Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Although Erlin said he would think it over carefully, he did not reject the books but carefully put them away.

Song Yan felt dirty as she hadn't taken a shower for two days, so she boiled a pot of water and took a comfortable hot bath.

I haven’t washed my hair for a long time, so I just washed my hair while the hot water was still there.

His hair was too long and dirty, and it still wasn't clean after scrubbing for a long time, so he quietly took out the soap and scrubbed it vigorously, using half a bucket of water to rinse it clean.

After taking a shower, I felt much more relaxed.

While wiping her hair, Song Yan was calculating how much silver she had left to buy a few acres of land.

After a careful calculation, he found that after deducting recent expenses, he only had eleven taels of silver, which was not enough to buy two acres of land.

Two acres of high-quality farmland cost twelve taels of silver.

Damn, he can’t even afford two acres of land.

Thinking about the five taels and two cents he spent on food the day before yesterday, Song Yan had another heart attack.

I shouldn't have tried to brag about it earlier.

Five taels and two cents is almost enough to buy an acre of good farmland.

Song Yan scratched her hair, and the hair that had just been dried became messy again.

With his messy hair, he was lost in thought, and he had to think of a way quickly to see if he could make some quick money.

It was really difficult to make money in ancient times, unless he sold apples.

But he no longer plans to sell the apples, after all, apples are out of season.

The apples taken out of the refrigerator are as fresh as if they were just picked from the tree. If you take the apples out to sell, it might arouse suspicion.

So when Shopkeeper Li asked him if he had any more nianzi, Song Yan answered affirmatively that he had none.

At that time he had not thought about buying the land.

When he gets his dividend next month, he will have a lot more money in his hands.

But if I wait until next month to buy the land, I'm afraid I'll miss the spring plowing season, and it will be difficult to sow if there's too much rain.

No, we still have to buy land.

He gritted his teeth and decided to buy two acres of medium-quality farmland.

In any case, buy the land first, and when you make money later, buy a few acres of good quality land.

Thinking this, I fell asleep in a daze.

When he woke up the next day, he stood in front of the window and stretched, looking outside inadvertently, and then his eyes paused.

Tender green leaf buds emerged from the bare ground. They were the watermelon seeds he had just planted a few days ago.

There are only a few small plants, and if you don't look carefully, you can hardly find them.

Fortunately, I had sharp eyes and saw it.

I haven't been back for just two days, but it's already sprouted.

Thinking that he would be able to eat the watermelons he planted soon, Song Yan suddenly felt in good spirits.

Moving my eyes further forward, I saw sparse new buds appearing in a fenced-off area. At this moment, I couldn't tell what kind of flower it was just by looking at a few young leaves.

"Quack quack—"

The goose strode past him with its head held high, patrolling its territory like a lord.

Since the goose was released yesterday, it has been free-range in the yard, and we built a nest for it near the sheep pen.

When it arrived in an unfamiliar environment, it shook its fur and began to look left and right, not at all panicked.

It is said that geese are very fierce and can peck people. It is very painful to be pecked by them.

Therefore, some families in rural areas raise geese to guard the house.

Of course, this is all what Song Yan heard from others. He himself had never raised geese and didn't know how to raise them, so he just fed them the same way he raised chickens, feeding them some vegetable leaves and leftovers every day.

Although this goose looks ferocious, it doesn't peck people.

If it pecks people, it must be locked up. After all, there are many children in the house and it cannot withstand the pecking.

At this moment, Erya's joyful voice came from outside: "Brother, the goose has laid eggs."

"What a big egg."

Song Yan went out to take a look at the newly laid goose eggs, and they were indeed several sizes larger than ordinary duck eggs.

It's actually laying eggs, so let's just keep it and eat it when it's fatter.

After washing up, Song Yan took the freshly laid goose eggs, cooked a bowl of egg drop soup, and added a few handfuls of noodles.

After eating a bowl of hot egg noodles, Song Yan took the silver and went out to talk to the village chief about buying land.

When we arrived at the village chief's house, his family was having breakfast.

Seeing Song Yan coming, Ge's attitude was more enthusiastic than yesterday.

She smiled and said, "Xiao Song, you're here so early. Have you had breakfast? How about coming and having something to eat?"

Song Yan politely declined: "Thank you, sister-in-law, I've already eaten."

He quickly glanced at the table. The breakfast of the village chief's family was very simple. It was porridge made with brown rice and some green vegetable leaves.

In addition, there was a plate of pickles. With Song Yan's keen eyesight, he could roughly tell that it was radish pickle.

Finally, his gaze fell on the young man standing next to the village chief. He had regular features, dark wheat-colored skin, and wore a silk scarf on his head. His speech and behavior revealed the elegant temperament of a scholar.

If he guessed correctly, this was the village chief's youngest son, Zhang Jiqing.

Song Yan only took a glance and quickly looked away. It was not polite to stare at people all the time.

He said, "Village Chief, I have thought about what I said yesterday."

The village chief gulped down the remaining few mouthfuls of rice, wiped his mouth with his hand, stood up and said to Song Yan: "Let's talk inside."

Song Yan followed him into the house.

When he entered the house, Zhang Jiqing asked in confusion: "Who is this person from? I have never seen him before."

Mrs. Ge quickly replied, "He is Xiao Song, who lives at the end of the village. He is Song Yuanshan's eldest son, Song Dashu."

Hearing this, Zhang Jiqing showed some disgust on his face: "It was him."

After taking a few bites of rice, Zhang Dajiang said casually, "It's normal that you don't recognize him. He has changed a lot recently. He seems to have become a different person. He looks even more handsome."

"If I hadn't seen him occasionally, I would have hardly recognized him."

The village chief's youngest daughter, Zhang Guihua, rolled her eyes and said, "So what if he looks good? He's just a little gangster."

She hated Zhang Erya, and she also disliked Song Yan.

There is not a single good person in the Song family.

"You can't say that." After eating the fried tofu Song Yan sent her last night, Ge thought he was good in every way. "Hasn't he changed his ways?"

Zhang Jiqing said calmly: "Time will tell whether a person has truly changed. We will know in the future."

Mrs. Ge did not notice the disgust in his words, and said happily: "Third brother, you don't know, the fried tofu he sent yesterday tasted so delicious that I could eat three bowls of rice with it."

"If you had come back last night, you would have tasted it too."

Zhang Jiqing didn't care. He returned home because it was his father's 60th birthday tomorrow.

He specially asked for leave from his teacher this morning and rushed back.

Inside the room, the village chief sat at the head of the bed, with one leg resting on it: "What grade of land do you want to buy?"

Song Yan answered straightforwardly: "Just buy two acres of medium-sized land."

He had already asked about it when he was chatting with Aunt Niu yesterday.

In fact, the difference between a good field and a medium field lies in the grain yield.

The soil in the best fields is fertile and can produce three stones of grain per acre.

The yield of medium-sized fields is slightly lower, with a little more than two shi of grain per mu.

As for the inferior fields, due to the poor soil quality, only one stone of grain can be produced per acre.

The village chief said, "Then let's write the land deed."

The family that wanted to sell the land was a family in the village. They had moved to the town and had never sold the land, so they entrusted the village chief to rent it out and also entrusted him with all matters related to the sale.

The village chief shouted to the outside of the door: "Ji Qing, come in for a moment."

Zhang Jiqing walked into the room: "Dad, what do you want?"

"Write him a land deed." The village chief pointed at Song Yan and said.

Zhang Jiqing turned his head and glanced at Song Yan lightly.

Song Yan couldn't help but wonder if he had glared at her just now?

He has no grudge against Zhang Jiqing, so it shouldn't be possible. Maybe it's just a matter of angle.

Just as he was thinking this, when Zhang Jiqing turned around to go out to get pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and passed by him, he heard Zhang Jiqing hum softly.