"Brother Zhang!"
At this moment, two women in their twenties, who seemed to have a certain literary air about them, approached from afar.
They were in their youthful prime, fair-skinned, and seemingly out of place in this farmland.
One of the women, with her pants rolled up, was holding a delicate little net bag in her hand.
Zhang Feng glanced at it, spotting an aluminum lunch box inside.
This was something that had to be purchased with industrial coupons.
They were educated youth newly dispatched to the countryside.
"Thank you for helping us water the plants yesterday."
The woman with rolled-up pants handed the lunch box to Zhang Feng, "I heard from the brothers and sisters in the village that you hadn't eaten, so we packed some food and brought it to you."
She then added an extra explanation, "I scrubbed the lunch box clean before I put the food in it; it's very clean."
