Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

When Song Yan woke up, he was the only one in the room. He rubbed his aching temples, got up and went out.

I didn't sleep all night last night, and only closed my eyes a little until dawn.

As soon as I opened the door, a familiar figure came into view.

Oh wow.

If there is a road to heaven, you don’t take it; if there is no door to hell, you can come to it on your own.

You bastard, you finally fell into my hands.

Song Yan sneered and said slowly: "Hey, that guy, come here for a moment."

The man turned around reflexively, his face darkening: "Why is it you again?"

"Hey, isn't this the skinny monkey?" Song Yan leaned against the door, folded her arms, and looked at him with a smile.

The smile made Shouhou feel uneasy: "Why are you in Brother Ying's room?"

"What do you think?" Song Yan asked back with a raised eyebrow.

Skinny Monkey was so shocked that he stuttered: "You, you, you, did you climb onto Brother Ying's bed?"

Song Yan's face darkened: "What nonsense."

It turns out that people with dirty hearts see everything as dirty.

He raised his chin slightly: "I am your honored guest now, remember to be respectful to me."

The skinny monkey didn't believe it and sneered, "You are a distinguished guest?"

"You don't believe what Brother Ying said?" Song Yan said slowly.

The skinny monkey clenched his fist and waved it in front of him: "If you dare to talk nonsense, I will beat you to death."

"Brother Ying——" Song Yan shouted.

"What's the matter?" Brother Ying came out from the main hall next door.

Seeing the dark circles under his eyes, Brother Ying was horrified: "Brother Yan, who hit you in the eye?!!"

After last night's long conversation, he had an even greater respect for Song Yan and wanted to become sworn brothers with him right on the spot.

The way he was addressed also rose from Brother Song to Brother Yan.

Song Yan looked at him quietly and said nothing.

Brother Ying turned around and looked at the skinny monkey angrily: "Is it you?"

He raised his hand to hit someone: "Brother Yan is our honored guest. If you dare to touch him, you are courting death!"

The skinny monkey covered his head, not daring to hide, and kept shouting in injustice: "Brother Ying, I didn't do that. I just scared him."

Brother Ying slapped him hard and said, "Don't even try to scare me. If you do that again, you'll go to Old Shen to get punished."

Lao Shen, also known as the head of the Law Enforcement Hall, is responsible for managing the order of the gang.

Speaking of Old Shen, Song Yan suddenly remembered that the one-eyed young man who ate the fastest last night was Hall Master Shen.

Don't be fooled by his usual smiling face and easy-going appearance, he is never lenient towards his gang members who make mistakes.

"I'll find a doctor for you." Brother Ying started walking away.

Song Yan quickly stopped him: "No need, maybe you didn't sleep well last night."

"Forget it, go wash up first, I'll call someone to get you some water." Brother Ying looked around the yard, and only Skinny Monkey was there.

He pointed at the skinny monkey and said, "Go get a basin of water and help Yandi wash up."

The skinny monkey was full of disbelief, but he didn't dare to disobey the gang leader's order, so he reluctantly went to get a basin of water and brought it over.

Song Yan looked at him suspiciously: "You didn't spit in the water, did you?"

The skinny monkey widened his eyes: "Don't slander me."

Then a look of regret appeared on his face, wishing he had spit a few times into the water earlier.

Seeing his expression, Song Yan finally felt relieved. She scooped up a handful of water with both hands, rinsed her mouth, and then washed her face.

He picked up a towel and wiped his face, asking, "What did you have for breakfast?"

"I don't know." Skinny Monkey said impatiently. He didn't eat in the gang, so how would he know what to eat in the morning.

Song Yan waved her hand: "Alright, you can get out of here now."

The skinny monkey couldn't stand it any longer: "Mr. Song, don't go too far."

Unexpectedly, Song Yan turned around and shouted at the door: "Brother Ying!"

The skinny monkey gritted his teeth and slid to his knees decisively: "I'm sorry, I was wrong, please be magnanimous and forgive me."

After teasing the skinny monkey, Song Yan suddenly felt refreshed.

After washing up, he went to the kitchen to find something to eat as if he knew the place well.

"Auntie Fatty, what do you have for breakfast this morning?"

"Millet and pumpkin soy milk, made according to your instructions. Try it and see if it tastes right." Aunt Pang brought up a bowl of thick soy milk.

Aunt Hua said, "Xiao Song, wake up. I brought you the pork fat you requested last night."

"Thank you, auntie. How much is it?" Song Yan took out some silver from her arms.

When chatting with Aunt Pang yesterday, Song Yan said that she wanted to buy some pork fat to make oil.

Aunt Pang said that pork fat is hard to buy and usually needs to be reserved in advance.

It was getting late now and the pork stall had already closed. Where could I find anyone to make a reservation?

At this time, Aunt Hua said, "Isn't it just pig fat? I'll get it for you."

After asking further, I found out that there was a pork shop next door to her house.

Aunt Hua didn't even take the silver, saying she would ask if he had any. If he did, she could bring it to him and she would give him the silver later.

At that time, fat was a few cents more expensive than lean meat. A pack of pork fat weighed about five or six pounds, which cost 118 cents.

Song Yan gave the silver, packed up the pork fat, put it in the backpack, and went to say goodbye to Brother Ying.

"Brother Ying, I'm going back. Remember what I told you last night. I'll come back in half a month."

"Okay, don't worry, I promise to do a great job." Brother Ying said, "Next time you come, just wait to get paid."

Originally, Song Yan didn't want to stay last night, but Master Chen said that he had something to ask him.

Song Yan had no choice but to stay. As they chatted, she couldn't help but impart some sales experience to them.

For example, when selling moldy tofu, customers may be hesitant and dare not buy it when they see the moldy tofu with hair on it.

At this time, you need a few people to pretend to buy moldy tofu, try it on the spot, praise it sincerely, and then encourage others to buy it.

Once encouraged, the onlookers will most likely buy some to try.

Gradually, fermented tofu will be accepted by the public.

However, there is no such concern for bean curd skin and yuba.

But the recipe for tofu skin can be easily cracked by others, so they have to build their reputation first and be the first to seize the market. Even if others develop tofu skin in the future, they have already made enough money.

As for how to actually do it, that is not Song Yan’s concern. He just gives suggestions and does not intend to interfere too much.

Song Yan also has a recipe for stinky tofu, but I have been hesitant to give it to you. Stinky tofu is just like snail noodles, people who love it love it, and people who hate it hate it.

Song Yan hasn't decided yet whether to teach them how to make stinky tofu.

Today is the market day, and the streets of the county town are much busier than yesterday, with street vendors shouting loudly.

Song Yan walked around, buying whatever he saw. When he saw a stall selling candy, he bought a bag of malt sugar and took it back for his two kids.

Then he saw some silk flowers for sale for little girls, and he picked out a brightly colored one.

It's painful when paying.

After paying the money, I looked up and saw a cloth shop on the side of the road. I didn't look closely and just turned in.

When I entered the store, I realized that it was a silk shop. When I asked the price, I finally gave up.

Finally, under the shop assistant's disgusted gaze, he left in shame, holding his chest.

It’s too expensive. I can’t afford it. I can’t afford it.

Then I went to the cloth shop next door and bought two pieces of ramie and linen.

After buying the cloth, Song Yan calculated in his mind what else he needed to buy.

I already have the soy sauce, which was given to me by Auntie Pang, who said she brewed it herself.

I also bought pork lard.

As for other meat and vegetables, you can just take them out of the refrigerator and there is no need to spend money to buy them.

Oh, yes, there is still some salt that I haven’t bought.

Song Yan spent 50 cents to buy a bag of salt, about one pound.

The blades of the kitchen knives at home are curling, so I should buy a new one.

When I bought the kitchen knife, I remembered that I didn’t have a cooking pot at home, so I bought an iron pot.

Finally, I went to the grain store and bought two buckets of rice. When I came out, my backpack was heavy.

Song Yan felt a little tired as she had hardly slept the entire night before.

After walking around for the whole morning, I was too tired to walk anymore. I kept yawning and tears welled up in my eyes.

Very sleepy.

He resisted the urge to sleep and thought about it, and realized that there was still a ewe that had not been bought.

Yaya was a premature baby. Now she is only three months old, but she has started drinking rice soup. Perhaps it was because of the lack of nutrition when she was a child that she has been weak ever since.

Song Yan thought about buying a ewe and feeding her with some goat milk every day.

But after walking around, I didn’t see any ewes with lambs. Well, I’ll come back another day.

It was almost noon and he was hungry, so he bought some pancakes and ate them while walking towards the city gate, preparing to rent a car to go home.

When passing by a stall, he glanced at it casually and was suddenly stunned.

He walked up quickly, pointed at the things in the bag, and asked the vendor: "What kind of seeds are these?"