Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

At this time, the prairie was covered by a raging blizzard. Thousands of miles were frozen, the wind was howling, and the rolled up snow particles were like dense blades, cutting every inch of exposed skin.

In the blizzard, a long team was struggling to move forward in the snow.

Every winter, all the Hu tribes would migrate south.

This year's snowstorm came unexpectedly early, catching many Hu people off guard. They hurriedly packed their bags and headed south to find a warmer place to live.

Most of the cavalry had already arrived at the border town of Dajin, preparing to launch another war and plunder supplies for the winter.

A burly man was driving cattle and sheep, and his figure was particularly eye-catching at the end of the team.

He rubbed his hands because he was so cold, and the hot air he exhaled quickly condensed into white mist in the cold air, and was then swallowed up by the wind and snow.

The Hu people in front were talking loudly in their unique language. Song Yuanshan listened carefully and finally caught their words.

They mentioned that there was a valley not far away which could shelter them from the wind and snow and serve as their temporary shelter.

So the team turned around and headed towards the valley.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the snow on the ground was already knee-deep. Every step seemed extremely difficult, and the team's progress slowed down significantly.

Finally, they reached the valley and the blizzard stopped temporarily.

The Hu people skillfully set up tents and bonfires, preparing to spend the snowy night in this temporary shelter.

Song Yuanshan also found a flat place and quickly set up a tent so that the cattle and sheep could have a place to shelter from the wind.

Finally he checked the cattle and sheep again to make sure they were all safely hidden in the tent.

Then he found a corner and wrapped his fur coat tightly.

Song Yuanshan closed his eyes and listened to the sound of the wind outside and the occasional crackling of the fire.

But in his heart he was thinking about the battle situation in the border town, and his sick wife and children in Zhangjia Village thousands of miles away.

I couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Zhangjia Village, Songjia.

The two brothers chatted until late at night. Song Yan felt his lower abdomen a little bloated, so he put on a sheepskin coat and went out to relieve himself.

As soon as he opened the door to the main hall, he suddenly saw a figure passing by.

Song Yan was startled, and then whispered, "Ah Qi?"

An Qi's voice came from the other side of the wall: "Brother Song, it's me."

Fortunately, it wasn't a thief. Song Yan breathed a sigh of relief and asked again, "Why haven't you gone home yet?"

An Qi: "I'll stay and help you look after the house."

"Oh, okay then." Song Yan was so sleepy at the moment that she didn't notice that An Qi had just returned from outside.

After he came back from the toilet, he quickly crawled into the warm bed and soon fell into a deep sleep.

In the middle of the night, I heard Song Zhengdu beside me lift the quilt and prepare to get up.

Song Yan asked vaguely: "Erlin, do you want to get up at night?"

Song Zhengdu whispered back: "Brother, continue to sleep, I want to get up."

"Why are you getting up so early?" Song Yan said, and suddenly remembered that Song Zhengdu had to go to private school today. He struggled to sit up and said, "I'll take you there."

As Song Zhengdu lit the oil lamp, he said, "I have already agreed with Brother Qi that he will take me there today. Why don't you stay home and entertain the guests?"

"Then I have to get up too." Song Yan lifted the quilt, and cold air rushed in instantly. He shivered and woke up completely.

"Hiss, why is the weather getting colder again?"

He quickly put on his clothes, a woolen coat inside and a sheepskin coat outside, which kept him warm.

When we walked out of the door, it was still dark. Song Yan kept reminding us, "Remember to bring your new quilt and hot water bottle. Don't freeze yourself."

"Oh, bring the stove with you too. Boil some hot water for the hot water bottle at night. We don't have charcoal at home. You can buy some at the private school when you get there."

Having said this, Song Yan paused and suddenly remembered that he seemed to have never given Song Zhengdu pocket money.

How could he go out without money? He immediately took out a few pieces of silver from his purse and stuffed them into Song Zhengdu's pocket.

"Take this money."

Song Zhengdu pushed it back: "Brother, I don't need so much money in the private school."

Song Yan would not allow him to refuse: "Take them all and keep them for self-defense."

Song Zhengdu had no choice but to accept it: "Thank you, brother."

After heating up the steamed buns left over from yesterday and having a simple breakfast, An Qi drove the donkey cart outside, picked up Song Zhengdu and set off.

Song Yan walked them to the door and watched them leave.

Song Zhengdu said, "Brother, go back quickly, it's cold outside."

"Hey! I'll be back soon." Song Yan responded. Listening to the sound of wheels gradually fading away, he turned and walked into the yard.

When I turned around, I saw Brother Ying coming out.

"Brother Ying, you got up so early?"

Brother Ying stretched his waist and said, "Your bed is too hot. It makes me feel restless when I sleep on it."

Song Yan chuckled. Brother Ying was just too angry. He said, "Rinse your mouth and have breakfast first."

After a while, Zhong Hui and Master Shen also got up.

Zhong Hui looked a little listless, and Master Shen also had dark circles under his eyes and kept yawning.

At first glance, it seems that I didn't sleep well last night.

Song Yan smiled knowingly.

As soon as the sun rose, Brother Ying and the others said goodbye and went back.

Song Yan asked Uncle Dazhu to take them to town.

When he came back, he heard that several people in the village slipped and fell into the pit when they went to the toilet in the middle of the night.

Song Yan was disgusted: Eh~

He walked to the door of his house, and just at that moment Aniu came over carrying a load of water.

Song Yan originally planned to fetch spring water from the mountain.

But now it is the coldest time of the year and all the spring water in the mountains has frozen, so the drinking water at home still has to be carried from the river for the time being.

We have to wait until the ice and snow melt next year before we can get the mountain spring water.

Song Yan sat down and made a pot of hot tea, drinking it slowly. After a while, she remembered that she had not sorted out the gifts sent by the guests yesterday.

What the villagers gave was a red envelope, which basically contained just a few cents, so we won’t mention that here.

He then took out the gift box given by Shu Changsheng, opened it and found that it was actually an abacus.

Song Yan moved the beads on the abacus. The beads were round and made crisp sounds.

He Fang gave him a set of teapots.

Dongsheng also gave a gift, a set of bamboo products, including a round winnowing basket, a basket, a colander, etc.

Brother Ying and his friends gave a piece of embroidery with plum and bamboo embroidered on it, and the pattern was lifelike.

After he counted the gifts, he put the abacus aside because it was not needed for the time being. He placed the teapot in the hall and the bamboo colander in the kitchen.

The embroidery that Brother Ying and his friends sent me seemed to be just the right size to make a folding screen, so I put it away for now and will deal with it later.

After a while, Song Wanzhou finally woke up. She dragged out her last tone and said flatteringly, "Brother~"

"Wash up and have breakfast when you wake up." Song Yan took Yaya and fed her milk.

Song Wanzhou said with an embarrassed look: "The kang bed was so warm last night, I slept so comfortably that I overslept."

After she finished speaking, she skipped out.

Song Yan shouted, "Breakfast is heating up in the pot."

"Hey!"

It was almost noon, but the sun had not yet risen.

Song Yan opened the window and a gust of cold air hit her in the face. The sky was as dark as ink, with thick clouds hanging low, as if a snowstorm was brewing.

The snow had been brewing for two days but didn't come down.

It was not until the third day that Song Yan received another letter from Shu Changyu.