Age: My Small World

Chapter 116 Bamboo House
Monday, October 20th.

Yang Jun was preparing to go to the county town that day.

As he walked past the fields to the east, he noticed a figure carrying manure.

Wang Yilong honestly did his job of carrying manure and did not say anything harsh to Erlangzi.

But when he saw Yang Jun, his eyes couldn't help but avoid him, and he quickly left with his load on his shoulder.

"Wait until Brother Yicheng and my father come back, then we can cause trouble for him." It turned out that he was not stupid. He knew that the Wang family was not in an advantageous position now, so he hid any resentment in his heart.

Yang Jun had no intention of relaxing. Seeing Wang Yilong's eyes at this time, he became even more alert.

"There's no such thing as a thief who steals for a thousand days. I'll find a chance to break his legs someday."

He would never allow anyone to threaten those around him.

But this matter needs to be planned carefully, and no one else can find out that I did it. It would be best if even Wang Yilong doesn't notice.

Then Yang Jun continued to head towards the county town.

After leaving the village, I naturally put the bicycle out.

Once the 28-inch bicycle is lifted, even potholes can hardly block the track of the wheels.

After that, you just need to put it in the space to remove the mud, and it will look brand new again.

After arriving in the county town, Yang Jun found that everyone's appearance had changed, and many people were much more nervous.

More importantly, Sanlixiang is becoming lively again.

He had no intention of heading to the Dark Market.

The production team was reorganized some time ago, and a lot of resources were used up on food and drink. Now everyone doesn’t have anything good in their hands, and it will take some time to recover.

I went straight to Nanying Lane and found that Mr. Hu was at home.

You have to know that it was morning now. If he was really a regular employee of the supply and marketing cooperative, he would definitely have gone to work.

"Master, I'm here."

Yang Jun walked into the house carrying a bag.

"Did you bring the things?"

Mr. Hu saw him in advance, but he didn't get up and just lay on the lounge chair under the persimmon tree whose leaves were gradually becoming sparse.

She was covered with the cotton-padded jacket given by Yang Jun, which fit her well.

Yang Jun stepped forward and handed over another bundle of banknotes, then chuckled and said, "Master, can you give me that?"

Mr. Hu was too lazy to stand up and check the amount of rice and money. After taking it, he took out the piece of mutton-fat jade from his pocket and handed it to him.

"Take it."

"I really don't know why you would spend money on this kind of thing. You can't eat it." The old man shook his head and sighed, feeling quite distressed about the bag of rice and money.

"That's not necessarily true. I make a living from it."

Yang Jun happily put away the jade, and actually went directly to the small world.

After some absorption, the spiritual water gradually appeared on the stone platform.

He didn't keep paying attention to him, but turned to look at Mr. Hu.

"Master, what's going on in the city these days?"

"What else can I do? I'm short of food."

The old man curled his lips.

"It's not that we're starving, but it's true that life has become tight. We can't see any improvement. We'll have to wait until next year."

Yang Jun was silent for a moment, then took out another bag and handed it to Mr. Hu.

"Master, please cook today. I want to have a bowl of noodles with soybean paste."

As he spoke, he swallowed.

Mr. Hu's cooking skills were average, but his fried noodles with soybean paste were truly exceptional. He had a fond memory of the taste after having had it once. "You little brat, you think your master is a chef, don't you?"

Mr. Hu took the thing unhappily.

You know what's in it without asking: flour, meat oil, and some bean sprouts.

The old man doesn’t have much food at home, so if he wants to cook for himself, he can only bring ingredients from outside.

While muttering to himself, Mr. Hu had already taken action.

Before Yang Jun could even think of stealing the cooking skills, he turned around and said sternly, "First, stand still for twenty minutes, then do some punches and kicks. Don't be lazy."

Yang Jun withdrew his legs awkwardly and nodded in response, "Yes, Master."

He just stood in horse stance in the yard and observed the space.

The mutton-fat jade that was thrown in just now has been almost absorbed.

This time he carefully observed the changes in the mutton-fat jade before and after, and sure enough, the color of the jade inside became lighter, and the jade texture became rougher.

"So the finer the jade, the more it absorbs."

He had also seen the changes in green jade, but none were as drastic as those in mutton-fat jade.

The green jade could almost be sold for money, but the mutton-fat jade was quite intimidating, so the recycling plan was really ruined.

At the same time, the spiritual water in the stone platform surprised him again and again.

I saw that the spiritual water that originally had about two hundred drops suddenly expanded three times to about eight hundred drops.

This means that the piece of mutton-fat jade brought him a harvest of six hundred drops of spiritual water.

"Now I can farm without any worries."

Yang Jun was overjoyed.

Before there was no spiritual water, he even stopped the supply from the pond and bees, but now he can continue.

Of course, there are also fruit trees, rabbits and chickens.

Today, a fruit forest has gradually grown halfway up the mountain.

There are only three kinds of trees: pear trees, peach trees and persimmon trees, but there are quite a lot of them.

The main reason was that there were many peach trees, so my little cousin gave him all the seeds he had saved, which resulted in a peach forest appearing in the small world.

When the tree is two years old, you can experience the feeling of being a peach blossom fairy.

This gave Yang Jun the urge to build a villa on the top of the mountain.

"If there is a bamboo forest, then we can build a bamboo house. It is much better than a house made of earth and stone, and it is also very light."

The space on the top of the mountain was not very big, and he didn't want to bring in a pile of dirt and rocks to take up the space.

So the bamboo forest seemed to be possible, and Yang Jun immediately took note of it.

This matter has to be dealt with in Dongwang Village. The large bamboo forest there is well-known in the surrounding area. The shoulder pole used by Yang Jun's family to carry water is made of the large bamboo.

After a moment, his attention returned to the outside.

The桩功 has been practiced, and the next is the boxing and leg techniques. You need to concentrate on the moves. Remember not to be distracted, otherwise you will hurt your body and bones if you practice incorrectly.

By the time Mr. Hu came out to call him to eat, a full hour and a half had passed and it was already around one o'clock in the afternoon.

But the appearance of a bowl of noodles with soybean paste makes people feel that everything is worth it.

The ingredients are not too many, just simple meat sauce and bean sprouts. Then mix them with the noodles and stir them together, and you get a bowl of noodles with rich sauce.

When Yang Jun took a bite, he was filled with the sweetness of wheat and the aroma of meat sauce. The noodles were also quite chewy, which made him feel quite satisfied after eating it.

Mr. Hu was also sweating profusely while eating. He slurped the noodles and took bites of garlic, his expression full of enjoyment.

Yang Jun couldn't enjoy the combination of garlic and noodles, and could only silently savor the second-level taste experience.

"What a pity, you can't be considered a northerner at all. In the north, no one eats noodles as elegantly as you do. You have to eat noodles in a sloppy way." The old man said with regret.

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