Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Zhang Dazhu felt a little guilty, but he forced a smile and said, "It's okay, it's okay. I'll go visit Tiezi as well. I'll wait for you guys under the osmanthus tree outside the silk shop."

Seeing Zhang Dazhu's insistence, Song Yan stopped refusing: "Okay, after we finish shopping, we'll go to the silk shop to find you."

There were not many people at the market in the afternoon, and the roadside stalls were sparse, far less prosperous and bustling than the county town.

The old woman selling horn combs was calling out, "I have horn combs for sale. Little girl, would you like to come over and take a look?"

Erya couldn't help but look back frequently, but seeing that Song Yan didn't seem to notice, after hesitating for a moment, she mustered up her courage and gently pulled Song Yan's sleeve: "Brother."

Song Yan was still thinking about what items needed to be purchased for the home. She must buy everything this time to avoid having to make another trip next time.

I have to buy some more rice. The twins at home eat too much. It really proves the old saying, "The little brats eat their father into poverty."

Without some financial resources, you really can’t afford to support these “money-eating beasts”.

At this time, Song Yan did not realize that he was raising his children according to modern people's concepts, not only making sure they were well fed, but also paying attention to balanced nutrition.

Even landlords may not be able to raise children so carefully.

This is really a waste of money.

Feeling someone pulling his sleeve, Song Yan looked down and asked, "What's wrong?"

Arya twisted her fingers together: "That...horn comb."

Song Yan looked back at the stall selling ox horn combs and immediately understood that the little girl wanted an ox horn comb.

He smiled slightly and pretended not to hear clearly: "What did you say? I didn't hear clearly."

Arya glanced at him quickly and said in a lower voice: "I want a horn comb."

Song Yan put her hands behind her ears and pretended not to hear clearly: "Speak louder, what horn comb?"

Looking at the teasing smile on Song Yan's face, Erya finally realized that her elder brother was teasing her. She stamped her feet in anger and said coquettishly, "Humph!"

Her elder brother was so bad that she decided to ignore him no longer!

"Hey hey!" Song Yan called out, but the second girl ran away without even looking back.

The little girl gets angry so easily, it's really funny.

"Brother Song." Ah Niu looked at Erya's receding back, confused, "Why is Erya suddenly angry?"

Song Yan smiled and said, "I teased her and she got angry. Hurry up and catch up with her, don't let her get lost."

"Oh, okay." Aniu immediately chased after him.

Song Yan was not in a hurry. He walked to the stall, picked up a horn comb and asked, "Grandma, how much is this horn comb?"

The old lady smiled and replied, "Ten cents."

Song Yan paid the money and then walked in the direction where Erya ran.

After turning a corner, I saw Erya standing in front of the old man selling candied haws, with her head tilted up and her eyes staring at the candied haws.

Ah Niu asked her, "Er Ya, do you want to eat some? I'll buy you a bunch."

Arya pouted: "I don't want to eat it, I just want to look at it."

The little girl is really stubborn.

"If you don't want to eat, forget it. Ah Niu, let's eat together." Song Yan took out four coins and said, "Grandpa, give me two strings of candied haws."

"Okay." The old man handed him two candied haws.

Song Yan took the candied haws, took a bite, and said exaggeratedly, "So sweet, Aniu, I'll give you a bunch."

Ah Niu waved his hand: "I don't want to eat it, give it to Erya."

The little girl clearly wanted to eat them, but she still said stubbornly: "I won't eat the candied haws he bought."

"Okay, little girl, don't be angry." Song Yan took out a horn comb and handed it to her. "This is an apology for you. Don't be angry with your brother, okay?"

Erya wanted to throw the horn comb away, but she couldn't bear to do so. She pouted and said, "If you buy me two more strings of candied haws, I won't bother with you."

Song Yan stretched out her index finger and gently shook it in front of Erya: "I can only give you one string. Eating too much candy is bad for your teeth."

"Okay then." Although Arya was a little reluctant, she still agreed reluctantly.

The three of them, two adults and one child, were walking leisurely on their way home while chewing on candied haws.

Song Yan first accompanied Aniu to buy some necessary tools.

Then he bought oil lamps, tinder, and some farm tools like sickles and hoes.

There were not enough bowls at home, so Song Yan bought five or six more bowls and some plates for serving dishes.

When buying bowls, Song Yan saw tea cups and picked up a few so that they could be used when guests came to her house.

In rural areas, people usually drink water directly from bowls and rarely use tea cups.

But Song Yan is a person who pays attention to the quality of life. He thinks that one must use a cup to drink water, and occasionally he can make some tea to drink.

There is nothing more pleasant than having a sip of tea after a meal.

All in all, these things cost a total of half a tael of silver.

Seeing Song Yan spending money so lavishly, Ah Niu was a little surprised: "Brother Song, that's enough."

Song Yan put the dishes into the backpack and asked Aniu, "Do you know where to buy a stove? I want to buy one of those small red clay stoves."

Ah Niu thought for a moment and said, "I know there is a store that sells stoves on South Street, but I don't know if they have the small red clay stove you mentioned."

The red clay stove comes from a poem: "Green ants brewing new wine, a red clay stove. The sky is about to snow in the evening, can you drink a cup?"

There was a time when it was very popular to brew tea around a stove, using this small red clay stove.

Gently waving a palm-leaf fan will add a unique flavor to the wine or tea.

When he arrived at the shop selling stoves, Song Yan was a little disappointed because the stoves sold in the store were all very large and there was no small stove like the one he wanted.

Song Yan asked the store owner, who said that it could be done but it would take two or three days to prepare.

Song Yan gave two stoves and earthenware pots for boiling water, and paid a deposit of fifty coins.

Because he was known to Ah Niu, no contract was signed.

While chatting with the shop owner, Song Yan casually said, "I finally came to the town, but after walking around, I didn't see anyone selling sheep."

Unexpectedly, the shopkeeper heard this and said, "You want to buy a sheep."

Song Yan heard his tone and thought there was a chance, so she said, "I want to buy a pregnant ewe. Do you know where I can find one?"

"She might be pregnant. He has a lot of sheep. We have to go and see for sure," said the shop owner.

"Would you mind taking us to have a look?" Song Yan asked quickly.

The shop owner agreed readily and closed the shop.

Not many people would come to buy a stove at this time, mainly because winter is over and the stove cannot be used in the hot weather.

The shop owner's surname is He, and his given name is Fang. He grew up in the town and is a distant relative of Aniu's husband's family.

The place He Fang mentioned is a bit far away, located in the suburbs.

Hearing this, Ah Niu looked strange: "Isn't that Mr. Huang's farm?"

He Fang said calmly: "Yes, that is the sheep raised by Mr. Huang."

Song Yan: "...You are selling Mr. Huang's sheep. Does Mr. Huang know about this?"

"Don't worry." He Fang said, "That's exactly what Mr. Huang meant. His family has too many sheep. They give birth to one litter after another. They can't eat all of them."

Song Yan called Zhang Dazhui who was waiting for them under the osmanthus tree, and they took a ox cart to Huang Yuanwai's farm.

When they arrived at the village, they went around to the back door and He Fang knocked on it.

The person who opened the door was a thin man. He Fang said, "I'm looking for Brother Li."

"Brother Li went out to herd the sheep." said the man.

He Fang: "I'm here to buy some sheep. Do you have any pregnant ewes in your sheepfold?"

"Yes, there are some, but we can't sell them until Brother Li comes back and takes a look."

He Fang asked again: "When will Brother Li be able to come back?"

The man couldn't estimate the time either, so he just said, "I will definitely be back before sunset."

Song Yan didn't expect that buying a pregnant ewe would be so full of twists and turns.

It is not difficult to understand. Generally, people will not sell pregnant ewes unless they are in a hurry to use the money.

"You just wait outside. Brother Li will come back through this door." The man said and closed the door.

Song Yan and He Mian looked at each other.

He Fang said helplessly: "There is nothing I can do. After all, they are servants of Mr. Huang's family. They always look up at people when they go out."

Song Yan really wanted to turn around and leave, but since she was already here, she felt a little reluctant to go back.

"Forget it, let's wait." He sighed.

They found a place to sit under the shade of a tree and waited for Brother Li to come back.

The sun slowly sets to the west. The round red sunset looks like an orange soaked in honey. The twilight is as thick as an oil painting with thick ink and color.

At sunset, tired birds return to their nests.

The bleating of sheep accompanies the sunset.