In years of famine and drought, their village even rejected fatty meat.

Chapter 93 I can eat 5!

A little over fifteen minutes later, Li Ping and the women from the village returned with a full 20 rice buckets. Looking at the plump steamed buns in the buckets, everyone present couldn't help but salivate.

"The aroma of these steamed buns truly wafts for miles!"

"You bet! It smells amazing! I feel like I could eat five of them."

"Five is too few, I can eat ten!"

"Fifteen of us!"

"..."

While boasting, everyone happily stepped forward to receive their steamed buns, and immediately began to eat them, quickly savoring their sweetness.

"The steamed buns are so delicious, Mom! I want to eat them every day from now on!"

A boy who had just finished eating a steamed bun said to his mother. This boy looked to be only about 14 or 15 years old. In China, at this age, he would be at most a junior high school student, but in Xia Country, he was already one of the important laborers in a family.

"As long as you work hard, Brother Dao will definitely make sure you eat steamed buns every day from now on."

The boy's mother stroked his head and said this, and the people nearby nodded in agreement.

"That's right! With Daoge'er's personality, as long as we work hard, Daoge'er will definitely not treat us unfairly."

"I'm telling you, if anyone slacks off later and makes Brother Dao unhappy, I absolutely won't let them off the hook!"

"That's right! Anyone who dares to slack off shouldn't come back! Eating such good food and still thinking about slacking off, are they even human?"

"..."

About 15 minutes later, the villagers had finished all the steamed buns in the 20 rice buckets. Most of the villagers were full and looked at Chen Dao with enthusiastic eyes.

"Brother Dao, what do you need us to do?"

Upon hearing this question, Chen Dao thought for a moment and said, "I'm going to plant wheat this time. Everyone should know more about farming than I do, so I won't give unsolicited advice. Just follow the old methods!"

Chen Dao only has a superficial understanding of farming, while the villagers present are all experienced farmers. Chen Dao feels very reassured leaving the land to them.

"Since Brother Dao has said so, then I'll take charge!"

Chen He stepped forward and gave instructions: "Everyone, go down to the field, clear away the weeds, then turn the soil over and try to turn it over as quickly as possible before sowing."

Chen He clearly had ample experience in farming and knew the importance of careful preparation before planting. The villagers had no objections to Chen He's instructions. They rolled up their trousers, carried rakes, hoes and other tools on their shoulders, and went down to the fields to work enthusiastically. Even the women and teenagers were no exception and all went down to the fields. At this moment, the field seemed to be filled with a fiery atmosphere.

Chen Dao stood by the field and glanced at the villagers. Seeing that they were working very hard, he felt relieved and then returned home with Chen Cheng, Li Ping, and Ding Xiaohua.

In the front yard, Qiu Jie, Chen Fei, and Xiao Yuan were playing, while in the back yard, Chen Lian and her four friends were busy at work.

Chen Dao didn't disturb them, but instead practiced boxing with Chen Cheng in the front yard.

They took a blood-feathered chicken from the backyard, slaughtered it, and then drank the chicken's blood, practicing the Tiger-Taming Fist as if they had no time to spare.

After punching each other more than ten times, the two shared the chicken and then sat in the yard chatting.

"Brother Dao, I feel like my strength has increased a lot recently," Chen Cheng said.

"is it?"

Chen Dao glanced at Chen Cheng's thick arms, stretched out his hand and said, "Brother Cheng, let's have a strength contest!"

"it is good!"

The increase in strength gave Chen Cheng full confidence. He grabbed Chen Dao's arm and wrestled with him. However, Chen Cheng's face quickly turned red. His strength had indeed increased a lot, but he was still far from catching up with Chen Dao. At this moment, he used all his strength, but he still couldn't budge Chen Dao even a little bit!

"I'm no longer a rice-growing boy."

Chen Cheng released Chen Dao's hand, panting heavily, and said, "Brother Dao, you're too strong! I can't compare to you!"

"Ha ha!"

Chen Dao burst into laughter. Chen Cheng's progress was indeed remarkable; he estimated that Chen Cheng should have at least 150 jin of arm strength by now. However…

Chen Dao's arm strength has now exceeded 300 jin (150 catties), and Chen Cheng is at least half that level.

However, Chen Dao couldn't help but be secretly surprised by Chen Cheng's talent. He had only practiced boxing for a few days, yet Chen Cheng had already gained 50 jin of arm strength, which showed just how strong his talent was.

It's a pity... Chen Cheng was born in the countryside, not in one of those aristocratic families, otherwise he would definitely have been cultivated as a martial arts prodigy!

Chen Dao had heard Li Hu say that many children from large families would start learning martial arts before the age of 10, and they had no shortage of various medicinal herbs and resources for martial arts. Many children from large families could become eighth-rank or even seventh-rank martial artists before the age of 15!

Of course, these are privileges reserved for scions of truly prominent families. Small places like Taiping County cannot cultivate such geniuses.

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As the sun began to set, villagers from Chenjia Village, carrying farm tools, arrived at the edge of the fields. The afternoon air grew colder, yet the villagers' foreheads were covered in fine sweat, and their clothes were soaked through. However, they seemed tireless, chatting with those nearby with smiles on their faces.

"I feel like I have a lot more energy today. This steamed bun is really amazing. It's not only delicious, but it also gives me strength!"

"Yes! I feel the same way. I'm not tired at all from work today!"

"If I could eat steamed buns every day, I wouldn't feel tired no matter how much work I did!"

"I wonder if Brother Dao will give us steamed buns this afternoon?"

"He'll definitely give it to me! Don't you know what kind of person Brother Dao is?"

"..."

With longing in their eyes, the villagers gathered at the edge of the field, each gazing northward, hoping to see Chen Dao soon.

Chen Dao didn't keep them waiting long. Soon, they saw Chen Dao and Li Ping, and their eyes lit up with longing.

"Aunt Li, let me help you choose."

"Cheng-ge, give me the rice bucket! I'll carry it."

"Don't tire yourself out, Ding girl, let me help!"

"..."

One by one, the women rushed forward and took the rice buckets carried by Li Ping, Ding Xiaohua, and Chen Cheng. Then, they worked together to place the rice buckets on an open ground. Immediately afterwards, they eagerly uncovered the cloth covering the rice buckets.

"This smell...it's from steamed buns!"

Chen Gou's eyes lit up. Having eaten steamed buns twice, he was extremely familiar with their smell and could tell at a glance whether they were steamed buns or not.