Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Song Yan scratched his head: "Let me think about where I put it."

He bought a lot of things at the time, and they were very messy. He was too lazy to clean them up, so he just stuffed them all under the bed.

He lay under the bed and fumbled for a long time before he took out two small bags of seeds, one bag of flower seeds and the other bag of vegetable seeds.

I opened the cloth bag containing the flower seeds and looked carefully, but I still couldn't tell what flower the seeds were.

Forget it, we’ll know when it blooms.

The afternoon sun lazily sprinkled in the yard, the cicadas chirped intermittently in the grass, and the warm spring breeze made people drowsy.

Song Yan sat barefoot on the steps in front of the door and enjoyed the breeze for a while.

This kind of life is so comfortable.

Song Yan licked her lips. She felt a little thirsty. It would be even better if she had a piece of watermelon.

Eh? He was the only one left at home, so it was a good time for him to eat alone.

He immediately took out a chilled watermelon from the refrigerator in the kitchen.

The watermelon weighs about seven or eight pounds. I cut it gently with a knife. With a "click", the crisp rind cracked open and the sweet juice flowed down the rind onto my hands.

Looking inside the watermelon, the flesh is fresh, red and tender, with a small piece of sandy flesh in the middle.

Take a bite, and the sweet juice fills your mouth. The chilled watermelon is icy and cool, instantly dispelling physical fatigue.

Song Yan used a spoon to take a sip at a time, slowly enjoying this rare leisurely moment.

After eating the watermelon, he saved the seeds and planted them later.

But are there watermelons at this time?

Oh, never mind, let’s plant it first.

He then loosened the soil in the other half of the yard, scattered the flower seeds evenly on the ground, covered them with a layer of fine soil, watered them, and the job was done.

When the work was finished, Aunt Niu came in with a basket and said, "Xiao Song, your clothes are ready. Come and try them on to see if they fit you."

"Okay, auntie, wait a moment, I'll wash my hands first." Song Yan put the hoe back to the foot of the wall, rubbed her hands clean, then took the clothes and put them on directly.

Aunt Niu stretched her head and looked around: "Erlin and Erya's clothes are also ready, where are the other two?"

"Erya took Yaya out to play." Song Yan said as she looked down at the clothes on her body. They fit her perfectly and the stitches were neatly and firmly sewn.

He went on to say, "Erlin went to see Doctor Zhang."

Aunt Niu asked, "Why did you go to Lao Zhang's place?"

"He said he had nothing to do at home and wanted to borrow a medical book from Doctor Zhang." Song Yan said helplessly.

Aunt Niu looked around and saw that no one was around. She said quietly, "Xiao Song, tell me honestly, are you planning to send Erlin to continue his studies?"

Song Yan did not deny it: "Erlin is a good student. As long as he wants, I will continue to send him to school."

But Erlin still has a knot in his heart and never talks about going to school until now, and Song Yan has no way to deal with it.

These six months happen to be the mourning period, so let him stay at home and think carefully about whether he should continue his studies.

In the current dynasty, officials of high rank had to observe mourning for their parents for three years.

The mourning period for both the father and the mother is six years in total.

However, there are no such strict requirements for ordinary people.

Even if both parents have passed away, one only needs to stay at home and observe mourning for six months.

During these six months, no weddings, excessive eating and drinking, or merrymaking are allowed.

Therefore, even if Song Yan wanted to demolish the leaky thatched house and rebuild it, it would take at least half a year.

Aunt Niu said with relief: "With a big brother like you taking care of him, Erlin will surely pass the imperial examination in the future."

Song Yan smiled faintly: "I hope it's as Auntie wishes."

"Erlin is also a good child who knows how to repay kindness. He will remember your kindness to him." Aunt Niu said.

Song Yan didn't care: "I raised them because it was my responsibility as the eldest brother, not for him to repay me."

As he said this, he took off his coat and said, "If it weren't for my aunt's help, I would still be in a state of panic."

Aunt Niu said sadly, "I have been neighbors with your parents for 20 years. I have watched you grow up. You were really a bad boy before, and you made your parents so angry that they beat you with a stick."

Song Yan smiled awkwardly but politely.

"Since your parents passed away, I have always worried about your brothers and sisters." Aunt Niu smiled and said, "I didn't expect that it was you who supported this family."

She thought of something and said, "By the way, Zhang Dashan hasn't bothered you again, has he?"

"No." Song Yan shook her head. "He hasn't come since that time. Maybe he was scared."

Aunt Niu couldn't help laughing.

"Speaking of which, Aunt, I don't quite understand why he wants to adopt my Erlin." Song Yan asked in confusion, "Doesn't he have a child?"

Aunt Niu: "He and his wife have been married for more than ten years and just had a daughter. I guess he is anxious."

Don’t mention that in ancient times, men were favored over women, because if there was no son, the family would be wiped out. Families with few sons would not be able to win an argument if they went out.

It is not difficult to understand why Zhang Dashan wanted to adopt a son.

If he was still the same Song Dashu, he might really sell Erlin to him.

So Zhang Dashan didn't expect that he would refuse, and he scolded his mother severely by the river, which made him feel resentful.

Just then, he saw him leading a sheep home, and he began to have evil thoughts.

Unexpectedly, he lost more than he gained. He was caught and beaten up severely.

"I'll put Erlin and Erya's clothes here first." Aunt Niu took the clothes out of the basket and put them on the bamboo chair. "Remember to tell them when they come back."

Song Yan: "Okay, Auntie, take care."

At this moment, Erya was playing with her group of little sisters.

"Erya, your sister is crying again."

The little girl who was speaking was Uncle Dazhu’s granddaughter. Her name was Hehua and she was about the same age as Erya.

Erya said unhappily: "Stop pinching her face all the time. It makes her uncomfortable."

A group of girls of the same age surrounded Yaya and said, "Erya, your sister is so pretty, and she smells like sweet milk."

"Wow, she smiled at me."

"I also want to have such a beautiful sister."

Suddenly a sharp voice sounded: "Tsk, she's just a little girl, what's so rare about her?"

Erya glanced over and immediately frowned: "Why is it you, Zhang Pandi?"

"You are also a girl, so your parents shouldn't care about you."

Zhang Pandi said angrily, "Song Erya, don't go too far."

"Am I not telling the truth?" Arya said with a smile.

"Then I'm different from you. My parents really love me."

Erya took out the silk flower her elder brother gave her from her bosom and waved it in front of her deliberately: "My elder brother loves me very much and even bought me a silk flower. You must not have it."

Zhang Pandi's eyes turned red with anger, and her jealous heart felt like it was bitten by thousands of ants, making her feel extremely uncomfortable.

Not wanting to see the silk flower again, she turned and ran away.

Erya looked at her back and pouted, "Who called her here? It's bad luck."

Everyone knows that Erya doesn’t like Zhang Pandi, especially a few days ago, her eldest brother had a fight with Zhang Pandi’s family.

"She came here by herself. I didn't call her." Others quickly distanced themselves from the matter.

"Mom! Mom!" Zhang Pandi shouted as she entered the door.