Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Song Yan looked at Dashan Niang's back as she walked away, shook her head helplessly, and turned to go into the house.

Inside the house, Song Wanzhou came over curiously and asked, "Brother, is that old witch gone?"

Song Yan raised his hand and patted Song Wanzhou on the head, saying, "Don't be so rude."

Song Wanzhou rubbed his head and muttered, "Humph, I said, she's really annoying like that."

"Erya, we can't learn from her. We have to have our own standards." Song Yan taught her.

Song Wanzhou curled his lips: "I know, brother. I won't learn from her and still act like a spoiled brat at her age."

At this time, Yaya ran over and pulled Song Yan's clothes: "Brother Da, Yaya is hungry."

Song Yan patted Yaya's head and said, "Be good, I'll go cook now."

In the morning mist, the distant mountains are looming, like an elegant ink painting.

Song Yan got up very early, stretched himself, washed up quickly and prepared to make breakfast.

He scooped a bucket of water from the jar and poured it into the pot, then grabbed a few handfuls of rice, washed it and put it in.

Then he walked to the stove and skillfully added firewood to make a fire.

The flames licked the bottom of the pot, and soon, gurgling sounds came from the pot.

Song Yan picked up the spoon and stirred it a few times, then turned around and cut some dried radish to make a side dish.

Then he took out a few eggs from the refrigerator.

With a "pop", the egg hit the edge of the bowl, and the yolk and egg white fell into the bowl. He quickly stirred it and prepared to make a simple egg custard for Yaya.

At this time, the porridge in the pot was almost cooked. Song Yan turned off the fire in the stove and let the porridge simmer for a while.

He put the beaten egg liquid into the pot and steamed it, then began to clean up the kitchen.

After a while, the egg custard was ready, and Song Yan brought the porridge and egg custard to the table.

At this moment, Song Wanzhou also got up. She walked into the kitchen with sleepy eyes: "Brother, what delicious food are you going to make today?"

Song Yan smiled and said, "I cooked some porridge and some dried radish. Let's eat them for now."

Song Wanzhou nodded, helped to get the bowl and chopsticks, ate a mouthful of porridge himself, and then fed Yaya a mouthful of egg custard.

After dinner, Song Yan cleaned up the dishes and said to Song Wanzhou, "I'm going to go to the fields. You stay home with Yaya."

Song Wanzhou nodded: "Brother, go ahead and don't worry."

Song Yan called Aniu and went to Uncle Dazhu's house first.

When I walked over, I saw a little girl with two buns on her head, squatting on the ground teasing a little cat.

Song Yan coughed lightly: "Hehua, is your father home?"

The little girl was startled and looked up. Seeing that it was Song Yan, she timidly replied, "I'm here, Brother Song, please come in."

Song Yan and Aniu walked into the house and saw Shitou, gnashing his teeth and pulling a wooden rack with great effort.

"Shi Tou, what are you doing?" Song Yan asked curiously.

Shitou panted and said, "This wooden frame is broken. I want to fix it so that it will be more useful in the future."

"Let me help you." Song Yan and Aniu went over to help lift the wooden shelf.

"Xiao Song, why do you come to see me so early? Is there something wrong?" Shi Tou asked.

Song Yan straightened up and said, "Brother Shitou, I just bought fifty acres a few days ago..."

Before he could finish his words, Shitou was shocked. "What? Fifty acres! Why did you buy so much land? The land in our village?"

Song Yan waved her hand and said, "It's not from our village, it's from Mr. Huang's farm."

"You're great, kid. You bought the land so quickly." Shitou also knew that Song Yan wanted to buy land, and he also knew that the villagers were asking for a high price, twelve taels of silver for one acre of land.

But Shitou was disgusted. These people looked honest on weekdays, but were so greedy at the critical moment.

"With their behavior, they don't even think about it. Who would be willing to buy it if the price is so high?"

Song Yan seemed quite open-minded: "Brother, don't be angry. It's not worth it to make yourself sick. Greedy people will eventually suffer the consequences."

Shitou frowned and said, "That being said, it's really unkind of them to do this."

Song Yan smiled and said, "Forget it, let's not talk about them. I want to repair the canal beside the field, and I want to ask my brother to help me call a few people to work."

"No problem." Shitou assured, "I will definitely pick the right people for you this time. There will definitely be no lazy people."

The next day, Shitou came to the field with a few strong men.

"Brothers, thank you for your hard work. Let's try to repair this canal as soon as possible." Song Yan said.

Everyone responded and started working enthusiastically.

Digging trenches and laying bricks, everyone was working hard and sweating.

When they stopped to rest, Shitou wiped his sweat and asked, "Xiao Song, why did you buy so much sand? This land doesn't grow crops. Were you fooled?"

This sandy soil is worthless, one acre is worth at most two taels of silver, and it is considered to be inferior land.

Song Yan said: "Brother, this land of mine is useful. I plan to grow some fruits and vegetables."

Shitou asked doubtfully, "Are you sure? If this doesn't work out, it will be a big loss."

"I know what's going on." Song Yan said with a smile.

"That's fine," Stone replied, "but you have to be more careful. Growing fruits is not like growing other things. There are many troubles."

Song Yan nodded repeatedly: "Brother, I know."

Shitou rested for a while and then continued working.

In just a few days, the canal was repaired and looked like a real canal.

Song Yan looked at the newly repaired canal and felt relieved: "It's good now. It will be much more convenient to water the plants in the future."

As the snow melted, the breath of spring became stronger and stronger. The villagers began to hoe the fields and every household was busy.

Seeing that Song Yan had not made any move, those who wanted to sell the land finally became anxious.

After further inquiries, I found out that Song Yan had already bought the land.

They were filled with regret and ran to Song Yan's house to discuss the price again.

Song Yan looked at their fawning faces and knew what they were here for.

"Xiao Song, we were wrong before. Can we negotiate the price again?" one of them said.

Song Yan smiled and said, "My dear uncles, I have already bought the land. Don't mention the price."

Those people still refused to give up and kept trying to persuade Song Yan at his home.

Song Yan said, "I just bought the land, and I'm short of money now. If you really want to sell it, you can, but the price can only be lower. Think carefully about it."

Those people looked at each other with hesitation.

One of them gritted his teeth and said, "Xiao Song, this price is too low. We can't accept it."

Song Yan spread his hands and said, "Then I can't do anything. I don't have that much money to buy more land."

Those people were met with a cold shoulder and had to return home in disappointment.

Before Song Yan had time to clean up his family's land, the Spring Equinox had arrived, and in a few days it would be time for the county examination.

That day, Song Yan went to the private school to pick up Song Zhengdu and took him home. They first went up the mountain to pay homage to their parents.

Today is the anniversary of Song's mother's death.

"Song's father and mother, your spirits in heaven must bless me to have a smooth county exam." Song Yan knelt in front of the tomb and recited silently.

Song Zhengdu also had a solemn look on his face and kowtowed several times following his brother.

"Dad, Mom, I will work hard and live up to your expectations." Song Zhengdu said with a firm tone.

A breeze blew by, rustling the surrounding leaves, as if it was a response from Song's parents.

The brothers and sisters stayed in front of the tomb for a long time before they slowly stood up and left.

For the next two days, Song Yan was preparing food for the examination room. He prepared the dry food one by one and carefully wrapped it in clean cloth.

Finally it was the day before the exam.