Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

The little girl blinked her eyes: "Brother, can I have a taste?"

"No." Song Yan shook her head and cruelly rejected her request: "We can only start eating after everyone is here."

Recalling the time when she went to Mr. Huang's house to buy sheep a few days ago, Song Yan realized that she still needed to strengthen the education of her twins.

Erlin will take the imperial examination in the future and embark on a career in government. If nothing unexpected happens, with his intelligence and talent, he will eventually pass the examination and become a Jinshi.

All the Jinshi would be granted official positions. Even the lowest third-class Jinshi would be sent out as a county magistrate.

As the saying goes: "If one person succeeds, everyone will succeed."

When Erlin becomes an official, Erya will also be able to benefit from it, and her future life will definitely be much better than those girls who work as maids in wealthy families.

Therefore, he hoped that Erya would not envy the lives of those maids.

Even if Erlin didn't pass the imperial examination, wouldn't he still have his elder brother? In the future, although they wouldn't be rich, they would at least have enough food and clothing.

When Arya grows up, he will definitely prepare a generous dowry for her to ensure that she can live comfortably in the second half of her life.

But obviously, Erya did not realize Song Yan's good intentions.

She pouted and said dissatisfiedly: "But in the past you always let me taste the saltiness first."

Song Yan glanced at her and insisted, "It was the past, it won't work from now on."

"You can only start eating after everyone is present and the elders have started eating. This is the most basic table etiquette."

Arya couldn't help but be confused: "Why? Didn't we always eat like this before?"

"This is the rule in all wealthy families. You can ask your sister Yueyue. When she was serving the ladies and young ladies at the Huang family, was it the elders who started eating first before the younger ones could follow suit?"

When Erya heard that Song Yan was moving out of the wealthy family, she couldn't help but prick up her ears and listen carefully without any more objection.

Song Yan was both angry and amused. This little girl really wanted to be someone's maid.

He worked hard at home to support them, but she just turned around and thought about becoming a maid in someone else's home and serving her master.

Erlin had just carried Yaya back to the house, and finally coaxed the little girl to sleep. When he walked to the kitchen door, he heard Song Yan say, "Rich families are the most disciplined. They don't show their feet when they walk, they don't step an inch, they don't show their teeth when they smile, and they don't put their hands on their chests."

"As for you, you still have a lot to learn." He bent his index finger and tapped the little guy's head.

Erya opened her eyes wide, but dared not say anything.

Erlin, who was standing outside the door, was surprised. He didn't expect that his elder brother knew the rules of a wealthy family so well.

He remembered a classmate whose family ran a small business and was considered wealthy. However, because they were from a merchant family, they were not allowed to take the imperial examinations within three generations, so the classmate was adopted by a distant relative.

But in terms of food, clothing and other expenses, everything is no different from at home.

He had received special instruction since he was young, and his words and deeds had been carefully cultivated. He was elegant in conversation and graceful in demeanor. Even the teacher praised him for his elegance and gentlemanly demeanor.

Erlin also noticed that some students from poor backgrounds were secretly imitating the behavior of that classmate.

But these have nothing to do with him anymore, he has long given up the idea of ​​studying.

I just don’t know why big brother told Arya these useless rules.

Noticing Erlin's arrival, Song Yan greeted him, "Since you are here, sit down and let's eat together."

After Song Yan sat down, Erya wanted to reach out for the chopsticks, but was stopped by his look.

He cleared his throat and said, "Now let me tell you the rules of our house from now on."

"First, do not talk while eating and do not talk while sleeping."

After saying that, he looked at the two of them and raised his eyebrows: "You can all do it."

Erya nodded like a chick pecking at rice, looking a little anxious. "Brother, hurry up and say something. The food is getting cold."

Erlin put his hands down at his sides and stood straight: "Okay."

"Second, from now on, everyone should be present before you can start eating."

"Third," he paused when he mentioned the third, "I haven't thought about making up for the third one yet."

He saw that Erya's eyes were fixed on the plate of bamboo shoots and bacon, and she couldn't move her eyes anymore. He felt amused and picked up the chopsticks: "Okay, let's eat first."

Hearing this, Erya quickly picked up the chopsticks and picked up a large portion of food.

The bacon is fragrant but not greasy, and has a slightly smoky flavor, which is especially appetizing and goes well with rice.

Paired with the light and tender spring bamboo shoots, the salty fragrance of bacon, and the crispness of spring bamboo shoots, it is a perfect match.

Erya couldn't help but say: "Wow, this bacon is delicious."

Song Yan: "Ahem, don't talk while eating, and don't talk while sleeping."

Arya shut her mouth immediately.

Erlin wanted to laugh, but he held it back.

At this moment, the simple brick house is bustling with activity.

"We are running low on beans."

"Make another bucket."

"I'm dizzy from grinding beans. Even the donkey in my family doesn't do as much as I do. Skinny monkey, it's your turn."

Master Chen said seriously, "Don't dilly-dally, get to work."

The young man said with a sad face: "Master, how about I go to the kitchen instead? I don't want to grind beans anymore."

Master Chen: "It will be your turn to go to the kitchen tomorrow. You have to finish grinding the beans today."

In the big kitchen next door, Brother Ying was sitting on an armchair, with his legs crossed, looking very nonchalant.

Zhong Hui was writing down the accounts nearby: "I bought a total of 100 catties of beans, plus the firewood for the fire, so the total cost was 400 coins."

Since that day, he gathered all the brothers in the gang and told them about Liu Wenxiu's defection.

Everyone was so angry that they were about to rush over to Thanos' gang to fight.

But then, Zhong Hui said something more important.

They now have three bean food recipes.

This is the key to whether they can turn things around.

Before officially selling bean curd skin and yuba, Zhong Hui gave them a simple training to ensure that the two products were promoted in the shortest possible time and that everyone in the county knew about them.

That’s right, the words “sales” and “training” were both learned from Song Yan.

This matter concerns the survival of their gang, and everyone takes it with the utmost seriousness.

After three days of training, they officially started making tofu skin.

As for bean curd sheets, in the past few days, Aunt Pang, Aunt Hua, and Uncle Wang who just joined the team have dried more than 100 kilograms of bean curd sheets.

Tonight, they started making tofu skin.

Although bean curd skin tastes like tofu, it can be eaten in many ways. In addition, everyone likes to try new things, so it is not difficult to promote it.

On the morning of the same day, before daybreak, several vendors were seen carrying baskets on their shoulders, walking through the streets and alleys, shouting, "Selling tofu skin -- selling bean curd sticks --"

"Delicious bean curd skin and yuba, don't miss it if you pass by!"

The tightly closed door opened from the inside, and an older woman came out: "What is tofu skin? What is yuba?"

The vendor put down the basket and opened the dustpan covering it, revealing the white and smooth bean curd skin inside: "Look, sister, this is bean curd skin."

The eldest sister took a look and said: "How do you eat this thing?"

“You can stir-fry it or boil it. If you have vinegar at home, you can also eat it cold. Why don’t you try it?” The vendor took out a bowl of cold-mixed shredded tofu from another basket.

The eldest sister was surprised and said, "You can still try it. Then I want to try it."

As she spoke, she picked up a piece of tofu skin shreds and tasted it hesitantly.

But the next moment, the sour, fragrant and spicy taste instantly conquered her taste buds.