Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

It was the twelfth month of the lunar calendar and the weather was getting colder.

Song Zhengdu wrote to say that he had arrived in Yong'an Prefecture, Huaizhou, and planned to spend the winter there and continue his studies after the spring.

Song Yan felt a little relieved after reading the letter.

Huaizhou is located in the south of the Yangtze River, has a warm climate, and is cared for by the Zhan family, so Song Zhengdu should be safe there.

Thinking of the Zhan family, Song Yan scratched his nose.

Previously, because of the incident with Little Pomegranate, Song Yan took her anger out on Zhan Qingyue. Now, it was very embarrassing that her own brother had to be taken care of by the Zhan family.

Forget it, I'll give Zhan Qingyue a generous gift later.

Song Yan wrote back, and in addition to reminding Song Zhengdu to be careful, he also specifically asked him to thank the Zhan family on his behalf.

On the Laba Festival, Song Yan specially cooked a big pot of Laba porridge and distributed it to the servants on the farm.

Song Wanzhou also rushed back from the county town, and the brothers and sisters had a rare reunion.

Song Jiaojiao was practicing sword skills in the yard. Each of her moves was extremely fierce. With the surge of sword energy, she even split the falling snowflakes in half.

Song Yan was stunned: "Jiaojiao's swordsmanship...has it improved again?"

Shu Changyu stood in the corridor and said calmly: "An Yi taught well."

Song Yan turned to look at him: "When did you ask An Yi to teach Jiao Jiao? How come I didn't know?"

Shu Changyu raised his eyebrows: "Last month. When we went to the hot spring."

When I went to the hot springs...

Song Yan seemed to remember something, and glared at Shu Changyu angrily, with her ears slightly red.

That time, Shu Changyu tortured him so much that he was almost drowsy. How could he care about anything else?

Shu Changyu curled the corners of his lips slightly, stretched out his hand and pinched Song Yan's burning earlobe: "Don't worry, An Yi knows his limits."

Song Yan slapped his hand away and whispered, "Jiaojiao is still young..."

Shu Changyu did not comment, but his eyes fell on the agile figure in the yard, and a hint of admiration flashed in his eyes.

Song Jiaojiao's talent in martial arts was truly amazing. In just one month, she had already mastered 70% to 80% of the sword techniques of the Dark One Sect.

Given time, it will become a great thing.

In the middle of the twelfth lunar month, Song Yuanshan finally rushed back from Nanyang Prefecture.

The family is reunited and enjoying the occasion.

Song Yuanshan looked more majestic than the last time they met, and his every move and gesture revealed the bearing of a general.

Song Yan quickly asked the servants to prepare hot water and clean clothes, and ordered the kitchen to add more dishes.

Song Yuanshan washed off his tiredness, changed into casual clothes, and looked a lot more energetic.

At the dinner table, Song Yuanshan talked about the recent situation in Nanyang Prefecture.

"Although Prince Zhong returned to his fiefdom, the court was still worried and ordered the Nanyang Guard to take strict precautions." He picked up a piece of bacon with chopsticks and continued, "However, the war in Jizhou has been tense recently, and the court has transferred a lot of troops to the north, so the defense of Nanyang Prefecture has been relaxed."

Song Yan's mind was moved: "How is the war in Jizhou going?"

"It's a stalemate." Song Yuanshan shook his head. "After Prince Chen occupied Zhaoping City, he kept his troops in place. The imperial court sent troops to attack several times but failed to recapture it."

Song Yan nodded thoughtfully.

It seems that King Chen is accumulating strength and waiting for the opportunity.

The imperial court was unable to capture the city for a long time, and the morale of the army was inevitably affected.

This situation is indeed unfavorable for Conrad.

The twenty-fifth day of the twelfth lunar month.

The Niu family slaughtered a pig.

Song Yan held a bowl of greasy pig-killing dish and ate it with relish.

The firewood in the yard crackled, the men sat around the stove drinking and playing finger-guessing games, and the women gathered together chatting and laughing while stuffing sausages.

Song Yan glanced at the crowd of women and found that Niu Axiang was not there. She asked in confusion, "Why didn't Sister Axiang come back?"

Last year, Niu Axiang moved out of the Niu family, bought a piece of land near the school, built two houses, and lived alone with Baoer.

It’s not that the Niu family couldn’t accommodate her and drove her out, but that Niu Axiang felt uncomfortable living alone.

After all, her younger brother is married, and as a divorced sister, she always lives in her parents' home, which is bound to cause gossip.

Although Aunt Niu was reluctant, she understood her daughter's situation and let her move out.

The Niu family also paid most of the money for Niu Axiang to build her house.

Mei Niang was a kind-hearted girl. When she learned that her parents-in-law were going to give money to her elder sister-in-law to build a house, she took out her own dowry to make up the difference without saying a word.

How could Niu Axiang accept her brother's wife's dowry? She refused to accept it no matter what. In the end, Aunt Niu made the decision and only accepted a small gift from her son and daughter-in-law, and the rest was paid by the old couple.

Now Niu Axiang works in a cooperative and earns a lot of money every month, enough for her and Baoer to live on.

When Aunt Niu heard Song Yan's question, she sighed and said, "Bao'er caught a cold a few days ago, and Ah Xiang is taking care of her."

Song Yan put down the bowl and said, "Is it serious? Do you want to see a doctor?"

"It's okay, I'm almost well now." Aunt Niu waved her hand, "I just still have a cough, I'll be fine after a few days of rest."

Song Yan nodded, but took note of this in her heart and planned to ask An Liu to send some medicinal herbs over.

"Xiao Song," Aunt Niu suddenly came over and lowered her voice, "Er Ya, has any boy you like recently?"

Song Yan almost choked on the butchered pig dish in her mouth and waved her hands quickly: "Aunt, I really don't know about this. Erya is very opinionated now, I can't control her."

Aunt Niu rolled her eyes at him and said, "How come you, as the eldest brother, don't care at all?"

Song Yan laughed dryly and quickly changed the subject: "Aunt, this sausage is really well stuffed. Can you save two for me later?"

Aunt Niu slapped him in annoyance: "You can't miss it!"

After a lively pig-killing meal, Song Yan took a full bowl of food, put on some oil on her feet, and slipped away.

Song's father was left to face Aunt Niu's interrogation.

After a while, Song Yuanshan returned home with a heavy face. Seeing Song Yan lying leisurely in a rocking chair basking in the sun, he pointed his finger and said, "You run fast, kid."

Song Yan chuckled.

On the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month, New Year gifts from relatives and friends were delivered to the farm one after another. Lin Yifeng, who was far away in the capital, did not forget to send New Year gifts this year.

These days Song Yan has been busy receiving New Year gifts.

"Brother He, take care." Song Yan personally saw He Fang out.

In recent years, the relationship between Song Yan and He Fang has not been as good as before.

Since Song Yan's business grew bigger, he spent most of his time traveling between the provincial capital and the county town, so naturally he had less contact with He Fang.

But every New Year, Song Yan would still prepare a generous gift and ask someone to send it to the He family.

He Fang will also prepare a return gift and visit to express his gratitude.

But inevitably, the two of them became more estranged.

Although Song Yan felt regretful, she also understood that this was human nature.

"Just drop you off here. It's cold, you should go back to the house." He Fang stood beside the donkey cart and waved at Song Yan.

"Be careful on the road."