The city was a place akin to heaven in the villagers' eyes.
In earlier years, it was said that not only did no family in the city go hungry, but they all ate fine grains.
However, in the past two years, as food production increased, there were fewer families in the village who really couldn't afford their meals.
Yet for the people of Daye Village, the city was still a coveted place.
If a family had a relative in the city, it would come up in conversation within three sentences.
Yue Qingqing and two others had arranged to meet the donkey cart that was going to the city to sell goods early.
Sitting in the cart, they felt the bumpy country road.
The smell wasn't very pleasant either.
But none of them had any complaints; they were all thinking about what they would do once they got to the city.
Yue Xiaofang clutched the cloth bag tightly, which contained her few days of harvest. Although it looked pretty good, it still made her uneasy.