Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

The moonlight poured in through the gaps in the doors and windows, and the thatched cottage seemed to be covered with a layer of silver gauze, making it hazy and exceptionally quiet.

It was quiet and silent late at night. Everyone had fallen asleep, but Song Yan tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

He felt itchy all over his body, as if there were bugs crawling on it, but when he touched it he found nothing. He didn't know if it was an allergy.

The nights in early spring are still a bit cold. The quilt on my body is so thin that I can't feel its weight. Even after sleeping for a long time, my feet are still ice-cold.

Erlin was sleeping soundly next to him. Song Yan didn't want to wake him up, so she could only close her eyes and force herself to count sheep.

One sheep, two sheep...

It was midnight when I fell into a drowsy sleep.

Before dawn, the chickens next door started to crow, and Song Yan covered her ears with her hands.

Ahhhhh!

Song Yan stared at the messy hair with dull eyes. She couldn't live like this for a day!

After a moment of helpless rage, Song Yan pulled her hair and took out toothpaste and toothbrush from the kitchen in the space.

In order to shoot videos, he often flies around the country and stays in hotels most of the time. He is not used to using hotel daily necessities, so there is a cabinet in the kitchen that he uses to store daily necessities.

Of course there are clothes, shoes and socks, but they are not suitable to be worn.

While brushing his teeth, Song Yan still felt a little itchy. He held the toothbrush in his mouth and checked his body. He found several red rashes on his arms and chest. He didn't know what kind of insect bites they were.

Song Yan sighed for a while, then cheered himself up again. While the twins were still asleep, he quickly brushed his teeth and washed his face.

In the early morning, a thin mist covered the entire village. Song Yan looked up at the mountain behind him and an idea came to his mind.

At this time, Erlin also stood up and yawned, "Brother."

"Erlin," Song Yan asked him, "has it rained these days?"

Erlin thought for a moment and said, "It rained a little the day before yesterday."

Song Yan nodded thoughtfully. Since it had rained, it would be easy to deal with. He said, "Brother, let's go to the mountain and pick some mushrooms."

Erlin hesitated to speak: "Brother, be careful."

Song Yan said, "I understand. I'll just walk around below and not go into the mountain."

Erlin sighed and said, "Forget it, I'll go with you."

"You don't have to come with me, I can go by myself." Song Yan quickly refused.

What a joke! If Erlin follows him, how can he take out the half basket of mushrooms?

Erlin became even more worried as he watched Song Yan's receding back.

I’ll tell Erya later not to eat the mushrooms that big brother picked up. What if they are poisonous?

Sometimes people would go up the mountain to chop wood and pick mushrooms, but the only one who dared to go into the mountains to hunt was Song's father.

A few years ago, someone went up the mountain to collect herbs, got lost, and didn't return until evening.

The next day, the village chief called Song's father and a dozen other strong men to look for him.

In the end, only a corpse that had been bitten by wild beasts was found.

From then on, no one except Song's father dared to go into the mountains.

According to Song's father, there are not only wolves in the mountain, but also big beasts that eat people.

The original owner, Song Dashu, grew up listening to stories about his father's hunting. Instead of arousing his inner blood, these stories frightened him so much that he dared not go up the mountain.

Therefore, the original owner had only been to the mountain a few times since he was a child.

As winter turns to spring, the mountain roads are covered with weeds and the bare trees are regaining vitality.

Song Yan slowly climbed up the mountain road. The humidity on the mountain was very high, the soil was a little wet, and the road was very slippery, so Song Yan walked very carefully.

There are not many types of edible mushrooms in spring. Common ones include morels, agaricus, and coprinus comatus.

But it is not so easy to find. Song Yan plans to try his luck first. If he really can't find any, he will take out the mushrooms in the kitchen and pretend that he picked them in the mountains.

Song Yan picked up a dead branch and casually pulled aside the thatch on the roadside, and soon found some plump white mushrooms.

This kind of mushroom is called thatch mushroom. It grows in the thatch on barren slopes or beside piles of rotten weeds. It is an edible mushroom with a very smooth taste.

Song Yan walked and picked up the dead leaves, and found a few morels.

Oh wow, what luck.

Song Yan was so busy picking mushrooms that she didn't know how much time had passed. When she looked up, the sun had already climbed halfway up the mountain.

The golden morning light shines into the forest through the dense branches and leaves, dispelling the thin layer of mist in the forest. Everything is clear, birds sing on the branches, cool breeze blows among the trees, and clear springs flow over the rocks.

Take a deep breath of spring air and you will feel refreshed.

There were too many mushrooms to hold with both hands. Song Yan found a place to sit down, picked a few leaves and made a small basket, which was only the size of two palms, just enough to hold the mushrooms.

Song Yan also picked out a few morels from the kitchen and mixed them with the freshly picked mushrooms, making the small basket full.

Song Yan carried the basket and went down the mountain along the same route she came.

When I got home, the twins had already woken up and there was a fire in the kitchen.

Song Yan put down the basket and said, "Erya, stop working for now. I'll make you three-fresh soup later. Erlin, come here and wash the mushrooms first."

When Erlin came out of the house, he noticed the ugly basket, and then he looked at the mushrooms in the basket.

Erlin nervously picked up the basket and scooped water from the tank to wash the mushrooms.

Identify the mushrooms on your hands while washing them.

In the past, Song's mother often went up the mountain to pick mushrooms. After years of exposure, Erlin could roughly distinguish which mushrooms were edible and which were poisonous.

To Erlin's surprise, there was not a single poisonous mushroom in the basket.

Erlin was mentally prepared to eat poisonous mushrooms and have his whole family lie on the bed.

Thinking of this, Erlin felt a little ashamed. He had misunderstood his elder brother.

Song Yan had no idea of ​​Erlin's thoughts. Even if he knew, he would be speechless for a while. He took out two eggs from his sleeve and said, "Erya, go borrow two cabbages from Aunt Niu. They must be the tenderest."

Erlin saw it with his sharp eyes and was shocked: "Where did the eggs come from!"

Song Yan lied calmly, "I picked it up in the mountains. It's probably a pheasant egg."

Actually, it was the eggs he took out of the refrigerator.

Erlin was half-believing and half-doubting, wondering if his eldest brother had stolen it from someone else's house.

What if the owner came to ask for compensation? Erlin couldn't help but look worried.

Erya didn't care where the eggs came from, as long as she had something to eat, she ran to the Niu family across the street, and soon borrowed two cabbages.

"Here." Erya gave him the cabbage.

Song Yan asked, "She's the youngest, right?"

This person is so annoying.

Erya wanted to glare at him, but she didn't dare. She pouted and said, "She is the youngest."

Not at all.

Song Yan looked at her angry face carefully, and only felt relieved when she saw that her face was not red or swollen. She carried the cabbage into the kitchen and started to make three-fresh soup.

At this time, a fire had been lit on the stove and steam was coming out of the clay pot.

Song Yan cracked the eggs into a bowl, stirred them quickly with chopsticks, and then slowly poured them into boiling water. The egg liquid quickly solidified when it encountered the heat, forming small tender yellow flowers that floated in the water, which was very beautiful.

It would be even better if you had an iron pan at this time. You can fry the eggs in the pan slightly, then pour in boiling water, and you can make a milky white egg soup.

Song Yan thought that when he had money in the future, he would definitely buy an iron pot.

As a food blogger, Song Yan firmly believes that dishes that are not cooked in an iron pan are soulless.