Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Song Yan's backpack was full, so he shouted to Erlin, "Erlin, go back."

At this time, Erlin was surrounded by a group of aunts. Compared with the fierce (?) Song Yan, Erlin, who looked well-behaved and honest, was obviously more popular with the aunts.

"Aunt, my brother called me, I'm going back." Erlin said shyly.

The aunts waved their hands and said, "Go back soon. We should also go back to cook."

When Erlin came over, Song Yan asked curiously, "What did they say to you?"

Erlin shook his head: "Nothing."

I just wanted to ask him what was written on the paper that my elder brother showed to the village chief that day.

Erlin only vaguely knew that it was a contract, and knew nothing else.

Of course, even if he knew, he wouldn't say it.

After returning home, Song Yan washed the mugwort, crushed it with a stone mortar, and then took a piece of clean gauze to squeeze out the juice of the mugwort.

I took a large bowl full of mugwort juice.

Song Yan took out a bag of glutinous rice flour and the malt sugar that Erlin had not finished eating last time from the jar at the foot of the room.

Use warm water to dissolve the maltose, pour it into the glutinous rice flour, and mix it with the mugwort juice, and knead it into a ball.

Then prepare the filling.

Erya likes sweet food, Erlin likes both sweet and salty food, but he prefers salty food.

I originally wanted to make some of both flavors, but I found that there was no salted egg yolk, so I gave up.

There were still some fried peanuts at home. Aunt Pang had given them to him when he was in the county town, but he forgot to eat them and Erlin never rummaged through the jars that contained his food.

Even the greedy Erya didn't dare to eat secretly under his nose.

Song Yan took out some peanuts, crushed them, sprinkled some roasted white sesame seeds, and added a spoonful of lard to make it more fragrant.

The peanut and sesame filling is ready, and now it’s time to start making the qingtuan.

This time, Erlin came over to help without him having to call him.

With the experience of making dumplings last time, the green dumplings he made this time were round and cute.

The two brothers quickly wrapped the green rice balls and steamed them directly in the pot before eating.

At this time of day, Erya would have been playing at her little sister's house, but today she didn't even leave the house.

When the steamed green dumplings were ready and taken out of the pot, she stared at the emerald green dumplings with an expression of "I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat" written all over her face.

Song Yan picked up a green dumpling in front of her and took a bite slowly. The green dumpling, which had just come out of the pot, was still very hot and her tongue was burned unexpectedly.

"Hiss, it's so hot."

Then, the peanut sesame filling overflowed like lava sand, it tasted extremely delicious and instantly conquered the taste buds.

The green rice dumpling has a thin skin and a large filling. The dough has the fragrance of mugwort and the slight sweetness of maltose.

It was so delicious that she couldn't bear to stop. Song Yan took small bites while taking a breath.

"Brother, are the green dumplings delicious?" Erya asked after taking a sip.

Song Yan said vaguely: "Well, it's delicious."

Erya said aggrievedly: "Brother, I want to eat too."

Song Yan took a breath and said, "It's still very hot now, wait until it cools down a bit before eating."

Each green dumpling is as big as a fist. If you eat a few, you don’t need to eat lunch.

Watching the twins holding a green dumpling each and eating it, Song Yan said, "I'm going to town this afternoon. You don't have to cook rice in the evening. I'll bring some food back."

Erya also wanted to go, but Song Yan didn't let her.

The reason he went to the town this time was to go to the incense shop to buy some tin foil to fold gold ingots, and then go to pay homage to Song's parents in a few days.

Besides, he also had to go to where to pick up the stove that he had ordered a few days ago.

The last and most important point is that he has to take out some food from the space kitchen.

Song Yanmeng and his family said that the eggs they have been eating at home are pheasant eggs picked up from the mountains.

Erlin didn't doubt it at first. After all, the eggs laid by domestic chickens are not that big.

But as he took out more and more eggs, Erlin looked at him with increasingly strange eyes.

Therefore, he didn't take eggs out of the space kitchen in the past two days. When Arya asked him, he just said that he had eaten them all and would buy more next time he went to town.

The last time he went to town, Arya was with him and he didn’t have the chance to get food from the space kitchen.

As a result, there is only a small piece of bacon left at home, and it will be gone after the next meal.

When Song Yan went out today, he didn't meet Uncle Dazhu on the road. It took him an hour to reach the town.

He first went to the incense shop and bought tin foil and incense.

Then go to Hefang store.

Business in the store has been slow recently. He Fang was lying in a chair, drowsy and about to fall asleep when he heard a clear voice.

"Brother He, let me get the stove."

He Fang quickly opened his eyes and greeted him with a smile: "You are finally here."

He carried out three small stoves from the warehouse: "I made them two days ago and have been waiting for you to pick them up."

Song Yan explained: "I've been busy these past few days, so I only have time to come and get it today."

He took the stove and looked at it.

The small stove was exquisitely crafted, and there were a few lifelike orchids painted on the wall. From this point of view, twenty cents was not expensive at all, but rather a friendly price given by the other party.

Song Yan gave the money readily.

He Fang gave him a few wire racks: "Here, you can use them to roast food."

Song Yan accepted it, put it in the backpack, and asked him, "Brother He, do you know where to buy puppies?"

He Fang was surprised: "You want to keep a dog."

Song Yan sighed and said, "I have a few little ones at home, and I am worried about them. I want to buy a dog to look after the house."

He Fang thought for a moment and said, "If you want to guard the house, the dog needs to be a bit fierce."

"Do you know where it is?" Song Yan asked.

"I have to ask this." He Fang scratched his head, "At this moment, I can't remember who has a dog."

"Are you in a hurry?" he asked again.

"No hurry." Song Yan took out half a tael of silver and gave it to him. "If you find out, please buy it for me."

You can't ask someone to help you buy something and ask them to pay for it.

He Fang didn't take it and said with a smile: "It doesn't cost so much money to buy a puppy. It's not like buying a ewe. You can give me the amount when you buy it."

Seeing that the other party insisted on not accepting the money, Song Yan had no choice but to take it back.

The two sat down and chatted, and He Fang asked him, "Has the ewe you bought last time given birth?"

Song Yan: "Not yet."

He Fang: "If you have any problems at that time, go find Brother Li."

He Fang is a very talkative person. He has many friends, has been to many places and has broad knowledge.

Song Yan found it very interesting to chat with him and also learned a lot about this dynasty.

He suddenly remembered something: "By the way, Brother He, do you know watermelon?"

"What watermelon?" He Fang asked in confusion, "I know winter melon and golden melon, but I've never heard of watermelon."

Song Yan could only describe it to him: "The skin of the watermelon is emerald green with many stripes, and the flesh inside is red, juicy and very sweet."

He Fang slapped his thigh suddenly: "Isn't this just a cold melon?"

"Han melon?"

He Fang touched his chin and said, "I have seen them in Guang'an Prefecture before. They are said to be shipped from the Western Regions. They are sold for one or two taels of silver each. Hiss, even if I were sold, I still can't afford to eat them."

Since watermelons are available at this time, it should be okay for him to grow some to eat.

Song Yan had to be so cautious.

After all, he has already planted peppers that have never appeared before, and if he grows more, watermelons that have never appeared before.

I'm afraid he can no longer keep a low profile.

In the feudal era, being too high-profile was not a good thing.

"Why are you asking this?" He Fang said.

Song Yan lied calmly, "I bought a bag of seeds in the county before, and the vendor told me that it was a kind of melon seed. I didn't hear it clearly and thought it was called watermelon, but it turned out to be a winter melon."

He Fang's hand holding the cup trembled, and he said in disbelief: "You have seeds?!"

Song Yan said calmly: "I have already planted it. When it bears fruit, I will give you another one to try."

He Fang was so moved that tears welled up in his eyes, and he quickly held his hand: "Xiao Song, from today on, you are my best brother."

It was almost evening when Song Yan came out of He Fang's shop. She said goodbye to the enthusiastic He Fang and prepared to find something to eat and then go home.

In the bustling streets, the wine curtains outside the restaurant flutter in the wind. This quaint pavilion is located right on the riverside.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the neatly arranged layers of tiles, refracting spots of light like broken gold.

On the second floor, a young man sitting by the window glanced downstairs inadvertently, then raised his eyebrows: "Chang Yu, look, isn't this the little fool?"