Sometimes they are sold out in the morning and we continue to steam and sell buns at noon.
The ones Chu Qi bought were probably steamed at noon. Although they were a little cold, they were made with hand-kneaded dough. The buns were fluffy and soft, and a light sweetness could be tasted as you ate them slowly.
It tastes much better than sweet potatoes and bran powder.
Sweet potatoes are not always available and can only be eaten seasonally.
The monarchs of the Qian Dynasty were relatively wise, and every household in the village had their own land to grow food, without having to borrow land from landlords.
Although we have to pay 60% tax every year, we can still survive.
Sweet potatoes are considered a delicacy among the people.
When there is no sweet potato season, people have to eat strange-tasting millet, various bran powders, and white rice, which are not available to ordinary people.
Those are kept for tax purposes.
Only high-ranking officials or landlord families have the ability and assets to purchase rice.
After eating the steamed buns, Chu Qi felt full and drank half a cup of cold water with satisfaction.
——Cold water is water directly drawn from the well.
People don’t have the habit of drinking hot water in this era, because boiling hot water requires firewood, which costs money and has to be used sparingly.
Before going to sleep, Chu Qi carefully put her nine copper coins neatly into the lining of her underwear, and then fell asleep.
In a dream.
Chu Qi opened his eyes and gave a standard greeting to the white-bearded master:
"Master."
The old man nodded and said: "My friend, today we are studying Zeng Guangxian's Essays..."
She didn't know how time passed in the dream, and outside of the dream, Chu Qi was sleeping soundly with her eyes closed.
In just one night, Chu Qi had already studied for twenty-nine days in her dreams.
For the remaining day, the old man let Chu Qi go to sleep as usual.
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