Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

March 15th coincides with Grain Rain.

For several days in a row, the drizzle fell continuously.

Song Yan put on a straw raincoat and a bamboo hat, and called Shitou and a few others to go to the paddy fields together.

The drizzle was as light as silk, falling on their straw raincoats and bamboo hats, making a slight sound.

The road was very muddy, and they walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and soon reached the edge of the field.

Shitou and his men placed the cloth bags on their shoulders on the edge of the field, opened the bags, and revealed the soaked and germinated grain seeds inside.

Song Yan bent down and grabbed a handful of grain seeds. The plump buds showed vigorous vitality.

Shitou leaned over to take a look and couldn't help but praise: "Look at the buds, they are so tender, they will surely grow good crops."

"Xiao Song is now an experienced farmer." The eldest brother said with a smile.

Song Yan raised her eyebrows: "You are laughing at me, right? After all, I worked hard in the fields last year. It would be unreasonable if I don't make any progress after working hard for a whole year."

"No, no, how dare you laugh at our young Master Song? You are the landlord and I am just a temporary worker. I depend on you for my living." The eldest brother joked.

When Song Yan heard this, he straightened his back and raised his chin, pretending to be a landlord. He cleared his throat and said, "Humph, since you know how powerful I am, why don't you get to work quickly?"

"Shitou, you and your men should spread the seeds carefully. Don't miss any place. Hurry up and do it. If you miss the farming season, you will be in trouble."

Shitou and the eldest brother smiled at each other, but also cooperated in being respectful and responded, "Master Song, don't worry, we will definitely do a good job."

Having said that, he carried the two bags of seeds and went down to the paddy field.

However, even the landlords had to work in the fields. Song Yan rolled up his trouser legs and stepped into the paddy field. The muddy water covered his ankles, and the silt underneath softly wrapped around his feet.

Song Yan swayed slightly and quickly steadied herself.

He watched Shitou and his elder brother sowing seeds enthusiastically, so he quickly grabbed a handful of seeds and skillfully raised his hand to scatter them, and the seeds fell into the muddy water, splashing tiny water droplets.

"Everyone, work harder and don't be lazy." Song Yan pretended to be addicted and pointed.

Shitou and the other brothers tried to hold back their laughter, but they kept saying, "Don't worry, Master Song, we will definitely do a good job."

Song Yan, on the other hand, broke into laughter, then coughed lightly and regained his serious expression: "What are you laughing at? Get back to work. If there is a good harvest this year, I will reward you handsomely."

As Shitou was sowing seeds, he said, "Our young Master Song really has the bearing of a landlord."

The eldest brother also smiled and said, "That's right, Master Song, we will have to rely on you in the future."

The crowd burst into laughter again.

Although Shitou and his companions were joking, they did not slack off at all in their work.

The rain gradually subsided and a faint glow appeared on the horizon.

Everyone quickened their movements and finally sowed all the seeds.

Shitou straightened up, wiped the sweat off his face, and said earnestly, "Master Song, the work is done. We will go back and wait for your reward."

Song Yan waved his hand compassionately and said, "Go back and rest quickly. Get enough rest. There is still a lot of work to do later."

"Okay, then we will go back first. Master Song, you should also have a good rest." Shitou and several older brothers bowed and said, then walked home talking and laughing.

Song Yan returned home, took off her straw raincoat and hat, and hung them on the rack at the door.

He scooped water from the water tank to wash his hands and feet, and felt much refreshed.

After a busy morning, my stomach started to growl.

However, he had been feeling lazy again recently and really didn't want to go through the trouble of cooking.

So I cut off a piece of pork head, added bacon, sausage, and the wild leeks that Aunt Niu brought this morning, and stir-fried them together to make a big dish.

While eating, Song Wanzhou suddenly muttered, "Is it the fifteenth today?"

Song Yan replied casually: "Yeah."

Song Wanzhou looked thoughtful, and the chopsticks in his hand stopped unconsciously.

After a moment, Song Wanzhou stood up and said hurriedly, "Brother, you eat first, I'll be back soon." After that, he turned and walked towards his room.

"This little girl is so impetuous. I wonder what she is up to now." Song Yan looked at Song Wanzhou's departing back, smiled and shook her head, then continued eating.

After a while, Song Wanzhou came back in a hurry: "Brother!"

She looked at Song Yan with sparkling eyes, and then handed over an exquisite purse.

"Brother, this is a purse I made by myself. It's for you." Song Wanzhou handed the purse to Song Yan, with a look of anticipation on his little face.

Song Yan took the purse. The purse was made of light blue cloth and embroidered with a few elegant little flowers. The stitches were fine and neat, and it was obvious that Song Wanzhou had put a lot of thought into it.

"How did you know my purse was broken? And you made a purse for me."

Song Wanzhou reminded him, "Brother, have you forgotten? Today is your birthday!"

Song Yan was slightly stunned. He really hadn't remembered that today was his birthday.

No, today is not his birthday, but the original owner’s birthday.

He raised the purse in his hand and said with a smile: "Our Erya's needlework is getting better and better. She made the purse so beautiful that I can't bear to use it."

Song Wanzhou raised his chin slightly and said proudly, "Don't worry, I'm just practicing. I'll make you better after some practice."

"Haha." Song Yan raised his hand and rubbed the bun on her head. "Then I'll use it first. When our Erya makes a better one, I'll change it."

Song Wanzhou quickly covered her head and dodged his hand: "Brother, please don't mess up my hair again. I just combed it with great difficulty."

Song Yan looked at Song Wanzhou's charming appearance and smiled, "Okay, okay, let's not do it. Our Erya is becoming more and more fond of beauty."

Song Wanzhou said proudly, "Of course, I'm a grown-up girl."

Song Yan suppressed her laughter and said, "Yes, yes, our Erya has grown up and is now a big girl."

While the brother and sister were chatting and laughing, An Qi, who was holding a bowl beside them, even slowed down his eating speed. His baby face suddenly became serious, as if he was in deep thought.

After dinner, Song Yan put her new purse in her pocket and walked around in the backyard to help digest the food.

A fence has been built around the pond, but the lotus flowers have not been planted yet. He plans to go and find some lotus roots in a few days.

Song Yan digested the meal and went back to take a nap. When she woke up, it was already afternoon.

He stretched, got up and went out, and suddenly saw An Qi coming in from outside.

"where have you been?"

An Qi walked up, took out a pair of black wrist guards from his arms, and handed them to Song Yan: "Brother Song, this is for you."

"What is this?" Song Yan took the wristband puzzledly. It felt heavy and slightly cool.

An Qi explained: "Brother Song, this is not an ordinary wristband. Look here."

He pointed to a delicate mechanism on the wristband and said, "This wristband can fire hidden arrows for self-defense."

As he spoke, he pressed a tiny protrusion on the wrist guard. With a "whoosh" sound, a sleeve arrow shot out instantly and firmly nailed on a tree trunk not far away.

"Hiss——" Song Yan gasped and her pupils suddenly trembled.

He walked forward slowly and carefully examined the sleeve arrow nailed to the tree trunk. The arrow was three inches deep into the wood, which showed how powerful it was.

"Where did you get it?" Song Yan asked.

An Qi reached out and pulled the hidden arrow off the tree trunk, and said, "This is a little thing made by An Jiu. I asked her for it a few years ago."

"Then I'll accept it. Thank you, Ah Qi." Song Yan put the wristband on his wrist. It was a little heavy, and it seemed to be several kilograms.

Song Yan moved her wrist with the wrist guard on to get used to the weight.

"This is a letter sent from the county." At this time, An Qi took out another letter from his arms and handed it to Song Yan.