said, "You stay at home and take care of big brother. I'll go get the doctor. If anything happens, go ask Aunt Niu for help."

After saying that, he walked out of the yard and happened to see his next-door neighbor, Aunt Niu, who was standing on tiptoe and looking over here.

Seeing Erlin coming out, she asked loudly, "Erlin, where are you going?"

"I'll go get a doctor for my brother." Erlin replied.

Aunt Niu's face changed, and she immediately started to curse: "That heartless person has done something evil again."

"Why did you hire a doctor for him? Just let God take away this disloyal and unfilial bastard!"

The auntie cursed so loudly through the door that Song Yan couldn't pretend not to hear it.

He covered his ears like he was trying to cover up a crime and slowly moved into the house: "I'll go inside and lie down first."

Stay calm, stay calm, the one being scolded is the original owner, not him.

When I entered the room, I saw that it was empty, without even a table or chairs for eating.

There was only a bed made of two wooden boards, covered with thatch and a thin quilt stuffed with willow catkins. It was so poor.

Song Yan sat on it. The bed creaked and looked like it would collapse at any time. He slowly lay down on the thatch and stared at the ground in a daze for a while.

Erya came in with a bowl: "Brother, drink some water."

Song Yan took the bowl, only to see that there was a hole in it and the water was a little turbid. His throat was so dry that it was almost smoking, but looking at the dirty water, he found it difficult to swallow.

"Thank you." Song Yan said, holding the bowl.

Erya was surprised that her elder brother would actually thank her.

Could it be that he has some bad intentions again?

She was alert and ran away quickly without even taking the bowl.

Song Yan didn't care and just thought she was shy.

The original owner, Song Dashu, was rarely at home and had never spent much time with his two younger brothers and sisters, so he was not very familiar with them.

He stared down at the water in the bowl. His headache now was how he was going to survive in this ancient time when supplies were scarce.

I thought, it would be great if there was tap water in ancient times, so that we could drink it directly without filtering or boiling it.

Tap water...

There was no running water in ancient times, but he had running water in his kitchen.

Oh, how could I have forgotten it.

He slapped his forehead, which hurt the wound again, and he gasped in pain.

After the pain subsided, he moved his mind and entered the spatial kitchen.

After graduation, Song Yan couldn't find a suitable job for a long time and encountered difficulties in interviews.

He was disheartened and packed his bags and returned to his hometown to inherit the small shop left by his grandfather.

But he didn't expect that as soon as he reopened the shop, a modern multifunctional kitchen appeared in his mind.

There are all kinds of kitchen utensils, including oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, pots, pans, bowls, steamers and ovens, and dishwashers.

There is also a 1000-liter extra-large refrigerator filled with a variety of meats, fruits and vegetables. When they are used up, they can be automatically replenished the next day.

The taste of the ingredients is exactly the same as what he grew up eating.

Song Yan suddenly realized that it was no wonder that she had never seen her grandfather go to the vegetable market before, but the refrigerator at home was always full of various expensive fruits, so many that they could not be eaten.

At that time, he was always worried about eating his grandfather out of money.

He hasn't had such delicious meals since his grandfather passed away.

Even if he copied it according to the method his grandfather taught him, it was still far from as delicious as his grandfather's.

My grandfather died of a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. He passed away in a hurry and did not leave any last words.

In fact, when his grandfather adopted him, he was already very old, and many people suggested sending him to an orphanage.

But grandpa didn't want to, saying that picking him up meant they were destined to be together.

His grandfather even named him "Song Yan" because he likes to eat coriander.

The grandfather and grandson depended on each other for twenty years and had a very good relationship. When his grandfather passed away, he was sad for a long time.

It was not just because he couldn't find a job, but more because he missed the days of cooking with his grandfather that he decided to come back and inherit his grandfather's shop.

Thanks to Space Kitchen, he, who had just graduated and was short of money, saved a lot of money on buying food.

Later, after he became famous through his own media, he traveled to many places, learning about local cuisine and adding ingredients to his multi-functional kitchen.

Seeing that the kitchen was still there, Song Yan felt very relieved and had the confidence to continue living here.

However, after the consciousness enters the space kitchen, the body will remain outside.

Otherwise, when he fell off the cliff, he would have hidden in the kitchen and would not have fallen to death.

He licked his dry lips and was about to take a small tomato from the refrigerator to quench his thirst when he heard Erya's voice: "Brother is lying in the room."

"Humph!" the old voice muttered, "It's just a broken head. Just apply some ash on it. Why did you drag me all the way here?"

Song Yan sat up immediately and saw Erlin supporting an old man into the room.

He remembered that this was the barefoot doctor in the village. His medical skills were average, but as long as he didn't kill the patient, it was fine.

Everyone in the village loves to go to him for medical treatment, simply because it's cheap and he only charges a little for the herbs.

When Doctor Zhang saw Song Yan, he immediately looked at her coldly: "Where are you injured?"

Song Yan pointed to the back of his head: "Here."

Doctor Zhang came forward, parted her hair, took a look, and said casually, "It's just a minor injury. Just burn some ashes and apply it."

Song Yan tugged at his sleeve: "Isn't there any medicine that can stop bleeding and remove blood stasis? Medicinal powder will do."

Doctor Zhang slapped his claws away, puffed his beard and glared, and said, "No!"

He cursed: "Your body is so precious, and you still want to take medicine. Aren't you afraid of dying from it?"

Song Yan touched his nose and asked again, "Hemostatic herbs are also fine, such as Panax notoginseng and thistle."

Doctor Zhang looked at him in surprise. He didn't expect that this little gangster, who was usually uneducated, actually knew something about medicinal herbs.

He turned around and said, "Xiao Linzi, come up to my place later and take some herbs back to apply on your brother."

Song Yan quickly asked, "Hey, how much are the herbs? Can you make it cheaper? If it's too expensive, I can't afford it."

Doctor Zhang left angrily, and before leaving, he said, "No money required!"