Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

The clouds have disappeared and the rain has stopped, revealing the beauty of spring.

Song Yan didn't remember how she fell asleep last night, she just felt her fingers were numb when she woke up.

Shu Changyu, that beast, didn't even let go of his hand.

Song Yan turned his head and saw that the bed next to him was empty. He quickly got up and stretched his stiff body.

After a simple wash, Song Yan came to the front room, and An Qi happily served breakfast: "Brother Song, please eat."

A bowl of thick oatmeal porridge with a few side dishes on the side.

Song Yan was so hungry at this time. He picked up the oatmeal porridge, which was at just the right temperature, neither too hot nor too cold, just right for his mouth, so he couldn't wait to take a sip.

The warm porridge slid down his throat, instantly making his stomach feel much better.

After eating half a bowl of porridge, Song Yan finally came to her senses and asked, "Where did Shu Changyu go?"

"The master returned to the Shu family early in the morning." An Qi said.

Song Yan said "Oh", quickly finished her breakfast, wiped her mouth, hitched her donkey cart and went out.

"I'm going to go to the farm."

The days of rain finally stopped, ushering in the bright spring sunshine.

Song Yan drove the donkey cart, and his mood gradually brightened like the clear sky.

The road was still a little muddy, and the donkey cart was shaking and swaying all the way. Soon, the outline of the farm appeared before our eyes.

From a distance, Song Yan saw seven or eight people leading an old ox to plow the field, while Aniu was tidying up the ridges that had been washed crooked by the rain.

"Aniu, are you busy?" Song Yan waved and greeted him.

Ah Niu straightened up, wiped the sweat off his face with his sleeve, and grinned, "Brother Song, you're here. Now that the rain has stopped, we need to quickly finish the work in the fields."

"It's been raining for several days. Are the pepper seedlings okay?" Song Yan jumped off the donkey cart and walked over.

"Everything is fine. Although the rain lasted for a long time, the drainage in this area is good and the pepper seedlings were not flooded." Aniu said quickly.

Song Yan walked to the edge of the field, squatted down and carefully checked the pepper seedlings. Sure enough, the pepper seedlings were full of vitality and were not affected by the continuous rain.

He stood up and said, "It has been raining these few days, so I haven't been to the farm. Thanks to you, Niu, for taking care of it. I will give you an extra penny of silver this month."

"Brother Song," Ah Niu stuttered, a trace of embarrassment appearing on his dark face.

"Okay, don't refuse." Song Yan interrupted Aniu, "You took good care of Chili, so this is what you deserve."

Even if he were to come himself, he might not be as attentive as Ah Niu.

Song Yan continued, "While the weather is getting better, it's time to plant winter melons and peanuts."

When talking about sowing, Aniu immediately became full of energy: "It just rained, the ground is still wet, we need to plow it again, and then we can sow the seeds."

Song Yan looked at the fifty acres of land and estimated that it would take another two or three days to plow it all.

At noon, Song Yan ate dry food with everyone at the farm.

The temporary workers hired this time were all villagers from nearby villages. They were not familiar with Song Yan, so they were more curious and awed by him.

How could a landlord come to the farm personally to work and eat dry food with them?

Song Yan didn't care. After finishing his meal, he brushed off the crumbs on his hands and strolled to the other side of the field which was full of weeds.

As luck would have it, he had just walked to the edge of the farm when he ran into Manager Feng who was leading people to look after the fields.

It's only been a month since I last saw him, but Manager Feng has lost weight and looks a little haggard.

Manager Feng said to the man, "... before, whatever we planted was harvested, and the harvest was excellent. Now the owner is in urgent need of money, so I reluctantly gave it up. If you buy it..."

When Song Yan heard this, she did not go over to disturb them, but stood quietly aside, took out some melon seeds and ate them slowly.

"…If you miss this opportunity, you will never see this store again. If you decide now, we can still discuss the price."

It seems that Manager Feng is quite anxious and he has even stopped keeping his composure.

Manager Feng walked around the field with the man and talked about many of the advantages of the field.

The man seemed to be moved, but hesitant and was slow to express his opinion.

As soon as the buyer left, Manager Feng sighed heavily, turned around and saw Song Yan standing beside him eating melon seeds.

"It's you." Manager Feng forced a smile, still looking a bit tired.

Song Yan spat out the melon seed shells and said, "I just happened to pass by and heard you introducing this field, so I didn't disturb you."

"Hasn't the fifty acres of land here been sold yet?"

Manager Feng was probably holding back a lot of anger. When he heard what Song Yan said, he couldn't help but complain, "This field is in a great location, the soil is good, and the harvest was good in previous years, but I just can't sell it. The owner is pushing me hard, and I'm almost turning gray with worry."

Song Yan threw another melon seed into his mouth and looked at the fifty acres of land thoughtfully: "The location and soil quality of this land are good, it shouldn't be so difficult to sell. Is the price too high?"

Manager Feng waved his hands and said, "Mr. Song, this price is already very fair. The owner has no other choice but to sell the land. If he wasn't in urgent need of money, he would never sell it at such a low price."

Song Yan raised her eyebrows and said, "Oh? Then tell me why the master is in urgent need of money?"

Manager Feng hesitated for a moment and said, "I don't know the details, but I heard that the owner's business had some problems and they couldn't make ends meet."

Song Yancai didn't believe his words and said with a smile: "Manager Feng, this is not the first time we have dealt with each other. Do you really not know the situation of this owner at all? If there are only some minor problems in the business, you wouldn't be so anxious to sell the land."

Manager Feng looked embarrassed, rubbed his hands and said, "Mr. Song, I really don't know much. It's not my place to ask about the master's affairs. But this field is really good. If you are interested, we can discuss the price."

Song Yan walked around the field, kicked the soil lightly with her feet, and felt the softness of the soil.

He was somewhat tempted by the fifty acres of land, but his wallet was tight. If it could be sold at a lower price, Song Yan would definitely buy it.

At this time, Song Yan's mind was in a state of confusion, but she did not show it on her face.

He said noncommittally, "That being said, buying land is no small matter after all. I need to think about it again. You can also ask the owner to see if the price can be lowered a little."

After saying that, Song Yan turned and left, leaving Manager Feng standing there with a worried look on his face.

He returned to his own field, said hello to Ah Niu, and hurriedly drove the donkey cart home.

As soon as he entered the door, he called An Qi: "Can you help me find out what happened to Mr. Huang's family? Why are they in such a hurry to sell the land?"

"It's a small matter," An Qi patted his chest, "Brother Song, don't worry, I'll go and find out right away."

After saying that, An Qi went out in a hurry.

Song Yan walked into the backyard and glanced towards the study. She saw that Shu Changyu had returned and was lying on the couch with his eyes closed, dozing off. He looked a little lazy.

He coughed lightly, attracting Shu Changyu's attention.

Shu Changyu opened his eyes and saw Song Yan walking over to the couch and sitting down. He picked up the teacup, took a few gulps of tea, and said, "I'm dying of thirst."

Shu Changyu put his arm around Song Yan's shoulders and said, "I heard you went to the farm?"

"Yes." Song Yan said, "Now that the rain has stopped, I have to go check on the pepper seedlings. By the way, I have to see when the winter melons and peanuts can be planted."

"Is there any problem?" Shu Changyu asked.

Song Yan gave a general account of the situation at the farm, including the incident when Manager Feng was selling the land.

"I think the fifty acres of land is good. If the price could be lower, I would buy it."

Shu Changyu said casually: "If you want to buy it, I can help you."

"Come on, I don't need that little bit of money. Besides, I can handle it myself."

Shu Changyu raised his eyebrows slightly: "Okay, whatever you want. But if you need anything, feel free to ask."

Song Yan said, "Don't worry. If I really need money, I won't be polite to you. By the way, why do you think Mr. Huang's family is in a hurry to sell the land? Is it just because of business problems and lack of funds?"

As the two were talking, An Qi came back.