Food bloggers made fortunes in ancient times

Shu Changyu crossed his arms and looked at him slowly: "Then you come."

Song Yan looked back provocatively: "Open your eyes and watch carefully."

If I don’t show you my skills, you’d think that I’ve been a food blogger for nothing these years.

Song Yan swiftly grabbed the hatchet, then selected a branch that was about the same thickness as the copper plate, tested its hardness, and found it was strong enough to be used as a drill rod.

Then he sharpened one end of the branch into a pencil-like shape.

Then he picked up a piece of dead wood as thick as a bowl, used it as a base, and dug a small hole in it.

Put some sawdust and dry moss into the hole and start rubbing.

Squatting was a bit tiring, so he sat on the grass and changed into a comfortable sitting position. Then he held the drill rod with both hands and rubbed it quickly.

The rubbing speed must be fast and forceful so that enough heat can be generated through friction.

Seeing Song Yan doing it in a very professional manner, Shu Changyu raised his eyebrows slightly.

The original owner had never done any rough work since childhood, so the skin on the palms of her hands was very delicate.

After rubbing for a while, I felt a slight tingling sensation on the palm of my hand, probably due to skin abrasion.

But he didn't stop. Once he started this work, he couldn't stop. If he stopped, all the previous efforts would be wasted.

He learned how to make fire by rubbing two sticks together thanks to his friends who are food bloggers.

Shortly before his travel, he was signed up by fans to participate in a wilderness survival program.

When Song Yan found out about this, the production crew had already come to him. What could he do? After all, he was the one who doted on his fans, so of course he agreed.

So he was taken to a deserted island and lived there for a week.

He learned how to make fire by rubbing two sticks together on a desert island.

About quarter of an hour later, Song Yan smelled a faint scent of smoke and knew it was successful.

Finally, I rubbed the drill rod quickly and soon saw smoke coming out of the bottom plate.

He stopped, took out the drill rod, looked carefully, and saw sparks coming out of the moss.

Then he blew gently into the small hole until the sparks turned into flames. Song Yan grabbed a handful of hay, put it on top and blew gently again.

The fire was growing bigger and bigger, so he broke off a few thin branches and placed them on top, leaving some space underneath, and then he just had to slowly add wood to the fire.

Don't add too much firewood at once, otherwise it may not burn and may even extinguish the fire from below.

He told Shu Changyu: "You watch the fire, I'll go kill the fish."

He grabbed a silver fish and expertly gutted and scaled it.

Silverfish have internal organs, but they are edible and do not need to be removed specially. Guessing that Shu Changyu would probably dislike it, he deliberately took out the internal organs.

I washed the fish, skewered them with tree branches, and planned to grill them later.

He tried it with a hatchet first, but found that the blade was not sharp enough, and it was difficult to cut fish fillets as thin as paper.

He turned to Shu Changyu and asked, "Can I borrow your dagger?"

Shu Changyu sat a little further away from the fire, supporting his chin with one hand, looking a little bored.

His gaze passed through the dancing flames and fell on the figure by the stream. He was slightly absent-minded, as if he was looking at him, and as if he was looking through him into the distance.

When he heard Song Yan calling him, he came to his senses, took off his dagger and threw it over.

Song Yan hurriedly caught the flying dagger and carefully pulled it out of the scabbard. With a subtle and crisp metallic sound, the blade was exposed to the sunlight, cold and sharp.

Even though he was used to using modern stainless steel knives, he couldn't help but exclaim: "It's a good knife."

In ancient times when technology was not well developed, being able to forge such a sharp dagger was undoubtedly an admirable skill.

No wonder when the Sword of Gou Jian, King of Yue, was unearthed, it amazed countless people.

He added in his heart, "It's still not as good as Jiushao."

He grasped the knife handle and carefully cut open the fish body. The blade was indeed sharp and he easily cut off a piece of fish meat as thin as a butterfly wing.

Then use the washed broad leaves to serve the fish fillets.

It was not until he was preparing the seasoning that he realized what it meant to say, "A good cook cannot cook without rice."

Whether it is grilled or sashimi, the taste will always be bland without seasoning.

He suddenly remembered that it was the time when berries were ripe in the mountains, so he turned to Shu Changyu and asked, "Do you know where I can pick berries?"

Shu Changyu frowned slightly, pondered for a moment, and then replied: "I don't know."

"Forget it, I'll go look for it." Song Yan just finished speaking, and suddenly changed her mind, "No, you go first."

Shu Changyu narrowed his eyes slightly: "You want me to go find it?"

Song Yan clasped his hands together, his eyes full of pleading: "Please, can you go?"

Shu Changyu looked at him quietly for a while, then slowly stood up and walked back along the way they came.

Watching Shu Changyu's figure gradually walking away, he quickly took out a bag of fine salt from the kitchen and lightly sprinkled it on the skewered whitebait.

If Shu Changyu asks, just say that he brought the salt.

His kitchen was filled with fine salt, which could not escape Shu Changyu's eyes.

So sharp.

Song Yan didn't dare to do anything secretly in front of him.

That's why he deliberately sent Shu Changyu away, otherwise he wouldn't be able to get the salt out.

While Shu Changyu was away, he went upstream along the stream, came to a secluded corner, and found a place with fertile soil and flat ground.

He took out the potato pieces that had been rolled in wood ash and carefully buried them in the soil.

I covered it with soil and secretly noted the location. Next time I have the chance to come back, I will dig out the potatoes from the ground.

Just pretend that they are wild potatoes dug from the mountains.

Anyway, no one except him knows that he planted it secretly.

This place is really nice and the scenery is beautiful, but it's a pity that the mountain is high and the road is long and dangerous, otherwise I could bring Erlin and Erya up here for a picnic.

After doing this, he returned to the stream, washed his hands, put the fish on the fire and started roasting.

He turned the fish gently, he turned the fish gently so that every part could be roasted by the fire.

The aroma of grilled fish gradually spread, and the surface of the fish gradually turned golden.

Coincidentally, Shu Changyu came back at this time.

The spring sun is warm, with occasional cool breezes, and the branches of flowers swaying, which is a beautiful sight.

The sea of ​​flowers is extremely beautiful, but in front of the snow-white clothes, they pale in comparison and can only serve as a backdrop like green leaves.

Even though the white clothes were stained with a little dirt, it did not detract from his noble temperament at all, but instead added a few traces of worldly flavor.

Beauty is beautiful, but beauty is poisonous.

Song Yan stole a glance, and pretended to be watching the nose and the heart, and asked casually: "Did you find it?"

Shu Changyu handed him the berries wrapped in leaves and urged him, "Hurry up, I'm hungry."

Song Yan checked the berries he brought back. Most of them were ground berries and mulberries. He didn't recognize the others.

He asked doubtfully, "Can they all be eaten?"

Shu Changyu said succinctly: "I don't know."

Song Yan was speechless: "I don't know if it's edible, so you pick it and bring it back. What if it's poisonous?"

Shu Changyu's narrow eyes were filled with laughter, and he said in a somewhat nonchalant manner, "Then you will be buried with me."

Song Yan said “Pah” twice: “Who wants to be buried with you?”

He picked out the berries that he was not sure were edible, leaving only raspberries and mulberries.

Shu Changyu reached out, grabbed the pile of blue berries and put them into his mouth.

Song Yan stretched out his hand to stop him, but failed. He said with a straight face: "You don't even know if you can eat it, but you still eat it. Aren't you afraid of being poisoned?"

Shu Changyu raised the corner of his lips slightly: "I was kidding, it's edible."

"I ate it before when I came here with my third brother. It's not poisonous."