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

Chapter 92 Enthusiastic Villagers

The villagers all headed south towards the village, where the fields of Chenjia Village were located. The fields of Chenjia Village were all connected, which saved the villagers a lot of trouble.

Before long, the south side of the village was filled with people. Villagers carried farm tools and sat under the trees with acquaintances, chatting and sheltering from the wind.

"Why isn't Daoge'er here yet?"

"Why are you in such a hurry? Brother Dao said he would give us food, so he definitely wouldn't lie to us."

"Yes! Don't you know Dao Ge'er's character? He would never lie to us."

"I just don't know what kind of food Brother Dao will provide for us."

"I wish it were a steamed bun!"

"..."

Under a tree, village chief Chen He also arrived, with his younger brother Chen Qiang and Li Zheng standing beside him.

Li Zheng squinted at the fields that had been neglected for months and were now overgrown with weeds, and frowned, saying, "In this freezing weather, can crops really grow in these fields?"

In fact, Li Zheng was not the only one with this concern. Village chief Chen He and all the villagers were also very worried about this issue. The weather was cold now, and it was impossible to grow crops in the fields. This was a consensus among everyone.

But Chen Dao insisted on planting crops in the field, which made everyone very uneasy. Not being able to grow grain was not a big problem; it would just be a waste of some seeds and effort.

But if Chen Dao refuses to help everyone pay taxes because he can't grow enough grain, then there will be big trouble.

"I can't figure out what Brother Dao is thinking!"

Chen He shook his head, saying uncertainly, "But since Brother Dao is so confident, he must have some method, right?"

"Brother Dao is here!"

Just then, someone shouted, and everyone looked to the north, where they saw Chen Dao's figure appear in the distance. Besides Chen Dao, there were also Chen Cheng, Li Ping, and Ding Xiaohua.

"Why is Daoge'er empty-handed?"

A young man frowned and said that Chen Dao had nothing in his hands, which did not seem like he had brought any food.

Are you blind?!

The young mother slapped his head and scolded, "Didn't you see the wooden buckets Aunt Li was carrying?"

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Li Ping and Ding Xiaohua behind Chen Dao. They saw that both of them had a carrying pole on their shoulders, with two large wooden buckets on each end. Together, they had eight buckets. In addition, Chen Cheng was also carrying two buckets.

Chen Dao squinted at the villagers gathered by the field and realized that he had underestimated the allure of food for them. There were probably no fewer than three hundred villagers gathered by the field at this moment.

Chenjia Village has a total population of only 500, which means that... apart from the elderly who cannot move at home and the young children who cannot work, the whole village has come!

"Aunt Li, let me help you choose."

"Are you tired, Ding girl? Let me help you choose."

"Aunt Li, take a rest for a while. We can handle this job."

"..."

The women enthusiastically stepped forward, took the carrying poles from Li Ping and Ding Xiaohua, and unloaded the wooden buckets filled with food under a tree.

"This amount of grain... I'm afraid it won't be enough for us to eat."

A young man looked at the wooden buckets placed under the tree and said, "More than 300 people, but only 10 buckets, are obviously not enough to feed them."

In addition... the wooden bucket was covered with a piece of cloth, making it difficult for everyone to see what food was inside.

Chen Dao, who was already a ninth-rank martial artist, had extremely sharp hearing. He heard the young man's words and replied, "Don't worry, everyone. I still have some at home. If it's not enough, I can go back and get more!"

After saying that, Chen Dao lifted the cloth covering the wooden bucket, revealing plump, white steamed buns inside.

"Steamed buns! It's actually steamed buns!"

"Brother Dao is so generous! I always knew that helping Brother Dao with his work would never be a bad deal!"

"Steamed buns! Delicious steamed buns!"

"..."

The moment they saw the steamed buns, all the villagers' eyes lit up with longing. Having eaten steamed buns at Chen Dao's house once, they had an endless yearning for their taste.

"Everyone, come and eat!"

Seeing the villagers eager to get started, Chen Dao said, "Cheng-ge, why don't you distribute the steamed buns to everyone?"

"Okay, Brother Dao."

Soon, the villagers lined up on their own, and Chen Cheng began distributing steamed buns to everyone.

These steamed buns were made by Li Ping and Ding Xiaohua in the middle of the night. By then, many of the buns were already a bit cold, but this did not diminish the villagers' eagerness for them.

The villagers who received the steamed buns didn't greedily take more. Instead, they walked to the side, took a bite out of half of the bun, and chewed it while making satisfied noises.

"Delicious! These steamed buns are so delicious! I wish I could eat them every day!"

"Me too!"

"Brother Dao is the best! He treats us to steamed buns all the time!"

"That's right! In this kind of year, only Brother Dao is willing to take out steamed buns for us to eat!"

"..."

Li Zheng, Chen He, and Chen Qiang each took a steamed bun and stood under a tree, eating as they remarked, "Brother Dao is such a kind-hearted person!"

"you do not say!"

While munching on a steamed bun, Chen Qiang nodded and said, "Brother Dao must have seen that the villagers are having a hard time, so he gave us steamed buns under the guise of helping with the work."

Upon hearing this, Li Zheng, Chen He, and the nearby villagers all nodded. Everyone had seen how good Chen Dao was to them, and they remembered Chen Dao's kindness in their hearts.

As for Chen Dao asking them to help with the work... they didn't think there was anything wrong with it at all. Working was just a matter of expending some energy, and energy could be recovered after a good night's sleep, so it was worthless.

"mother."

Seeing that the buns in the ten wooden buckets were gradually running low, Chen Dao said to Li Ping, "Take some people back and bring some more buns back."

Chen Dao's family clearly made more than just these steamed buns. He knew all the villagers were big eaters, so he had informed Li Ping in advance to make more. At this time, there were still quite a few steamed buns at home, but he hadn't brought them all over at once.

"to make!"

Li Ping nodded and was about to go home with Ding Xiaohua when the women who heard the commotion nearby followed them.

"Aunt Li, let me help you."

"I'll come and help too."

"I've already eaten the steamed buns, so I can help now."

"..."

The women warmly surrounded Li Ping and Ding Xiaohua as they walked together toward Chen Dao's house.

Chen Dao watched the villagers eating steamed buns, a complex expression on his face. Whenever he saw the happy expressions on the villagers' faces as they ate the buns, Chen Dao always felt an indescribable sense of accomplishment, a feeling he had never experienced in his previous life.