"Alright, alright," Chen Zhong gently patted Tang Yuxin's little head, then took a small basket and placed four white buns and a plate of pickles inside. He put the basket in front of Tang Yuxin.
"Take it to your dad and second uncle, tell them it's a loan from me."
"Thank you, Grandpa," Tang Yuxin hopped off the stool and picked up the basket. It wasn't too heavy for her to manage. Holding the basket, she walked toward her family fields. Children around four or five years old were a common sight in the village. Unlike later years where children were strictly supervised for fear of cars and bad people, they now ran freely around the village.
Here everyone was familiar and cars were mostly tricycles. Bicycles were in minority, let alone private cars, hence why children were allowed to run freely and adults didn't worry too much.
Tang Yuxin headed to her family's field; it wasn't far. For an adult, it would take about five minutes, but for a child, it might take up to ten.
