Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

When they returned to Zhangjia Village, it was completely dark and they groped their way home in the dark.

When jumping off the ox cart, Song Yan stuffed half a pound of snacks into Uncle Dazhu's arms.

Today, I troubled Uncle Dazhu to accompany them for several trips, which took up a lot of his time. Besides, it is the busy farming season now, and people are indispensable in the fields.

Song Yan originally wanted to give him the fare, but was worried that he would not accept it, so she simply gave him some snacks that she bought in the town that afternoon.

"No, no, give it to Arya."

Uncle Dazhu wanted to refuse, but Song Yan simply said, "Uncle Dazhu, if you don't accept it, I won't dare to take your car next time."

"It's not worth a few cents, take it back and give it to your child to sweeten his mouth."

Hearing him say this, Uncle Dazhu hesitated for a while, but finally accepted it: "Thank you, Xiao Song."

Erya pouted, looking somewhat unhappy.

Song Yan seemed to notice it, raised her hand to rub her little head, and whispered: "I'll buy you two kilograms next time."

The figures, one tall and one short, walked farther and farther away, mumbling something before disappearing into the wind.

Just after they left, a dark shadow emerged from the bushes and stared at their backs for a long time.

Song Yan led the ewe back home and found that Erlin had already cooked the meal.

It was already dark and Song Yan was too lazy to cook anymore, so she lit the oil lamp she had just bought and ate the rice with the chicken soup she had made at noon.

Erya finally drank her bowl of chicken soup. The chicken meat was fragrant and tender, and it spread all over her mouth after one sip. The soup was delicious and mellow, lingering on the tip of her tongue, and she was reluctant to swallow it.

Erya could only blame herself for not having been educated. She couldn’t think of any words to describe the food for a long time. She could only say “delicious” and “smells good” dryly.

After dinner, Song Yan temporarily placed the ewes in the yard and would build a sheepfold tomorrow.

The weather has been warming up recently, it’s not too cold at night, and there’s no sign of rain, so it shouldn’t be a problem for the ewes to stay in the yard overnight.

"Where is Yaya?" Song Yan asked.

"She slept in the room." Erlin said, "I fed her before she went to bed."

Song Yan himself is still a single man and has never raised a child. In all the days he has been here, he has only held Yaya a few times, and all of his eating, drinking, defecating and urinating are taken care of by the twins.

Song Yan said: "You have worked hard today, go to bed early."

Erlin smiled and said nothing.

Song Yan was about to go back to the house to rest when he felt a little dirty. He lowered his head and smelled it. The smell of sweat on his body was a bit strong, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

In ancient times, taking a bath was also a problem.

It is said that even the emperor's concubines could not take a bath every day, let alone ordinary people like them. It was considered good if they could take a bath once every ten days or half a month.

If the weather is hot, you can go to the river to take a bath, but the water is still very cold at this time, and you might get sick after taking a bath.

The poor cannot afford to get sick.

At first Song Yan was also very curious why they didn't boil water for a bath.

To boil water, you need firewood. Where does the firewood come from?

On the mountain.

Going up the mountain to chop wood takes a lot of manpower, but taking fewer baths for a few days won’t do any harm.

Before solving the problem of food and clothing, hygiene habits seem less important.

Song Yan took the oil lamp and went into the kitchen to take a look. There was only a little firewood left, which could last for a few days.

He put down the oil lamp, closed the kitchen door, walked into the kitchen consciously, took out a clean towel, turned on the faucet, wet the towel, and wiped his armpits.

After wiping my body, I immediately felt a lot refreshed.

Then he went back to the house and changed into clean clothes.

By the way, I bought two pieces of cloth a few days ago. I haven’t found anyone to make them yet. I will ask Aunt Niu if she is willing to help make two sets of clothes tomorrow.

Before going to bed, Song Yan turned off the oil lamp and prepared to fall asleep.

Of course he wasn't asleep. It was probably only around eight or nine o'clock. He was used to staying up late to edit videos all year round, and he usually didn't go to bed until one or two in the morning.

Song Yan consciously went into the kitchen. She got up early today and had been outside the whole time, so she had no time to tidy up the refrigerator.

He took the apples out of the refrigerator first. After all, he had signed a contract, and if one apple was missing, he would have to pay compensation.

As for some meat, he did not take it out because it could not be preserved outside, so if he took it out, he would have to use ice to preserve it.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but Song Yan came out of the kitchen, yawned, and prepared to go to bed.

Suddenly he heard a rustling sound outside.

Song Yan suddenly woke up with a start.

There's someone outside!

Song Yan pushed Erlin and whispered in his ear: "Erlin, wake up."

Erlin woke up dazed, and his first reaction was: "Is it raining again?"

"Shh!" Song Yan quickly covered his mouth.

"There's someone outside."

Erlin's eyes suddenly widened.

A thief?

Song Yan whispered, "I'll go out and take a look. You go to Erya's room and keep watch."

Erlin nodded solemnly, he slowly stood up and tiptoed to Erya's room.

Song Yan even put on his coat and took out a boning knife from the kitchen. He bent down, approached the window carefully, and squinted his eyes to look out.

Today is the beginning of March. The moon at night is like a faint crescent hanging on the treetops. It is dark and I can't see anything clearly. I can only barely make out a figure standing in the yard.

The other party seemed to know that there were sheep in his yard. As soon as he came in, he went straight to the ewe in the corner.

The ewe woke up and bleated anxiously.

"Don't scream, do you hear me?" The man panicked for a moment, then threatened in a low voice, "If you scream again, I'll kill you."

Of course the ewe didn't understand human language and continued to bleat.

The man was afraid of disturbing the people in the house, so he hurried to lead the ewe.

A rope was put around the sheep's neck and the other end of the rope was tied to the fence.

The man felt the rope and pulled it hard, but it didn't budge.

He tied a knot at the other end of the rope, and the man couldn't untie it for a while, so he couldn't help but get a little anxious.

Song Yan held the boning knife, thought for a moment, then threw the knife into the kitchen and replaced it with a baseball bat. It would be a bad ending if someone was killed.

He had bought the baseball bat before for self-defense, but he didn't expect it would come in handy at this time.

While the thief was still struggling with the rope, Song Yan tiptoed to the door, removed the bolt, and slowly opened the door.

"Brother." Erlin walked out from the next room.

"Shh." Song Yan put her index finger to her lips and walked out.

"Damn it." The man cursed inwardly and fumbled for a long time before finally untying the rope.

The night was so dark that one could not see one's hand in front of one's face. Fortunately, the original owner had good eyesight, and Song Yan could roughly see the silhouette of the thief.

He approached the thief step by step, his heart beating fast.

Suddenly he stepped on a branch, which made a creaking sound.

The thief looked back vigilantly.

Song Yan felt that something was wrong. He gritted his teeth, raised the baseball bat, and hit him hard on the head.

When he swung the stick down, there was a loud "bang" sound and Song Yan felt his hand was almost numb.

Unexpectedly, the man covered his head and howled in pain.

Not dizzy yet?

Song Yan had never hit anyone before and was not sure if the force was right, so he quickly hit him twice more with the stick, but did not hit him on the head as he was afraid of killing him, so he hit him hard on the hands and shoulders.

"Brother, let me help you!" Erlin rushed out holding the door bolt.

Seeing the thief rolling on the ground with his head in his hands in pain, Song Yan stopped hitting him with the stick and stopped Erlin: "Go and call Ah Niu."