Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

The vendor was not very old and had a tanned complexion. Perhaps it was because he was often outside, so when he smiled, he showed a row of white teeth.

"These are all seeds I collected from the south. I don't remember what they are called."

The vendor pointed to two cloth bags and said, "This side has vegetable seeds, and that side has flower seeds."

Song Yan grew up in the city and had almost no experience farming. He only knew a few common kinds of beans from the vegetable seeds he knew.

As for some vegetable seeds, he could hardly recognize them.

Song Yan picked up the vegetable seeds and said, "Then I'll take this bag."

"Thirty cents in total," said the vendor.

Song Yan was shocked: "It's so expensive."

The vendor smiled bitterly: "Sir, I went to the south to collect these. I climbed mountains and waded through rivers along the way, and I almost lost my life there."

He had described it so miserably, what else could Song Yan say?

"Then give me something else."

The vendor picked up the cloth bag containing the flower seeds and said, "Sir, do you want some flower seeds? I'll give you some."

"Okay, give me a few of each," said Song Yan.

"Okay." The vendor skillfully picked out dozens of flower seeds, wrapped them in oil paper and handed them to him.

Song Yan put away the flower seeds, continued to eat the pancake, and walked towards the city gate.

After finishing the last bite of the pancake, I just arrived at the city gate.

Song Yan asked several cart pullers, but they all said they were not going to Xijiang Town. Until he asked a cart puller with ox carts, there were already two or three people on the cart.

"To Xijiang Town, three cents," said the driver.

After Song Yan paid the money and got on the ox cart, he put down the backpack and leaned against it to close his eyes and take a rest.

He didn't notice that an old man next to him glanced at his backpack inadvertently.

"Little brother, you are going to Xijiang Town too." Dashu came over and said.

Song Yan was so sleepy that she could not open her eyes and responded incoherently.

Not long after, another person got on the ox cart. Then the driver cracked the whip, and with a "snap" sound, the ox cart began to move slowly.

The ox cart was shaking all the way, and Song Yan had not originally planned to sleep. However, the shaking of the ox cart made him unable to resist the sleepiness and he fell into a daze and fell asleep.

Even when he fell asleep, Song Yan remained alert.

He woke up suddenly when he felt someone moving his backpack.

He suddenly opened his eyes and grabbed the hand that was reaching for his backpack: "What do you want to do!"

Song Yan lowered his voice and spoke in a fierce tone.

The man quickly retracted his hand, smiled awkwardly and said, "I just want to take a look. I don't want to do anything else."

Hearing the noise, the other people on the ox cart looked over at the same time, but no one dared to say anything.

Song Yan did not expect them to help him, but pulled out a kitchen knife from his backpack. The blade was shining coldly and was very sharp, which made people shudder.

"Hiss!" Several people took a deep breath.

Then, Song Yan said with a gloomy face, "If you dare to reach out again next time, I will chop off your claws."

The driver in front also trembled and said tremblingly: "Little brother, calm down and don't be impulsive."

Song Yan held the kitchen knife and glanced at the people on the ox cart.

When a few people met his gaze, they hurriedly turned their eyes away, not daring to look at him again.

Especially the middle-aged man who wanted to steal something, his face turned pale with fear. He just wanted to steal something, but he didn't want to lose his life.

"Get out!" Song Yan spat out a word coldly.

"I'll get out of here right now, I'll get out of here right now." The middle-aged man climbed down the ox cart in a panic and ran away quickly.

Song Yan put the kitchen knife back into the backpack and continued to lean against the basket. She closed her eyes, feeling her eardrums vibrating violently with her heartbeat and her breathing becoming heavy.

His actions seemed calm and ruthless, but in fact, he was so nervous that his hands were shaking.

Fortunately, no one else dared to look at him, so they were scared away by him.

I didn’t expect that the kitchen knife I just bought would come in handy so soon.

After this incident, Song Yan became more deeply aware that this is a world where the strong prey on the weak. When facing petty thieves or hooligans, you must never show any cowardice. Show enough momentum first, and others will be in awe of you.

On the rest of the way, Song Yan just closed her eyes and rested, not daring to let herself fall asleep.

As soon as they arrived at Xijiang Town, several people in the car got off hurriedly and left.

Song Yan picked up her backpack and hired a donkey cart for two cents to return to the village.

The man driving the donkey cart was from the next village, and he was quite cold towards Song Yan.

Song Yan didn't feel like chatting with anyone at the moment, so he walked to the village in silence.

When they got off the car at the entrance of the village, they saw that there was no one on the road. Song Yan took out the meat that had been thawed in the sink from the kitchen and put it in the backpack.

When Song Yan picked up the backpack again, her expression twisted: "It's so heavy."

He quickened his pace and walked home.

Song Yan actually felt relieved when he saw the familiar thatched cottage. Before he even entered the house, he shouted, "Erlin, Erya, brother is back."

As the voice fell, a young boy came out of the house: "Brother!"

"Come quickly and help me carry it. It's so heavy!" Song Yan took off the backpack and rubbed his sore shoulders.

Erlin almost dropped the backpack when he tried to lift it. He was surprised and asked, "Brother, what did you buy? It's so heavy."

"I bought a lot of food and daily necessities." Song Yan looked around the room. "Where are Erya and Yaya?"

"They went to Aunt Niu's."

Just as he was speaking, he heard Erya's voice: "Is Big Brother back?"

The little girl came into the room skipping and jumping, and when she saw Song Yan, she immediately stood still like a cat seeing a mouse.

Song Yan was amused and waved at her: "Come here quickly, Erya, I brought you gifts."

Erya opened her eyes wide, as if she couldn't believe that her elder brother would actually bring her something.

Then Song Yan took out a beautiful silk flower from his arms and handed it to her.

"Do you like it?" Song Yan asked jokingly.

Erya held the silk flower carefully and nodded stupidly. The joy and cherishment in her eyes were so strong that they almost overflowed.

My mother also had a silk flower before, saying that it was given by my father. As the years passed, the silk flower had already faded and looked old and yellow.

But my mother still cherished it very much and was reluctant to wear it every time. Later, when my mother died, the silk flower was buried with her.

Zhang Guihua, the little girl of the village chief, also had a silk flower, which was given to her by her fiancé when she got engaged.

Zhang Guihua occasionally wore silk flowers to show off and walked slowly around the village.

After receiving the envious and jealous looks from a group of little girls, she hurried home and put the silk flowers in the innermost part of the cabinet, for fear of damaging them.

At that time, every time Erya saw her wearing silk flowers and parading around the city, she would say "Pah" with disdain on her face.

As for whether she was envious or not, Erya couldn't tell.

But unexpectedly, it was her most hated elder brother who brought her back a silk flower.

A silk flower more beautiful than Zhang Guihua's.

"Thank you, big brother." Erya said softly.

Song Yan touched her little head and said, "You're welcome."

Erya pursed her lips but didn't dodge in the end.

Song Yan smiled and looked at Erlin again. He took out the half-finished bag of maltose and cleared his throat: "Erlin, this is for you."

He originally planned to buy some writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone for Erlin, but when he asked about the price, he left decisively and decided to pay for it next time when he had money.

Erlin took the malt sugar and hesitated to speak. In fact, what he wanted to say was "Brother, where did you get so much money?"

He opened and closed his mouth, and finally uttered: "Don't spend money, big brother."