"We’ve been trapped in this courtyard for nearly ten days. There’s plenty to eat and drink, but nothing to pass the time, so my mind keeps wandering. What were we doing at this time last year? Is the Lantern Festival coming up soon?" Cheng Dazhuang leaned back against the *kang*, picking his teeth. Suddenly, last year's Spring Festival felt like a distant memory.
Mrs. Zhao, who kept track of the days with a charcoal stick, helped him recall: "In two more days, it will be the Lantern Festival. In past years, we’d always make *tangyuan*. This year, we don’t have any sesame filling prepared, so I’m afraid we won’t be able to have any."
Cheng Dazhuang said, "I remember Little Li planted sesame last year and stored quite a bit of seed. Before the New Year, I even made arrangements with him to save some for us so we could try growing it ourselves."
Chapter 124