Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

The next morning, Song Yan got up early and carefully put the prepared dry food and pickles on the donkey cart.

"Aqi, I won't be back for lunch. I'd like to trouble you to help look after the house." Song Yan shouted to Anqi.

An Qi, holding a bun in his mouth, responded vaguely.

Song Yan laughed, reached out and patted the donkey's back, then drove the donkey cart towards the farm.

After a bumpy journey, Song Yan finally arrived at the farm.

From a distance, he saw the simple thatched hut standing beside the pepper field.

Song Yan jumped off the donkey cart and walked towards the straw hut carrying dry food and pickles.

When Aniu heard the noise, he poked his head out of the straw hut, and when he saw Song Yan, he smiled innocently.

"Brother Song, why are you here?" Aniu asked.

"I brought you some food. Auntie was worried about you, so she asked me to bring it." Song Yan asked him, "Have you had breakfast?"

Ah Niu smiled embarrassedly: "Not yet, Brother Song. I was so busy going to the field to check on the pepper seedlings this morning that I forgot about it."

"That won't do. Hurry up and take these foods. Eat something to fill your stomach first." As he said that, he stuffed the dry food and pickles into Aniu's hands.

Aniu took the food and immediately grabbed a piece of bread and started to eat it greedily.

At this time, Song Yan's eyes fell on the simple stove and earthenware jar outside the straw hut.

The stove was just a few stones piled up randomly, and the clay pot looked shabby.

"Aniu, are you using this to cook?" Song Yan asked.

Ah Niu scratched his head and smiled innocently: "Brother Song, this is good enough. I can cook some porridge or something. It's enough for me to eat."

Song Yan walked into the straw hut, which was filled with a faint damp smell.

The walls were also leaky everywhere, and the bed, made of a few wooden boards, was covered with a worn straw mat and thin bedding.

There are some farm tools in the corner.

As he looked at the crude environment, he felt more and more uncomfortable. He seemed to be like the black-hearted rich man who exploited his farmhands.

"How can you live here? If it rains a lot in a few days, your thatched hut will probably leak everywhere." Song Yan said with a frown.

"Brother Song, it's okay. I can make do with it." Aniu said dryly.

Song Yan shook her head and said seriously, "No! You can't make do like this. When I get back, I'll find someone to help you clean up this place. At least you need a decent place to live that can shelter you from the wind and rain."

Aniu wanted to refuse, but Song Yan raised her hand to stop him.

"Niu, listen to me. This straw hut needs to be repaired." Song Yan said firmly, "Otherwise, your parents and I will be worried if you stay here alone."

Aniu opened his mouth, but ultimately did not say no, because he knew that Brother Song was doing this for his own good.

So he nodded: "Brother Song, I'll listen to you!"

"That's more like it." Song Yan immediately turned around and looked at the nursery field behind him, saying, "Let's go and take a look."

Aniu hurriedly followed Song Yan's footsteps.

"Have the peppers sprouted?" Song Yan asked.

Ah Niu quickly replied: "Brother Song, they have already sprouted."

Song Yan came to the edge of the field, squatted down, and looked carefully. The tender green seedlings stood upright with vitality.

"These pepper seedlings are growing really well." Song Yan said.

Then they went to the sandy area in the east.

"In a few days, the watermelons should be planted. Can you handle it by yourself? I think we should hire a few more people to help."

Ah Niu wanted to say that he could do it himself, but he was afraid of delaying the farming, so he changed his words and said, "Brother Song, I'll listen to you. Having more people to help can really get the work done faster."

They walked back and walked to the west, a full fifty acres of land. On the other side were unsold lands, which were already covered with weeds.

"Aren't there any tenant farmers there to farm the land?" Song Yan asked Aniu.

Ah Niu explained: "Mr. Huang's land has always been cultivated by hired laborers. After they moved away, no one has come to take care of the land anymore."

Song Yan just felt that it was a pity to leave so many acres of land idle.

But the land to the west is all top-quality farmland, with fertile soil and flat terrain, and it is impossible to take it without more than 300 taels of silver.

He still had six hundred taels left on hand, but the wedding date with Shu Changyu had to be set and he had to prepare for the wedding, so he couldn't use this money for the time being.

"It's such a waste of resources to leave such good land lying idle." Song Yan still felt sorry.

After walking around the fields, it was already noon and Song Yan's stomach was rumbling.

"Aniu, go to the river and fetch some water. I'll cook." Song Yan said as he rolled up his sleeves.

Aniu responded and walked quickly towards the river with the bucket in hand.

After Aniu came back with the water, Song Yan first cleaned the clay pot, then smeared a layer of oil on the bottom of the pot, poured the washed rice into the pot, put it on the stove and started cooking.

As the water temperature rises, the rice grains roll in the earthenware jar, making a slight "gurgling" sound.

When the rice is about 70% cooked, spread the thinly sliced ​​sausage evenly on the rice and beat two eggs into it.

When the rice was almost cooked, Song Yan turned off the fire and let the clay pot simmer for a while in the residual heat.

Song Yan opened the lid of the earthenware jar. The rice grains were distinct and wrapped in the fat of the sausage, presenting an attractive golden color.

"Aniu, it's time to eat!"

"coming!"

Over there, Aniu came over leading a donkey that had just eaten grass, and then tied the donkey to a wooden stake next to the straw shed.

The two of them held their bowls, sat on the small bench in front of the straw hut, and ate the sausage stewed rice in big mouthfuls.

Ah Niu ate like a whirlwind and soon his bowl was empty.

He licked his lips with satisfaction and said, "Brother Song, this meal is really delicious. I haven't eaten so full in a long time."

Song Yan smiled and said, "If it tastes good, eat more. I'll make it for you when I have the chance."

Opposite is Mr. Huang’s farm, with its vermilion gate closed tightly and high walls and large courtyard, it is very imposing.

While eating, Song Yan looked at the farm opposite, but he did not feel envious. He thought that after earning some money in the second half of the year, he would be able to build such a big farm.

In the afternoon, Song Yan went to the town. He hadn't seen He Fang for a while. Song Zhengdu happened to have won the first place in the case, so he took the opportunity to tell He Fang the good news.

When I arrived at the shop, I found the door closed, so I asked the shop owner next door.

The owner told him that the stove shop had not been open for more than half a month.

Song Yan was worried and decided to go to He Fang's house to check.

When they arrived at He Fang's house, Song Yan jumped off the donkey cart, walked up and knocked on the door.

After a while, the door opened.

He Fang saw him and said with a smile: "Xiao Song, why are you here?"

"Come in, come in."

He Fang quickly welcomed Song Yan into the house.

Song Yan said, "I heard that the stove shop has not been open for half a month, so I came to see you."

He looked at He Fang's happy face and asked with a smile: "Brother, what good thing happened? Look at your happy face."

He Fang rubbed his hands happily: "There is a happy event..."

"Old He, who's here?" At this time, Li Xiulan came out of the house, holding her waist.

Song Yan turned around and saw Li Xiulan's slightly bulging belly. She immediately understood what was going on and a surprised smile appeared on her face.

"Haha, this is indeed a good thing! Congratulations, brother, congratulations to sister-in-law."