Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

An Qi's story was vivid and full of ups and downs. Song Yan listened attentively, only regretting that he could not witness the wonderful scene with his own eyes.

It was a pity, but it was indeed not appropriate for him to show up. After all, Gu Qianfan recognized him, and he didn't want any trouble to arise if seen by Gu Qianfan.

"Okay, you should go and take a rest too." Song Yan yawned slightly and said with a little sleepiness in her voice, "I'm going to go back to sleep. I have to get up early tomorrow and find a few people to dig the pond in the backyard."

As soon as the door was closed, An Qi turned around and jumped onto the beam with a few leaps.

He found a stable place to sit down, let his legs hang casually, leaned comfortably against the beam, closed his eyes slightly, and prepared to take a nap.

After an unknown amount of time, An Qi opened his eyes in an instant. He jumped lightly and landed from the beam, then quickly and silently opened the door and walked out.

At this time, the moon was already high in the sky, casting a silver glow.

He paused for a moment, listened attentively to the movements around him, and after making sure there was nothing unusual, he tapped the ground with his toes, rose from the ground, and leaped onto the roof again.

The rising sun shines brightly.

At this time, the yard was already bustling with activity. No one knew where An Qi had found these people from, but everyone was working silently without saying a word.

The soil was shoveled up one shovel at a time, and the outline of the pond gradually emerged.

Song Yan only came over to take a look when the excavation just started, and then left it alone. After all, with An Qi watching over it, nothing would go wrong.

Song Yan picked up his hoe and went to work in the fields.

It is the spring ploughing season, and every household in the village is busy in the fields.

Song Yan carried a hoe and came to the edge of his own field. Looking at the patches of land covered with weeds, he couldn't help but twitch his lips. He had wasted ten days or half a month, and the weeds were almost as high as his calves.

Ah, I really want to give up.

Song Yan stared with a pair of dead fish eyes and said, since we are already here, let’s just do it.

If we delay any longer, it will be too late for spring ploughing. He sighed helplessly, picked up the hoe and started weeding.

Every time the hoe fell, it was lazy and without any energy, as if he had not eaten.

The elder brother who was sowing in the field next door saw this and laughed, "Xiao Song, what's wrong with you? Why are you so listless when working? Did you not sleep well last night?"

Song Yan stopped to take a breath and said, "Brother, please stop laughing at me. Look at the weeds all over the ground. They make my head hurt just by looking at them."

The eldest brother smiled and shook his head, saying, "You are just too lazy. Spring ploughing is a big deal and we can't be careless. You should get rid of the weeds quickly so that we can plant seeds earlier."

"Brother, when will you finish working on your land? Come and help me. The wages are still the same as last year." Song Yan looked at his elder brother eagerly.

The eldest brother pointed at him and scolded him with a smile: "You kid, you only know how to count on me. Although my family's land is almost finished, I have to rest for two days, right? But seeing that you look so anxious, never mind, I will come to help you in two days."

When Song Yan heard this, she was delighted and said quickly, "Thank you very much, big brother. Tomorrow when you go to Brother Shitou's place, you will have to call a few more people. I have too much work to do and I'm afraid we can't handle it alone. After I'm done with this, I will definitely treat everyone to a good meal."

The eldest brother said readily, "Okay, I'll go to Shitou and see how many I can call."

Song Yan was immediately happy, and she no longer looked as miserable as before when she was drafting.

Before noon, Song Yan hurriedly picked up his hoe and went home. He took a look at the backyard and saw that most of the pond had been dug, with a high pile of new soil on the edge.

He was secretly delighted, thinking that once the pond was completely completed, he would plant some lotus flowers and raise a few fish, it would be a beautiful sight in the summer.

After returning home, Song Yan simply washed up and began to prepare lunch. He cooked a pot of fragrant rice and fried a few home-cooked dishes.

Then he called An Qi and the others to come over for dinner.

An Qi picked up a pot of rice and went to the yard: "Brother Song, I will eat with them in the yard, it's more spacious."

Song Yan followed him. He and Song Wanzhou and his sister ate in the house, while Yaya played with the kitten nearby.

From time to time, the kitten stretched out its claws to scratch the corner of Yaya's clothes, making Yaya giggle.

Because a pond was to be dug in the backyard, the cats were moved back to the front yard. They were quite comfortable there, strolling leisurely in the yard or finding a comfortable place to curl up and bask in the sun.

The sun was shining brightly at noon, so Song Yan simply decided not to go to the fields. It made no difference whether he worked half a day more or half a day less.

He took out the cotton seeds he bought in the county town last time, spread them on a winnowing basket, and put them in the yard to dry.

A kitten walked over slowly, circled the dustpan a few times, stretched out its little paws, fiddled with the seeds, seemed frightened, and then quickly retracted its paws.

"You can't play with this." Song Yan hurried forward, picked up the naughty Calamari and put it aside.

Then he put the dustpan on the wall so that the kitten couldn't reach it. Song Yan looked at the unwilling kitten and smiled and shook her head.

As the sun sets in the evening, the pond in the backyard has finally been dug, with only a few corners left to be trimmed. Once the mountain spring water is brought down tomorrow, we can start preparing to plant lotus flowers and release fish fry.

The next morning, Song Yan got up early and went into the mountains with An Qi and a few helpers to find the pool that he and Shu Changyu had discovered before.

The water in the pond is crystal clear, shimmering in the sunlight, and the surrounding trees are lush and green, as if they are holding up a natural green umbrella for the pond.

Song Yan squatted down, gently touched the water with her hand, and felt the refreshing coolness.

"This is it. Can you think of a way to divert the water down the mountain?"

Everyone's eyes turned to the clear pool, and then looked towards the surrounding mountains and forests.

After a while, An Qi said, "Brother Song, we can use bamboo to divert the water down. There are many bamboos on the mountain. We can cut some bamboos, open up the bamboo joints, connect them, and make a canal, just like the Shu family."

Song Yan nodded slightly, thinking that this idea was feasible.

Let's do it right away, everyone took action immediately.

Some people go to cut the bamboo, some are responsible for opening up the bamboo joints, and some others carry the bamboo to connect them.

Two hours later, a bamboo canal took shape.

They carefully placed one end of the canal into the pond, and saw the clear water slowly flow into the bamboo.

As the water gurgles through the bamboo canals, it makes a pleasant sound.

Song Yan led everyone to carefully check along the canal to ensure that every connection was tight and secure and there were no leaks.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief when they saw the water flowing smoothly down the hillside.

After waiting for a while, the water finally flowed to the backyard at the foot of the mountain.

Looking at the clear water gradually rising in the pond, Song Yan couldn't help feeling happy.

He rubbed his hands excitedly, thinking that the lotus flowers and fish fry had to be arranged quickly.