Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

After the mugwort is pounded into fine fluff and sieved, you can roll it up with paper and light it directly when you need it.

Song Yan asked, "Erlin, do you have any paper left? Lend me some."

Erlin was slightly startled, then he realized: "There are more."

He stood up and took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the bamboo basket at the foot of the bed.

He has never touched a pen since he came back from school.

In fact, the annual tuition fee was not much, only one or two taels of silver, but what was really expensive were the pens, ink, paper and inkstone.

Even though he was very frugal, it still cost several taels of silver every year. It was like a bottomless pit, draining the family's savings time and time again.

He regretted more than once that he would have never said he wanted to study.

When Song Yan saw that he suddenly looked gloomy, she knew that he had reached a dead end again.

He took a few pieces of paper from Erlin's hand and said, "Okay, give me the paper. I'll buy you some better rice paper in a few days."

The paper Erlin used was not even very good. It was very rough, like hemp paper. I was afraid that once the pen touched the paper, it would make a mess.

Erlin had been using hemp paper when writing his imperial examination essay. After more than ten years of hard work, he finally passed the imperial examination and became a juren.

His journey in pursuing studies was more than just difficult.

But even so, the young man in the book grew up quickly in adversity time and time again, showing his sharp edge.

If it weren't for the unexpected disaster that happened later, he would surely have risen to a high position in the court.

But who can blame him? He is the male protagonist's control group.

His fate is destined to be the foil of the male protagonist.

Thinking of the plot in the book, Song Yan sighed again. With him around this time, Erlin would definitely not end up following the same plot as in the novel.

Erlin's mood returned to normal, and when he looked up, he met Song Yan's heartbroken eyes.

He felt even more strange: "Brother, why are you looking at me?"

"Nothing. If you are free, come and help me press the moxa sticks."

Put the crushed moxa on paper and roll it up into strips like tobacco.

Song Yan put some paste on the edges and glued them together, and the job was done.

I made ten moxa sticks in total, which could barely last for a while.

After making the moxa sticks, Song Yan got up and went to the kitchen to wash her hands and cook.

Rinse the dirt off the fresh radish with water, cut into small pieces and set aside.

There was no garlic at home, and it happened to be raining, so I didn't go to Aunt Niu's house to "borrow" some. Besides, scallions have a strong onion flavor, so it doesn't matter if there is no garlic.

Song Yan took out a small piece of bacon from the jar and cut it into thin slices.

The pan is already hot, so add the fat directly and flatten out the grease.

Fried radish with bacon is Song Yan’s favorite farm dish. A few years ago, when he flew to the south to shoot a video, his friend made him a dish of fried radish with bacon.

The scallions have a strong aroma, and a handful of dried chilies are added, which makes it spicy, fragrant and crispy. The bacon makes it chewy and has a slightly smoky flavor.

Take a small bite, the onion fragrance mixed with the spicy taste explodes between your teeth, the bacon is neither fat nor greasy, just right, and the scallions are fragrant, crispy, refreshing and delicious.

So much so that even after several years, Song Yan still can't forget the taste of fried radish with bacon.

Ever since Song Yan announced the "Song Family Rules", Erya would stand aside obediently at dinner time, waiting for the meal to be served.

But his eyes were still staring at the pot.

smell good.

Until Song Yan said, "Let's eat."

Erya picked up the chopsticks, glanced at Song Yan, and seeing that he didn't stop her, she quickly stretched out her chopsticks to pick up the food.

Erya shed tears of happiness as she chewed the radish in small bites.

She only hated herself for not having been to school and having a limited vocabulary, so she could only use words like "delicious" and "smells good" to describe food.

The tables and chairs that we asked Uncle Niu to make haven't been made yet, so they can only eat while standing.

Song Yan actually wanted to eat while squatting. It was comfortable to eat while squatting, but the posture might be a bit indecent.

But in order to teach the twins etiquette, he could only eat while standing.

After dinner, Erlin cleaned up and washed the dishes as usual.

It was raining outside and Song Yan couldn't go out for a walk to digest the food, so she started practicing military boxing in the house, although her movements might not be so standard.

Anyway, it's all exercise, it doesn't matter whether it's regular or not.

After finishing a set of military boxing, Song Yan went to the kitchen, fetched a basin of water, wiped the sweat off his body, and then went back to the room and lay down.

The drizzle stopped in the middle of the night. Fortunately, the thatch on the roof had been reinforced, so there was no leak this time.

I lit moxa sticks at night and fumigated the house, and there were no mosquitoes all night.

Song Yan slept until early morning. He remembered that he had promised Erya yesterday to make green rice dumplings. After breakfast, he called Erlin to go out and pick mugwort.

Erlin was still feeding grass to the sheep in the sheepfold. When he heard Song Yan calling him, he packed up and followed her out.

Mugwort grows on the roadside, and those who don’t know it think it’s a weed.

It is actually a medicinal herb that can not only be eaten but also used to treat diseases.

Its leaves have the effects of warming the meridians and stopping bleeding, dispelling cold and relieving pain, removing dampness and relieving itching.

The dried rhizomes can also be used to make chicken soup, which is said to have excellent nourishing effects.

In addition, dried mugwort can also be used to repel mosquitoes.

There are literally treasures all over the body.

As soon as you go out, you can see patches of mugwort growing on the hillside, lush, dense and flourishing.

Song Yan told him: "Pick more and take them home. When the weather is good, dry them and save them for making moxa sticks."

Erlin nodded seriously. He was not bitten by mosquitoes all night last night. Although burning mugwort directly can also repel mosquitoes, it will release pungent odor and smoke when burning.

However, if you use moxa sticks to fumigate the house, there will be no such trouble. Instead, the whole house will be filled with a faint medicinal fragrance.

I slept more deeply at night.

There were already some aunties picking mugwort on the hillside, but Song Yan did not go over there and went to the other side where there was more mugwort.

Before I knew it, I had picked a full basket.

Song Yan straightened his back, and an aunt next to him called out to him, "Xiao Song, can you finish all the mugwort you picked?"

Song Yan recognized that she was Uncle Dazhu's wife, no wonder she came up to talk to him.

The other aunties wanted to stay three meters away from him for fear that he would go crazy and hit people.

Even though he had explained what happened that day and said he had no intention of beating Dashan Niang, the villagers still left the impression that he was "not easy to mess with."

Song Yan said politely: "Go back and make green rice balls. Dry the extra ones and make moxa sticks."

"The cakes you bought last time were too expensive. Your uncle Dazhu was really a nobody. He didn't even help you and made you run for nothing. And he still had the nerve to take your cake."

Aunt Sun said angrily, "Let me give you a good scolding."

Song Yan silently mourned for Uncle Dazhu for a second.

He smiled and said, "Aunt, don't blame Uncle Dazhu. I forced it on him. Thanks to him for giving us a ride that day, he delayed our farm work."

"Uncle Dazhu will definitely not accept money, so I can only give him some food as a token of my appreciation, otherwise I will feel bad."

Aunt Sun said with a look of pain on her face, "Don't send such expensive things next time. We couldn't bear to eat them, and in the end, that greedy girl Hehua ate them all."

Song Yan vaguely remembered that his girl and Hehua were good sisters.

As expected, Aunt Sun said, "Your Erya likes to eat cakes, save some for her next time."

Song Yan laughed in his heart, he finally knew why Erya had been running outside every day in the past few days.

Aunt Sun chatted with him for a few words, and then someone called her. She answered and then said to Song Yan, "I'm going back to make lunch. Come over to my house when you have time."

Song Yan: "Okay, Auntie, I will definitely go when I have time."