Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Song Yan vaguely remembered that the potatoes he planted were near the stream.

He began to search carefully along the stream, not missing any possible place.

Every few steps he would squat down and push aside the grass to take a look.

God helps those who work hard, Song Yan finally found the potatoes he had been longing for in a relatively hidden place.

It was covered with dead branches and leaves.

Song Yan pushed aside the dead leaves and carefully dug the surrounding soil with the wooden stick in her hand, for fear of hurting these precious treasures.

As the wooden stick turned, the soil fell down and round potatoes gradually appeared.

"Is this the treasure you were talking about?" Shu Changyu said in a neutral tone.

Song Yan grabbed a potato with both hands and patted the dirt off it. The potato had sprouted and could not be eaten, but it could be kept as seeds.

He looked up at Shu Changyu and counted, "Potatoes can be fried, boiled, made into mashed potatoes, French fries, potato chips, and even potato pancakes!"

"Can you say it's not a precious thing?"

"Moreover," Song Yan lowered her voice again and whispered, "the yield of potatoes per mu can reach 2,000 kilograms."

Shu Changyu's eyes flashed with surprise, and his gaze fell on the plump potatoes in Song Yan's hand, and he said, "How can the yield be so high?"

Song Yan nodded vigorously: "Yes, so these potatoes are treasures."

Two thousand kilograms is still a conservative estimate by Song Yan. Since there were no chemical fertilizers and pesticides in ancient times, the yield would not be too high, but it was much more than that of other crops.

Shu Changyu didn't say anything.

Song Yan dug out all the potatoes, but unfortunately all of them had sprouted, and some had even grown long sprouts.

"These can't be eaten because they have sprouted. I'll get you a few from the kitchen and you can roast them later." Song Yan said with a smile.

An Shi took the prey in the backpack to deal with it, and the backpack was empty. Song Yan carefully put the dug potatoes into the backpack, filling it up.

At this time, Heige came over and sniffed the potatoes.

Song Yan reached out and pushed Heige's head: "Heige, this is not for you to eat."

"Let's go roast some potatoes." Song Yan carried the backpack, walked to the stream, and stopped at the place where they had roasted fish before.

"Shu Changyu, go pick up some dry branches." Song Yan gave instructions while putting down the backpack.

Shu Changyu raised his eyebrows slightly, but still went to look for dry branches nearby as he was told.

A moment later, he came back with a bundle of branches.

Then, Song Yan took out a fire starter, pursed her lips and blew it, and flames came out.

He directed the flames to the hay and soon the fire was burning brightly.

While An Shi was processing the prey by the stream and couldn't be seen, Song Yan took out a few fresh potatoes from the space kitchen and slowly roasted them by the fire.

He couldn't wait to pick one up, and then: "Hiss, it's so hot."

Song Yan kept changing the hands holding the potato and blowing on them.

After waiting for the temperature to drop a little, he peeled off the charred skin on the outside, revealing the golden and soft potato flesh inside.

Song Yan took a deep breath, and the rich aroma made him swallow his saliva.

He lowered his head and took a bite. The dense taste spread on the tip of his tongue, and the taste of happiness instantly surged into his heart.

"Wow, it's delicious." Song Yan finished the baked potato in her hand in just two or three bites and licked her lips with satisfaction.

Then he looked eagerly at the few remaining roasted potatoes by the fire, took one and handed it to Shu Changyu: "Try it."

Shu Changyu took the baked potato, looked at it for a moment, and took a bite. The soft and glutinous texture and unique aroma really surprised him.

"It's really delicious." Shu Changyu gave a concise evaluation.

Song Yan smiled with her eyes curved: "Isn't it? I said that roasted potatoes are also very good. When we go back, we can plant these potatoes, and then we can have as many as we want."

"Cool!"

After dealing with the prey, An Shi came over and said, "Master."

"Give it to me." Song Yan quickly reached out to take it.

An Shi handed the processed prey to Song Yan, who skillfully skewered the prey with branches and roasted it over the fire.

The flames licked the prey, making a sizzling sound, and the fat gradually seeped out and dripped into the fire, sparking a small spark.

Song Yan grabbed a baked potato and threw it to An Shi: "Try this baked potato too."

An Shi caught the potato steadily, bowed his head slightly and said, "Thank you, Mr. Song."

Song Yan looked at An Shiyi's serious look and couldn't help laughing: "Don't be so serious, try it."

An Shi peeled the potato as he was told and took a bite. He was slightly surprised by the soft and glutinous texture.

Shu Changyu picked up a baked potato, broke off a small piece, and handed it to Heige's mouth.

Heige first sniffed it, then licked it carefully, and then started eating it in big mouthfuls.

"Go catch some fish." Shu Changyu ordered An Shi.

An Shi finished eating the potato in his hand and turned to walk towards the stream.

In less than a few breaths, An Shi caught a few lively silver fish. He walked quickly to Shu Changyu and Song Yan, put the fish down, and still had no expression on his face.

"Take it and deal with it first." Shu Changyu rubbed his forehead and said.

Song Yan held back her laughter and watched An Shi take orders and leave again.

The secret guards under Shu Changyu have different personalities. Secret Guard Seven is too lively, Secret Guard Five is not well known and looks a bit cold, while Secret Guard Ten is very methodical and always follows orders strictly and never oversteps the line.

A quarter of an hour later, An Shi brought back the processed fish.

At this time, the pheasant was roasted to a crispy aroma. Heige excitedly moved forward and kept sniffing the tempting aroma.

"It's almost ready, just wait a moment." Song Yan sprinkled some seasoning on the roasted pheasant, then took it down and handed it to Shu Changyu.

Then he removed the branch with the fish from the fire and set it aside to cool. Song Yan looked at the golden roasted silver fish, feeling a sense of accomplishment.

After finally eating and drinking her fill, Song Yan patted her belly in satisfaction.

They then put out the fire and continued on their journey.

They walked forward until they came to the edge of a cliff.

Song Yan looked at the bottomless cliff and shook her legs.

The wind whistled past the cliff, bringing with it gusts of coldness, making his clothes rustle.

"What are we doing here?" Song Yan said stutteringly.

Shu Changyu suddenly grabbed his wrist and said something extremely terrifying: "Follow me down."

Song Yan widened her eyes and looked at Shu Changyu with horror.

Go down? There's a cliff below!

Is Shu Changyu crazy again?