Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Song Yan took the silver note and tossed the silver ingot casually. The heavy weight made him feel particularly at ease.

"Then you are lucky."

"I haven't finished yet," Zhong Hui continued, "Just a few days ago, the rich businessman Huang came to us again and asked if we had any more Pingguo."

"I told him what you said. He immediately ordered fifty Pingguo and asked us to deliver them to his house." Zhong Hui took out a contract and asked Song Yan to take a look.

Song Yan opened it and took a look. After confirming that it was correct, he glanced at the signature at the end.

The wealthy businessman's name is Huang Donghui.

"No problem." Song Yan handed the deed back. "My relative sent a message saying that he will stop by Yunshan County on the 20th of this month. I will send the apples to you as soon as I get them."

Zhong Hui also said: "It's a good opportunity to go to Nanyang Prefecture before the New Year, and come back in time for the New Year."

After finishing the business, Brother Ying looked around the hall. When he raised his eyes, he saw a mud brick bed in the room with the open door facing him.

He was horrified: "Brother Yan, why are you sleeping on such a simple bed?"

Song Yan looked back and found that Brother Ying was talking about the kang, so he explained it to Brother Ying.

"How could there be such a magical fire bed in the world?" Brother Ying exclaimed in amazement.

Zhong Hui and Master Shen had never heard of a heated kang and seemed a little surprised.

"Brother, how about you stay at my house tonight and try out this kang?" Song Yan invited the three of them.

It just so happened that they moved into a new house, which had enough room for everyone.

Brother Ying said cheerfully, "Alright, I was just thinking of sleeping side by side with you, brother Yan."

Song Yan laughed awkwardly and thought that there was no need to sleep with your feet together.

We chatted for a while and the place outside was almost cleaned up.

Song Yan asked Brother Ying and the others to take a rest, and then he went out.

In the front yard, An Qi, Song Zhengdu and others were still cleaning the floor, while Song Wanzhou was helping to wash the dishes in the kitchen.

All the tables, chairs and benches in the yard were piled in the corner.

Song Yan called Aniu to help return the borrowed tables and chairs.

Quarter of an hour later, Song Yan returned to the new house rubbing his hands.

Master Chen came over to say goodbye to him.

"Thank you for your help today, Master Chen." Song Yan said with a smile, gave Master Chen a red envelope containing two cents of silver, and sent him out the door.

After watching Master Chen leave, Song Yan turned and went into the kitchen on the west side of the yard.

"Aunts, you have all worked hard." He gave red envelopes to each of the aunts.

When Aunt Sun and her friends received the red envelopes, their smiles widened and they said a series of auspicious words.

Aunt Wang, on the other hand, looked a little unnatural, with her eyes rolling around as she looked back and forth at Song Yan.

I don't know what she saw, but she suddenly said, "Xiao Song, your sleeve seems to be torn, take it off quickly and I will sew it for you."

"Eh?" Song Yan lowered her head and saw that the sleeve of Mao Hu's shirt was indeed torn.

At this time, Aunt Wang walked to his side and even wanted to take off his sheepskin coat.

Song Yan quickly dodged and said politely, "Aunt, I won't bother you with such a small matter. My Erya is also good at sewing."

"Erya is clumsy, so let me do it. It only takes a few stitches and it will be quick." Aunt Wang said.

Song Yan suddenly became alert. There must be something strange about Aunt Wang's sudden enthusiasm.

Even Aunt Niu, who was standing by, felt that Aunt Wang was being too deliberate. She stepped forward to stop her, "Sister Wang, I know you care about Xiao Song, but you can't be too impatient. It's freezing cold, and if you take off your clothes, you'll catch a cold."

Aunt Wang looked very unhappy after being rejected repeatedly.

"Mrs. Wang meant well, she just didn't think that much about it." Upon seeing this, Aunt Sun hurried out to smooth things over.

"Besides, Erya has been doing needlework with Hehua's mother recently and has learned it quite well. It's just a cut, why would we need to do it?"

Finally, she pretended to look outside and said, "Oh! It's getting late. We should go home."

Song Yan smiled awkwardly but politely: "You guys have been busy all day, why don't you all go home?"

Aunt Sun grabbed Aunt Wang's arm and quickly went out.

Aunt Li, who was watching the excitement and was almost eating melon seeds, left with a look of reluctance on her face.

After walking out of the Song family, Aunt Sun glanced at Aunt Wang, whose face was ashen, and persuaded her earnestly: "Sister Wang, this fate is destined by heaven, and it cannot be forced."

"Your Dahua is also a good girl. If you take your time to choose, you will eventually find a suitable husband."

Aunt Wang said stiffly, "You're mistaken. I just saw that Xiao Song's sleeve was torn, so I wanted to sew it up for him. What does it have to do with my Da Hua?"

Seeing that Aunt Wang was still stubborn, Aunt Niu shook her head and stopped trying to persuade her.

If Mrs. Wang had met Miss Shu, she would have given up.

In the kitchen, only Aunt Niu was left.

Song Yan muttered, "This Aunt Wang is really enthusiastic."

Aunt Niu thought about it for a while and understood what was going on. She joked, "He probably likes you and thinks of you as his future son-in-law."

"Huh?!" Song Yan was suddenly horrified.

Aunt Niu continued, "Her daughter Dahua is already sixteen this year, so she must be anxious."

Song Yan frowned: "But didn't I say I had a favorite girl?"

"You haven't even proposed marriage yet, so you still have the chance to change your mind. Of course I want to fight for it," said Aunt Niu.

"You built such a big house, it's bigger than the village chief's house. Who in the village wouldn't be jealous?"

Seeing Song Yan suddenly realize something, Aunt Niu said, "You have figured it out, right? You are very popular in the village now. All the families with daughters of marriageable age have set their sights on you."

Song Yan hissed, "That's so exaggerated."

"You must not let Miss Shu down." Aunt Niu asked him, "You have already moved into the new house, when are you going to find a matchmaker to propose marriage?"

Song Yan scratched the tip of his nose and said, "He is still out of town. Let's wait until he comes back."

Aunt Niu whispered, "There is a matchmaker named Qian in the Liumu Village next door. She is famous for her eloquence. Remember to invite her to your house when the time comes. This matter will definitely be successful."

"Okay." Song Yan wrote it down silently.

"It's time for me to go back." Aunt Niu went out and turned back to remind him, "Xiao Song, there's still some mutton spine soup left. I'll pour it into the earthenware jar for you."

"Okay, auntie, I remember it." Song Yan waved her hand.

By the time the new house was thoroughly cleaned, it was already three quarters past three in the afternoon.

Fortunately, Song Zhengdu took a whole day off today, otherwise he would definitely miss the afternoon class if he rushed back after the banquet.

The sky gradually became gloomy and the temperature became colder. Song Yan lit a brazier in the main hall and everyone gathered around the brazier to keep warm.

Although Brother Ying looks fierce, he has a cheerful and generous personality. Both the twins like this big brother very much.

Even Yaya, who was less than a year old, was not afraid of him and boldly climbed onto his lap and sat on it.

This made Brother Eagle laugh out loud.

Soon it was evening.

After a big meal of fish and meat at noon, Song Yan had a lighter meal at night. She cooked a big pot of noodles with the leftover mutton spine soup.

In the end, everyone ate all the soup.

That night, Brother Ying and his men moved into the new house. Fortunately, the kang bed was spacious enough to accommodate several grown men.

Song Yan heated up the kang bed.

Brother Ying leaned against the kang bed, feeling the warmth coming from it, and was amazed: "It's really warm."

"Let me take a look." Master Shen jumped onto the bed impatiently.

Zhong Hui also sat on the kang, but soon stood up because it was too hot.

Song Yan stood at the door and chatted with them for a few words, then closed the door and went to the kitchen to get a basin of hot water to soak her feet.

When he came out to pour water, he heard noisy conversations coming from the next room.

It seems that it was Master Shen who told Brother Ying not to snore when he sleeps.

Brother Ying was so angry that he loudly retorted a few words.

Zhong Hui came out to persuade them.

Song Yan wanted to laugh when she heard this.

It was freezing cold outside and he couldn't stand it after standing there for a while. He shrugged his shoulders and quickly went back into the house.

Song Zhengdu was already lying on the bed and sleeping.

Song Yan came in trembling, pulling back the quilt.

The quilt was newly sewn and filled with reed fluff, which was very light and thin. Two hot water bottles were placed in the quilt, which made it much warmer.

Song Yan just lay down.

At this time, Song Zhengdu, who had been holding back for a long time, finally couldn't help but ask, "Brother, what is the origin of that young master at noon?"

Song Yan thought about it and decided not to hide it from him, and then said, "He is the young master of King Hui's family."

Song Zhengdu's face changed slightly when he heard this, and then he asked again: "Young Master said that you saved him, what's going on?"

Song Yan then told the truth about what happened that day.

Song Zhengdu couldn't help but be surprised: "Did Ah Qi catch the criminal?"

Song Yan smiled and said, "Yes, although Ah Qi seems to be out of tune all day, he is very good at swordplay."

The night was getting darker and the wind was blowing colder, like the howling of ghosts and wolves.

At the same time, thousands of miles away outside the Great Wall, the Hu people were in Beiting.