Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Before I saw the person, I heard him singing loudly: "The sky is vast and the wilderness is boundless, the wind blows the grass low and I can see cattle and sheep~"

Then I saw a tall and thin man herding sheep over.

"Brother Li, Brother Li." He Fang waved and shouted.

The other side also waved.

Soon Brother Li arrived driving the sheep.

Brother Li has a handsome appearance, dark tan skin, and a bright smile on his face. "Who are you? How come you have time to come here today?"

"I'm here to buy a sheep from you." He Fang pointed at Song Yan, "Brother Song, I want to buy a pregnant ewe from you."

Brother Li glanced at Song Yan, waved the sheep whip in his hand and said, "There are two pregnant sheep. Come with me to take a look."

Song Yan followed and took two steps, then was pulled by the clothes.

Erya raised her little face with a pitiful look in her eyes: "Brother, I want to go in and take a look too."

"You can go if you want." Song Yan tapped her forehead, "But we've agreed in advance that you can't run around after you go in."

"Yeah." Erya said obediently, "I promise not to wander around."

Erya followed closely behind Song Yan and walked into the farm.

Entering from the back door, you can smell the smell of livestock manure. In addition to the sheep pen, there are also pig pens, horse stables and cattle pens.

And the sounds of chickens and geese that cannot be seen but can be heard.

Erya covered her mouth and nose, her eyes darting around. Mr. Huang’s house was really big.

The ground felt flat when she stepped on it with her soft-soled shoes, and when she looked down she saw that it was also paved with stone bricks.

Erya couldn't help but feel restrained, and then she found that Aniu beside her was also in a cautious state.

"Brother Niu, didn't you work as a temporary worker in Mr. Huang's house before? You have never been here?" Erya asked curiously, blinking her eyes.

A Niu said, "I've never been here. I usually help out in the orchard."

"What about Sister Yueyue? Where does she work?" Erya asked.

Ah Niu whispered, "Yueyue is in the main house serving the ladies and young ladies, and we don't get to see her on weekdays."

Erya thought of how Sister Yueyue always came back dressed elegantly, with powder and lip balm on, and a silk flower on her head. She unconsciously revealed a trace of envy and said, "That's a rare and good job. If it were me, I would also be willing to serve the young ladies."

Hearing this, Song Yan paused.

If he remembered correctly, the sister Yueyue that Erya mentioned was called Zhang Yueer, who was sold to Mr. Huang's house as a maid a few years ago.

Song Yan couldn't help but have a headache. Why would Erya have such an idea? Did he need her to eat or drink?

What's the good of being a maid? If you meet a kind-hearted master, you may still be able to save some face. But if you meet a master with a bad temper, not only will you be beaten and scolded, but you will also not have a good end in the end.

You say Jia Baoyu has a good temper, but serving him is not a good job. In the end, Qingwen even lost her life.

Well, I’ll talk to Arya about it some other day.

When they arrived at the sheepfold, Brother Li pointed at two ewes and said, "One is about to give birth in half a month, and the other is just pregnant. Which one do you want?"

Song Yan looked at the two sheep, both of which were very clean: "Let's go with the one that's about to give birth."

The sheep that is about to give birth has already started producing milk, but the one that has just become pregnant will have to wait a few months.

"Okay." Brother Li went in and led the sheep out. "I touched it before. It's pregnant with two lambs. You can give me one and a half ounces."

Song Yan suddenly had a question: "Will the milk from the goat be insufficient for the two cubs it is pregnant with? I also want to squeeze some goat milk to feed the children at home."

Brother Li heard this and said, "If you just want to milk the goat, there is a newly-born ewe inside, and she has plenty of milk."

"That's it." Song Yan said without hesitation.

Brother Li led the sheep in again and brought out another ewe.

Song Yan gave the silver readily.

Brother Li took the silver, weighed it, and said with satisfaction, "If you want the ewe to have more milk, you can feed it a handful of soaked soybeans every day."

"I understand. Thank you, Brother Li." Song Yan took the sheep and hurriedly thanked him.

"Laolao." Brother Li shouted while driving the sheep back to the sheepfold.

"Brother Li, I haven't seen you for a few days. I guess you haven't gone home yet." He Fang put his hand on the fence and chatted with him.

"No." Brother Li said, after driving all the sheep into the sheepfold, he immediately closed the door and clapped his hands, "I've been too busy these days to leave."

"Li Sheng." At this time, someone called Brother Li's name.

The man who had just opened the door for them ran over and said breathlessly, "The young master said he wants to eat roast lamb tonight. Pick a tender lamb and send it to the kitchen."

Li Sheng frowned and was very unhappy: "Why do you suddenly want to eat mutton today?"

"We have guests over there today." The man said impatiently, "Just make whatever the young master wants to eat. Why are you asking so many questions?"

"Brother Li, you go ahead with your work. We'll go back first." Seeing that Brother Li was busy, He Fang offered to take his leave.

Brother Li smiled and said, "Okay, I'll go drink with you later."

After saying yes, he went on to pick a sheep.

Song Yan led the ewe out the back door and said to Uncle Dazhu who was waiting outside, "Uncle, we are going back."

He carried the ewe onto the ox cart, carefully avoiding its bulging belly. The ewe was also very docile and did not panic.

After everyone got on the ox cart, Song Yan said gratefully, "Brother He, I am grateful for your help today."

He Fang patted his shoulder and said, "Don't be polite. It's just a trip. I have nothing to do anyway."

"But I have a small request," he added.

Song Yan nodded: "Just say it."

"It's the little red clay stove you asked me to make. I want to modify it a little bit and put an iron rack on it so I can roast food." He Fang became more and more excited as he spoke, "For example, roast chestnuts or pine cones..."

Isn’t this the modern version of brewing tea around the fire?

Song Yan felt something was wrong when she looked at him. This guy seemed to have some business acumen.

"I think it's okay, Brother He, just do it if you want to." Song Yan said.

"I just..." He Fang stammered, "I want to make some and sell them."

Song Yan thought for a moment and said, "It doesn't matter to me. I just can't sell it for much now. I'll have to wait until it gets cold to get a good price."

"I'll make a batch first, and then sell them when the weather gets colder in the second half of the year," He Fang also said.

"I just want to ask you not to look for another company to make the stove. After the stove is sold, I will give you 10% of the profit."

Although Song Yan was in great need of money, he felt uneasy accepting the money, so he declined politely: "Brother He, you don't have to share your money with me. It was you who came up with the idea of ​​using this oven to bake food. I promise you that I won't find another company to make the oven."

"Okay then." Seeing Song Yan being so straightforward, He Fang felt that he was a generous man who could make a deep friendship. He said eagerly, "I'll treat you to dinner again when I have time. You can't refuse this time."

"Sure, sure." Song Yan also smiled and felt that He Fang had a good personality and they could continue to interact with him.

Seeing that it was getting dark, and it would take another half hour to walk to the town, Song Yan thought, Brother He came all the way with them, and she couldn't ask him to walk back by himself.

Isn't this just destroying the bridge?

He said, "Why don't we take you back to town?"

"No need, just take me to Xiaoli Village." He Fang said, "My wife's family is in that village. I will stay there tonight and take my brother-in-law's car back to town tomorrow."

Unexpectedly, Uncle Dazhu, who was driving the ox cart, looked depressed and said, "Xiaoli Village."

Song Yan was slow to remember that there was a feud between their Zhangjia Village and Xiaoli Village.

The story dates back to twenty years ago, when Xijiang Town experienced drought and no rain for six consecutive months. The rivers and fields dried up, and the crops almost died due to lack of water.

Their village is the only one left within a ten-mile radius, and the river at the border with Xiaoli Village still has water.

The water in the river comes from spring water flowing down from the mountains, barely leaving a way for the people in the two villages to survive.

However, due to the competition for water sources, the two villages have had many frictions, the most serious of which resulted in dozens of deaths and injuries.

Since then, the two villages have been at loggerheads with each other.