Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

As the sun sets in the west, the afterglow dyes the yard a warm orange-red.

Song Yan narrowed his eyes and suddenly felt happy. He waved to Shu Changyu, then walked briskly to the front yard to prepare dinner.

By the way, he took out the wild boar meat that had just been processed, divided it in half, and asked An Qi to deliver it to the Shu family.

On the second day, Song Yan carried the basket of potatoes and a sack of peanuts and watermelon seeds and drove the donkey cart to the farm.

The fifty acres of land have been completely plowed and are now ready for sowing.

Song Yan called Aniu over and gave him peanut kernels and watermelon seeds.

"Plant the winter melons in sandy soil. Remember not to plant them too densely." Song Yan instructed Aniu carefully.

Ah Niu nodded repeatedly: "Brother Song, I can save it."

"Also, the fifty acres of land opposite are now mine too." Song Yan raised his hand and placed it on Aniu's shoulder, pointing his finger at the overgrown land opposite.

Ah Niu opened his mouth wide, his face full of disbelief: "Brother Song, you, you bought land again?"

"Yes, I bought it because the price was right." Song Yan said with a smile, "You can hire a few more people to clean up the weeds first and then plow the land thoroughly."

Song Yan told Aniu one by one: "Leave a few acres of land to grow potatoes, the kind we brought."

He pointed to the sprouting potatoes in the basket, and then taught Aniu how to plant potatoes.

"Look at these sprouted parts. They need to be cut into small pieces, and each piece must have a sprout eye." Song Yan said as he picked up a potato and skillfully cut it into several pieces to demonstrate to Aniu.

"Then, put the potatoes in the holes, with the eyes facing up..."

"After that, it's just like taking care of other crops, just pay attention to weeding and fertilizing."

Aniu listened very carefully and nodded continuously.

After Song Yan handed the basket of potatoes to A Niu, she asked, "There are a lot of things going on lately. Can you manage it by yourself? How about finding someone to help?"

Aniu hesitated. He had to sow seeds on fifty acres of land here and clean up the newly acquired fifty acres of land over there. He was indeed too busy to handle it all.

"Brother Song, I think we really need to find someone else to help. This is too much work, and I'm afraid it will delay the farming season."

"Who in the village do you think is more suitable?" Song Yan asked Aniu.

A Niu thought for a moment and said, "Brother Song, no one in the village is suitable. If you want to find someone, why not choose Dongsheng."

Song Yan couldn't help but be surprised. He thought Aniu would ask Brother Shitou to come and help, but he didn't expect that the person Aniu recommended was Dongsheng.

Although Ah Niu stuttered a little, his explanation was very logical: "Actually, Brother Shitou is more suitable to be the manager than me, but he values ​​friendship. If I let him come to be the manager, most of the temporary workers he hires will be from Zhangjia Village. It's not good to have too many people from Zhangjia Village."

Song Yan immediately understood what Aniu meant. If most of the temporary workers were from Zhangjia Village, it would be difficult to manage them because everyone was familiar with each other.

Just like when he was building a house for his family last year, there were some cases of cheating during the work. Although they were finally suppressed by stones, Song Yan would definitely not hire those people again.

Secondly, there are too many people from Zhangjia Village among the temporary workers, and they will form a group to exclude other workers, and even climb over the head of the manager and refuse to obey the arrangements.

This is a situation that Song Yan absolutely cannot tolerate.

"Why Dongsheng?" Song Yan asked him.

Ah Niu scratched his head and said, "Brother Song, although Dongsheng lost one hand, he works well and can endure hardships. Moreover, Dongsheng can read and write, so he can help keep accounts and so on."

What he didn't say was that since Dongsheng was from Xiaoli Village and had been saved by Brother Song, he must be loyal to Brother Song.

"Okay, go call Dongsheng and I'll talk to him." Song Yan said decisively.

Aniu drove the donkey cart hurriedly to Dongsheng's house.

Taking advantage of his free time, Song Yan rolled up his trouser legs and went to the fields to plant peanuts with the temporary workers.

It was not until the sun was high in the sky and the sunlight became scorching that Song Yan stopped the work in her hands and wiped the sweat from her forehead with her hand.

At this time, the sound of a donkey cart was heard in the distance.

Song Yan stood up, patted the dirt off her hands, and looked at Dongsheng with a smile.

"Dongsheng, didn't Ah Niu tell you? I have a lot of things to do on the farm and I need help. Are you willing to come and help me?"

Dongsheng was obviously a little nervous and excited. He said loudly unconsciously: "Brother Song, I am willing! You saved my life, and I have always wanted to find a chance to repay you. Now I can help you, I am more than happy."

"Okay, then I'll have to thank you for your hard work in the future. As you know, there is a lot of work to do on this farm. You have to manage the planting of crops and help with the accounting." Song Yan told him about the wages.

Although he is also a manager like Aniu, Dongsheng's salary is slightly lower than Aniu's.

After all, he is new here and needs to get familiar with and adjust to many things.

Song Yan instructed: "First follow Ah Niu to get familiar with the work here, and ask him if you have any questions."

The farm was only a few miles away from Xiaoli Village, and it was not too tiring for Dongsheng to travel back and forth every day, so Song Yan did not let him stay at the farm.

After arranging the sowing matters, Song Yan spent the next few days running between the town and the farm to buy farm tools and hire temporary workers.

There were many temporary workers to be hired this time, and people from nearby villages came here one after another after hearing the news.

Song Yan carefully selected the right candidate, who had to be capable and hardworking, but also not cunning or dishonest.

After some screening, we finally identified a group of temporary workers.

A few days later, the peanuts and watermelons on the farm had been successfully planted.

However, he had not yet decided what to plant on the 50 acres of land he had just bought. Song Yan was still thinking about this before going to bed at night.

Seeing his absent-minded look, Shu Changyu pinched his face and said in a hoarse voice: "Why? I didn't work hard enough, so you still have time to think about other things."

Song Yan knocked his head against the bedside, making a thud. It didn't hurt, but he felt a little dizzy. He panted hard and frowned, "I was just thinking about what to plant on the fifty acres of land?"

Shu Changyu paused slightly, and suddenly put his hands around Song Yan's waist. The two of them were pressed tightly together, as if they had merged into one.

The strands of hair on his forehead were wet with sweat and stuck to his cheeks, slightly curled, with a hint of laziness.

At this time, Shu Changyu's breathing stagnated slightly, his eyes and eyebrows were tense, and he gasped in his throat: "I will plant half of your winter melons and the other half of wheat."

Song Yan wanted to say something but her mouth was blocked.

Until Song Yan fell asleep in a daze, he still didn't find out why they planted melons and wheat.

The next day, Shu Changyu went out early in the morning for something.

Song Yan went to the farm again and instructed Aniu and Dongsheng to plant winter melons and wheat on 50 acres of land.

It was the end of the month again. Song Yan calculated that Erlin should have finished the provincial examination, so she planned to go to the county town to pick him up.