Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

"Who were the people who contributed food to our family before? And which families helped with my mother's funeral?" Song Yan asked him.

When Song's mother passed away, the original owner was in the county town and could not come back in time, so the funeral arrangements were all handled by the villagers.

In addition, he also collected food for his children.

No matter what, Song Yan still remembers this kindness in her heart.

Now that he has made money, he has turned a blind eye to the villagers who once helped him, which is heartbreaking.

After hearing this, Erlin was stunned. He didn't expect that half a month had passed and his elder brother still remembered this.

He thought for a moment and said, "Besides the village chief's family, there are Uncle Niu, Uncle Dazhu, and Brother Quanzi..."

Erlin has a good memory, and to this day, he still remembers who helped them.

The things were divided up, with each family getting about 2 taels of fried tofu and half a pound of yuba.

It still seemed a little less, so Song Yan added two more eggs and wrapped it in oil paper.

In total, there were more than ten portions. Except for the village chief's family and Aunt Niu's family, whose gifts were a bit larger, the gifts from other families were the same.

There were too many things to carry with both hands, so I had to take out the backpack that I had just taken off and use it again.

Song Yan carried the backpack and said to Erlin, "You lead the way."

The original owner went out to explore the world when he was a teenager and was not familiar with the people in the village. Except for the village chief and Uncle Dazhu's house, he could hardly remember where other people lived.

The first place we went to was the village chief’s house.

The village chief's house is located in the best location in the village. There are open fields outside the door and a stream in front of the door, making it much more convenient to get water.

As soon as we turned a corner, a large house made of blue bricks and tiles came into view.

Song Yan made two "tsk tsk" sounds, they were indeed the richest family in the village.

The village chief has three sons and one daughter. The eldest son stayed in the village to take care of the fields.

The second son opened a grocery store in the town and married the daughter of the owner of a rice store.

The youngest son studied in a private school in town and passed the examination to become a student a few years ago.

The younger daughter, Zhang Guihua, also got engaged not long ago, and her fiancé is also from the town.

Song Yan took out the gift for the village chief, and then motioned Erlin to knock on the door and call someone.

Erlin went up and knocked on the door: "Grandpa, village chief."

"Who is it?" someone shouted from inside, and then a woman came out to open the door.

The person who came to open the door was Ge, the daughter-in-law of the village chief.

Song Yan called out politely, "Sister-in-law, we are here to see the village chief."

Mrs. Ge looked at the things they were holding and her smile became more genuine: "Come in and sit down."

As soon as I entered the door, I heard the village chief's voice coming from inside the house: "Who's here?"

Ge raised his voice and said, "It's Xiao Song."

The village chief muttered to himself: "Why is that rascal here?"

He immediately got off the bed, walked out in his slippers, and said politely, "Xiao Song, why are you here?"

Song Yan felt that the village chief was distant and perfunctory, but he didn't take it to heart.

You say the village chief is a bad person, but he is not that bad. He is just used to favoring his own family members. However, he is still fair when dealing with conflicts among villagers.

"Nothing else, I just came to see you." Song Yan put the things down, "This is the food I brought back from the county, let you try it."

The village chief sat down and took a sip of tea slowly, without even glancing at the pile of things: "What else did you bring from me? Take it back quickly."

Song Yan smiled and said, "It's not something valuable. The gang leader gave it to me without asking for money."

When he heard the words "gang boss", the village chief's eyebrows twitched and he simply stopped talking.

Song Yan laughed secretly in her heart, then opened the oil paper in front of him and took out the fried tofu and bean curd sheets one by one.

Next came ten eggs and half a box of pastries.

Fortunately, Skinny Monkey sent him a basket of eggs last night, otherwise the eggs he had saved during this period would not be enough to share.

He introduced: "This is fried tofu. You can just fry it and eat it. It's hot, so you can't keep it for too long. You have to eat it tonight."

"This is yuba. You need to soak it in warm water and then stir-fry it. You can also cook it in egg soup. They are all dried and can be kept for a while."

They were all food that the village chief had never seen before. He looked at them twice more unconsciously, but still insisted, "You keep them for yourself, why are you sending them to us?"

Mrs. Ge pricked up her ears in the kitchen and eavesdropped. When she heard what the village chief said, she couldn't help but complain in her heart, "What a mean old man! People even brought the gift to his door specially, but he refused to accept it."

Poor Xiaohao, he has never eaten anything good since he was a child.

The old man is too partial. They are all sons, but the second uncle's family lives a life of luxury in town, while the eldest son's family has to look after the few acres of land and work themselves to death every day.

Mrs. Ge was lost in thought when suddenly her mother-in-law's voice rang out behind her.

"What are you looking at here secretly? Who's coming outside?"

Mrs. Ge said "nothing", then turned her eyes and said, "Mom, Xiao Song is here."

The village head's wife immediately frowned: "What is he doing here? Is he here to borrow food? No, I have to have a good talk with the old man."

"Hey, no, mother, I'm not here to borrow food." Ge quickly stopped her.

The village head's wife was suspicious: "Then what is he doing here?"

"I came to give gifts." Mrs. Ge lowered her voice, "You see, eggs and cakes, I heard they were bought in the county town."

"He is so generous, maybe he wants to ask the old man for a favor." The village chief's wife also eavesdropped.

Then I heard Song Yan's clear voice, as crisp as summer spring water, and every word was like a drop of cool water, refreshing the heart.

"I was not at home some time ago. Thanks to your help, my children would not know what to do."

Erlin also said: "Brother, please accept this gift."

Song Yan said, "It's just a little bit. If you don't take it, who will? Besides, there's still a lot at home. If we don't finish it, it will go bad."

The village chief didn't say anything, obviously agreeing.

Song Yan then changed the subject: "There is one more thing I want to ask you."

When the village chief heard that he had something to ask for, his face instantly fell: "Tell me, what is it?"

Song Yan pretended not to notice the village chief's reluctant expression, and said with an unchanged smile: "It's like this, I have more money recently, so I want to buy two acres of good farmland, but I don't know how to sell it?"

Hearing this, Erlin immediately looked at Song Yan.

The village chief was a little surprised. It had only been a few days and the Song family kid could already afford to buy land. He thought about it and said, "Top-quality land costs six taels, medium-quality land costs four taels, and low-quality land costs two taels."

"It depends on which one you want to buy."

The weather has been good in recent years, and the price of land has also increased significantly.

Song Yan counted the money he had and found that he could only afford to buy two acres of good farmland. After selling the farmland, he would have no extra money. He had to keep some money as a backup in case something happened and he needed money urgently.

"I'll go back and think about it, and I'll tell you when I'm done."

The village chief said: "We have to think about it as soon as possible. We can buy the land now, plow the land, so we can plant seeds and harvest next season."

Song Yan said, "I can save it."

After sitting for a while, they stood up and said goodbye, as they had to go to other houses.

As soon as the two men left, Ge came out of the kitchen, her almond-shaped eyes constantly glancing at the pile of things.

The village chief knew the character of his eldest daughter-in-law, so he said unhappily, "Leave the cakes for me, and take the rest to the kitchen."

Mrs. Ge looked at it with envy, thinking that the old man would definitely wait for the second son and his family to come back before dividing the property.

She looked at the snack box, which was so exquisite and beautiful, and probably worth a lot of money. She said, "Dad, leave this box to me."

It's perfect to put it on the bedside to store some jewelry.

The village head's wife scolded: "You are shallow-skinned, you have never seen good things, right? Go back to your room!"

Mrs. Ge didn't dare to talk back, so she turned around and went back into the house, but she was still feeling angry.

Those two old guys are so partial.