Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Erlin went back with Doctor Zhang to get the herbs.

As for Erya, no one knew what she was busy with. She passed by the door several times but never stepped into the house.

Song Yan looked at the house that was leaking air on all sides, feeling a sense of unreality, as if everything was just a dream. After waking up, he was still a food blogger on the Internet with millions of fans.

Her stomach growled in protest and Song Yan touched it.

Ah, I'm so hungry. I haven't eaten since yesterday.

No wonder I'm so hungry.

Song Yan’s consciousness entered the kitchen, and she saw the steamer on the gas stove, and remembered that she had not finished eating the steamed buns she had made in the morning.

The buns have thin skin and large fillings. You can see the soup flowing out when you take a bite. Although it is not so delicious when it is cold, Song Yan, who has been hungry for a long time, still thinks it is extremely delicious.

Worried that Erya might suddenly come in and discover him eating secretly, Song Yan stuffed the bun into his mouth and finished it in just a few bites.

The buns were the size of an adult's fist, and he was still not satisfied after finishing one.

But there is not much rice and flour in the kitchen. Only the ingredients in the refrigerator will be automatically replenished every day, and the other food will be eaten less and less.

Song Yan suddenly felt a sense of crisis and took inventory of the rice and flour in the kitchen.

The total amount of various flours is about 50 kilograms, rice is 20 kilograms, and other grains such as beans and beans are 10 kilograms.

Then I counted the oil, salt and other seasonings.

A large bucket of peanut oil weighs ten kilograms.

I stockpiled twenty bags of salt not long ago, and only half a bottle of soy sauce is left, but there are still a few bottles of vinegar that have not been opened.

Other seasonings such as pepper, chili powder, cinnamon, peppercorns, etc. are enough to last for several months.

Song Yan rummaged through the upper cupboard again and found a box of buckwheat noodles that she had just bought the day before, as well as some rice noodles and dried noodles.

There are still a few packets of instant noodles and sausages left.

Half a basket of mushrooms, picked in the morning. He fell off the cliff, but he still remembered to put the mushrooms in the kitchen. Unfortunately, half of them were scattered, leaving only half a basket.

Then, he took out a small bag of vegetable seeds that a friend who is also a food blogger sent him.

This friend is a lucky guy. In order to shoot a video, he rented a piece of land in the suburbs to grow vegetables. As a result, he had no time to take care of it, and all the seedlings died, so his plan to grow vegetables had to be shelved.

There were still a lot of vegetable seeds left, so I sent a small bag to each of my friends, including Song Yan.

After Song Yan received the express delivery, she put it in the kitchen without even taking a look at it.

He hurriedly opened the bag, which contained all kinds of common vegetable seeds.

Song Yan's mouth corners couldn't help but rise wildly.

Thanks to this scroll king.

He was so happy that he ate one more bun. After eating, he took a glass of water to rinse his mouth. Then he lay down on the bed and began to feel sleepy. He fell asleep in a daze.

I don’t know how long I slept until Erlin came back with some hemostatic herbs.

The herbs are already crushed, so you can apply them directly.

Song Yan supported his chin and tilted his head slightly to make it easier for Erlin to apply medicine to him.

Erlin pursed her lips and said nothing, but her hands moved very gently, as if she was afraid of hurting him.

The atmosphere was strangely silent. Song Yan tried to find something to say: "What is Erya doing?"

Erlin's expression changed slightly, and his fingers trembled: "She is cleaning the yard."

"Gululu——"

I just finished my meal, why is my stomach growling again?

Song Yan suddenly realized that it was not his stomach growling.

He turned his head and looked at Erlin.

Erlin still had a stern face, but his ears were slightly red.

I don’t know what time it is now, Song Yan muttered to himself. It’s a pity that his phone fell off the cliff with him, otherwise he would be able to check the time with a phone.

He looked outside and saw that it was getting darker and it was almost dark.

According to the three meals a day, it's time to eat.

Song Yan asked, "Is there anything to eat at home?"

Erlin shook his head: "There is no food at home."

Song Yan blurted out: "Isn't there still a bag of food?"

Erlin quietly clenched his fists and said stiffly, "The bags of grain were borrowed from the villagers."

Song Yan said, "Take it and cook it first. I will return it to you in a few days."

Erlin responded quietly and went out.

No matter how slow Song Yanrao was, he also noticed that Erlin's expression was not right just now. After all, he was still young and couldn't hide things.

He found that the twins seemed to be very afraid of him.

When he thought of the bad things the original owner had done, Song Yan couldn't help but sigh.

It may be a bit difficult to change the image of the twins in their minds.

take it easy.

Smoke rose from the kitchen, and soon Erya came over to call him to eat.

The kitchen was right next door, in a small wooden house that even an adult man like Song Yan felt was too cramped.

The stove was simply built of stones, with a clay pot on top. No one knew what was cooking inside, but white smoke was curling up, emitting the aroma of wheat.

But when he saw Erlin scoop out a spoonful of yellow paste from the earthenware jar, Song Yan frowned fiercely.

Arya thought he was unhappy, so she explained in a low voice: "There is only wheat at home."

Song Yan frowned because he recognized that this was wheat rice.

The wheat rice at that time was made by directly crushing the wheat and mixing it with wheat flour and bran. It was a very difficult food to swallow.

I didn’t expect that the lower class people in this era are still eating wheat rice.

Because in the original owner's memory, although the family had no fields, Song's father was a hunter. He was very skilled and could often catch prey from the mountains and sell them in town, which brought him a considerable income.

At that time, the family usually ate corn rice, and occasionally bean rice. In the original owner's impression, only families who were so poor that they could not even afford to eat would eat wheat rice.

"Brother." Erlin was holding the bowl, feeling a little helpless for a moment.

"Give it to me." Song Yan took the bowl, lowered her head, took a small sip, and swallowed it down her throat while suppressing the discomfort.

There is a lot of bran in wheat rice that is difficult to digest. If you force yourself to swallow it, your throat will be sore from the blockage.

Then I looked at the twins, a boy and a girl, and they were eating with their heads down and enjoying the food with relish.

Song Yan thought of the meat buns he had just eaten, and then looked at the twins who were wolfing down their barley rice, and he felt a little complicated.

Seeing Song Yan holding the bowl in a daze, Erya licked the bottom of the bowl and mustered up the courage to ask, "Brother, aren't you going to eat anymore?"

Song Yan met the hope in her eyes, put down the bowl, and said with disgust: "I don't want to eat it anymore. I'll give it to you. It tastes terrible."

Erya was afraid that he would go back on his word, so she quickly picked up the bowl and said to Erlin, "Second brother, I'll give you half."

Song Yan couldn't help but look at Erya.

Her grass-like hair was tied into a small braid, and there was a delicate look between her eyebrows. Although her face was sallow, it still couldn't hide her beautiful facial features.

She will definitely be a beauty when she grows up.

It is hard to imagine that she will become a vicious female supporting role in the future. In the end, because she failed to frame the heroine, she was sold to a brothel by the hero and was raped to death.

Thinking of this, Song Yan sighed.

【ding dong——】

A reminder suddenly sounded in my mind.

After seeing the content of the task clearly, Song Yan's expression changed slightly.

The system asked him to sell Arya to the human traffickers?

what the hell!

Is the system really not a human trafficking group?

He frowned and reviewed Arya's story.

Because Arya is not an important character, there are only a few sentences about her past in the book.

Erya was sold to a human trafficker when she was nine years old. After many twists and turns, she came to the capital and was sold to a wealthy family as a maid.

Later, Arya mentioned in her memories that she was sold out because she angered her eldest brother after her parents died.

So she was sold by Song Dashu?

Song Yan sneered and blocked the tasks issued by the system in his mind.

This was a task that the original owner should have completed, and it had nothing to do with him, Song Yan.

If you have the ability, go find Song Dashu.