Chapitre 117: Chapter 119 What are you doing

"Thank you," Tang Zhijun took the bowl and began to drink heartily. After finishing, he wiped his mouth, ready to get back to work, hoping to plow the entire field today. By tomorrow, he could plant the seeds and once they were watered, there wouldn't be much left to do. If he were to delay it any further, the seeds wouldn't make it into the ground in time and rainfall would mean an extra few days of waiting which was too late.

"Brother Tang, eat something," a woman offered.

She pulled out a steamed white bun from the basket. It looked good and round, and of course, everything made from white flour tasted good.

People's lives had improved somewhat, they weren't as deprived as they used to be. Having white flour wasn't that rare anymore, though not many people could make buns that looked this good.