After eating the baked sweet potatoes, Zhao Yanzi was full. She placed the two remaining ones on the roadside for the lucky person who would walk by.
It was already about four in the afternoon. The cooking smokes were beginning to float up from the village homes, and the farmers who had been working in the fields all day were on their way back with their tools on their shoulders.
Hao Ren and Zhao Yanzi also turned around and went back. Now with her belly full, Zhao Yanzi was energetic again, looking around interestedly. Some kids ran around her for a while before running away, singing. During all this time, she was oblivious to the black stains at the corners of her lips.
"That Zeng Yitao, what level is he on now?" Halfway across the village, Hao Ren asked Zhao Yanzi.
"I suppose he reached Zhen-level about a year or half a year ago," Zhao Yanzi said distractedly.