Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Song Yan took a look at the sesame seed buns that Aunt Niu brought back. Each bun was as big as the mouth of a bowl and was sprinkled with sesame seeds. It must have tasted crispy and fragrant.

Although Aunt Niu's family was not wealthy, they would not take his things for free. They would always give him something in return before they felt at ease.

Song Yan didn't feel that the other party was deliberately distant. On the contrary, this kind of give-and-take was a normal relationship.

He never felt embarrassed to ask Erlin to come to his house to "borrow" some onions, ginger and garlic.

"Since there are so many sesame cakes, we don't have to cook at noon. Let's just eat the sesame cakes directly." Song Yan said simply.

Uncle Niu was busy in the inner room. When he heard the noise, he put down the planer in his hand, went out and asked, "Who came just now?"

Aunt Niu said, "It's Erlin, here to deliver something."

Uncle Niu's eyes lit up and he walked out quickly. His movements were so agile that he didn't look like a person with a disability at all.

He asked, "What delicious food are you sending me?"

"Eat, eat, eat. All you know is eating." Aunt Niu said unhappily, "Did you finish the bed Xiao Song asked you to make?"

Uncle Niu rubbed his hands and said dryly, "There's still a little left. I'll go back and make it after I finish eating."

After hearing what he said, Aunt Niu pointed to a bowl of sauce on the table and said, "It's called mushroom sauce, but it smells really good. I can smell that there's meat in it."

At this time, Ah Niu came back carrying a hoe. As soon as he entered the yard, he shouted at the top of his voice: "Mom, I'm hungry. What are we going to eat for lunch?"

"Eat some sesame cakes." Aunt Niu brought out a bowl of sesame cakes.

Aniu had been busy in the fields for the whole morning and was already starving. Without even washing his hands, he picked up a pancake and took a bite.

"It's not delicious."

It was only during the busy farming season every year that his mother would be willing to be so extravagant, for she was worried that he would not have enough to eat and would not have the energy to work in the fields.

"Eat slowly, don't choke." Aunt Niu saw him eating voraciously, so she said, "There's some sauce, Xiao Song made it, you can put some on it."

The mushroom sauce is freshly cooked and is still hot. Spread it on the sesame seed cake and take a big bite. The rich aroma of the sauce swirls on the tip of your tongue.

After swallowing, the unique sauce flavor remains in the mouth, which is very memorable.

Ah Niu opened his eyes wide and said in shock: "This is too delicious."

"Let me try it too." Uncle Niu scooped a large spoonful of mushroom sauce, spread it on the sesame cake, and couldn't wait to eat it.

The mushroom sauce is soft, crispy, salty, spicy and so delicious that you can't help but want to swallow it.

"Xiao Song's cooking skills," Uncle Niu said, and couldn't help but give a thumbs up. "I have lived for decades and have never seen anyone who cooks better than him."

Aunt Niu also nodded while eating, "It's really good. The chefs in other restaurants can't compare to his cooking skills."

"It's full of oil and meat. Xiao Song could have eaten it himself, but he sent us such a big bowl."

She turned to Ah Niu and said, "Go chop another load of firewood tomorrow and send it to Xiao Song's family."

Ah Niu ate ten pancakes in a row and burped: "Mom, I'll save it."

The sesame seed cakes made by Aunt Niu are also very delicious.

After eating two sesame cakes, Song Yan was so full that he didn't want to move anymore. He lay lazily in the rocking chair and soon fell asleep.

In the afternoon, he had nothing to do, so he picked up a dustpan and went to the river to shovel some sand back.

The most suitable soil for growing watermelons is sandy loam, which is loose and breathable while being able to retain water and nutrients.

In fact, as long as the soil has an appropriate pH value and sufficient nutrients, you can successfully grow watermelons even on your balcony at home.

The watermelon seeds had started to germinate two days ago, so it was not wrong for him to tell He Fang yesterday that the watermelons had already been planted.

The sand shoveled from the river was poured directly onto the open space near the window in the yard, and then the sprouted watermelon seedlings were planted.

He also specifically reminded Erlin to remember to water the watermelon seedlings every day.

For the next two days, Song Yan and the twins stayed at home folding gold ingots.

In the past two days, the twins have been in an extremely low mood, and their appetite has also been greatly affected.

Even if Song Yan tried her best, she couldn't get them to eat one more bowl of rice.

This depressed state continued until the Qingming Festival.

During the Qingming Festival, the rain is as fine as silk and the mountains in the distance are shrouded in a veil-like rain mist, appearing and disappearing, just like an ink painting.

Song Yan carried a bamboo basket and walked towards the mountain. Today they were going to pay homage to Song's parents.

The rain was fine and the mountain road became steep and slippery. The twins supported each other and walked slowly forward.

Yaya is still young and caught a cold a few days ago, so we didn't bring her along this time.

After turning a bend and walking straight, you can see two small mounds next to each other in the distance.

When I got closer, I saw two stone tablets standing in front of the tomb.

One is engraved with "The Tomb of Mother He Wanniang" and the other is engraved with "The Tomb of Father Song Yuanshan".

In Song's father's tomb, only his clothes were placed.

The twins knelt in front of the grave, their eyes slightly red, and whispered, "Dad and Mom, we are here to see you."

In just half a month, weeds had grown on the grave. Song Yan bent down and carefully removed the weeds.

After weeding, he placed the offering, a whole chicken, which he asked Aunt Niu to buy.

Incense was lit in front of the grave, followed by the burning of gold ingots.

The wind was a bit strong today, and the gold ingots caught fire several times.

As Song Yan burned the gold ingots, he silently said in his heart: "Song Dad and Song Mom, you must have figured out that I am not your son Song Dashu."

"As for where your son is, I don't know either."

"If you see him in heaven, please teach him a lesson on my behalf."

"Also, please rest assured that I will take good care of your children and will not let them follow the same path as the original plot."

"May your spirits in heaven bless them with all the best."

Song Yan recited many things in his mind, and finally kowtowed deeply in front of the grave.

As the rain got heavier, the half-burned gold ingots were soaked by the rain.

Worried that the twins would catch a cold after being caught in the rain, Song Yan said, "We should go back."

Erlin's voice was slightly hoarse: "Don't worry, Dad and Mom, we are all fine with Big Brother here. Little Sister is also fine. I will bring her to see you next time."

Erya was reluctant to leave, she burst into tears and her tears flowed down with the rain.

"Mom, I miss you so much!"

"Dad, please come back soon--"

A cold wind blew by, and the gold ingots scattered in front of the grave were picked up by the wind. They fluttered in the wind like light golden paper butterflies, drifting farther and farther away until they disappeared from sight.

It seemed as if it was flying to a distant place with unfulfilled wishes.

Tens of thousands of miles away, on the vast grassland.

A group of Hu people rode on majestic horses, talking in gibberish, and their occasional laughter echoed across the open grassland.

Behind the cavalry was a group of prisoners dragging their tired figures.

Their footsteps were heavy; days and nights of trekking had left blisters on the soles of their feet. Hunger and thirst tortured them, making their steps heavier and heavier. Some people began to feel unable to keep up and gradually fell behind.

"Go faster!" The sound of a whip broke the silence, and the whip mercilessly fell on the back of a person at the end of the team, instantly tearing his skin and flesh, and blood splattering everywhere.

The person being whipped let out a shrill scream, his body swayed, and finally he fell to the ground powerlessly.

The prisoner lay face down on the ground, unresponsive for a long moment.

"Stop pretending to be dead, get up quickly." The man walked over, swung the whip, and whipped him again.

The person lying on the ground was motionless, and even his breathing became weak. There was only exhalation but no inhalation.

Among the many captives, a burly man clenched his fists and was about to take a step forward, but his companion next to him held his shoulders.

"Yuanshan, don't be impulsive." The companion whispered, "He is already beyond saving."

"Dead?" After a while, the man kicked the prisoner's head and found that the other party was no longer breathing.

The man called "Yuanshan" slowly loosened his fists. He looked up at the endless grassland and a feeling of sadness surged in his heart.

The road to the royal court is still long, but how many of them can survive in the end?