"No matter what, we can understand, After all you have enough people of your own..." sighed Bai Chunsheng.
"After the festival, perhaps the bakery at home will continue. But I think, our Feng City is not far from the border, and the Tartars come over to harass every winter and spring. If we only have the ability to make money, but not the ability to save our lives, what is the use?" Lin Ziyin said with a sigh.
"Ziyin, we're all country folk, our ancestors came to Feng city. By our generation, it's already countless generations. We don't understand the grand principle, but we know how our lives should be, we will stay on the straight and narrow, you can rest assured, auntie can swear using the lives of the Bai Family, we will never reveal the secrets of your bakery, even if we no longer do this work, we won't be talkative once we leave." Auntie Bai said bitterly.