Age: My Small World

Chapter 130 Frost
Time slowly approached noon.

Fanjiazhuang.

At this moment, Cheng Xiaoyu was carrying a basket on her back and looking into the distance, hoping to see a figure appear, but every time she looked back she was disappointed.

"Brother Xiaoshan..."

She couldn't wait any longer, so she put the backpack aside and walked twenty miles away.

Just at this moment, the appearance of a figure surprised her greatly.

"Brother Xiaoshan!"

If it’s not Yang Jun, then who else could it be?

After working with Xiao Si to catch the whole wild boar family in the morning, he immediately set out on his return journey.

As for continuing hunting at Haizi Cliff, there is no need for that.

In the short term, Yang Jun no longer lacks anything.

What made him feel a little regretful was that he only had one Xiao Si. If he had two blue wolves, he could have bred them.

"Xiao Yu'er, wait for me here." Yang Jun naturally knew that the little girl was waiting for him.

Cheng Xiaoyu couldn't help but roll her eyes at him: "Brother Xiaoshan, didn't you say you would be back in the evening? But you waited until today. I was about to go look for you."

"Don't do that."

Yang Jun grabbed her arm and warned her, "Don't go in or out of the back mountain by yourself. You must call me."

"Remember?"

"I know, I'm not like you. I'm so bold now."

Watching Yang Jun getting taller and taller, Cheng Xiaoyu couldn't help but have a sense of time slipping away.

The kid from the same village who was originally shorter than me is now this tall.

"Let's go, it's time to go back for lunch."

Although he didn't work in the morning, it didn't affect his meal.

In the village, there are even some people who do nothing all day and still manage to have a bowl of porridge. They are barely surviving and are typical lazy people.

For example, Wang Zhongliu is like this. He doesn't work but still eats and even dares to curse in the streets.

On the way, Cheng Xiaoyu suddenly laughed and said, "By the way, Brother Xiaoshan, I heard from Uncle Qi that the adults in the village seem to be coming back."

Yang Jun felt that this was a rare piece of good news he had ever heard.

But come to think of it, my eldest sister and the others have all become regular employees, so it’s time for everyone who went to help to go home.

The winter harvest in the village should have begun long ago.

It’s not that Uncle Qi didn’t want to organize people to do it, but there were only a few dozen elderly, weak, women and children left in the village. After finishing their daily chores, they had no extra energy to dig the ground.

It’s different now. As soon as the able-bodied men come back, they will quickly harvest the sweet potatoes and winter wheat, so there may not be too many problems.

Unfortunately, Yang Jun's idea did not go as he wished.

In the following two days, before the strong men from the village came back, they saw frost for several consecutive days.

The ground and the grass were covered with white snow, as if it had started snowing.

Uncle Seven began to sigh.

Because such weather is extremely deadly, sweet potatoes cannot stay in the soil under such freezing conditions and will be rotten sooner or later.

The food situation was already quite urgent, and now the sweet potatoes that have not yet been harvested have become a life-saving straw.

That day, Uncle Fan called everyone to a meeting again.

Under the cold setting sun, there was no more chatter; everyone stuffed their hands into their pockets, reluctant to take them out. Fan Xinhe didn't waste any time and simply announced that starting tomorrow, everyone would collect as much grain as they could.

The key point is that this time everyone is digging in their own land, and the food they dig out belongs to them to eat.

This means the big pot meal is temporarily over.

The villagers were more disappointed than happy.

"Captain, what's going on? Why is the big pot meal cancelled just like that?"

Wang Zhongliu was anxious. Without the big pot meal, everyone had to cook for themselves. That meant he would lose his two free meals every day, and there was no one to cook for him.

Although corn porridge is not as good as rice porridge, it is at least warm in the mouth. If he were to cook it himself, it would be a real pain.

Moreover, I can eat without working, which is a life I never dared to imagine before.

"Wang Zhongliu, get out of my way."

Fan Xinhe had basically no good feelings towards him, and his patience had been exhausted over the years.

"Captain, what's going on? We don't want to eat from the same pot anymore?" Someone also raised the question. Now everyone has no food at home, and even the pots and pans are missing a lot. If they really go back to cook for themselves, it will be difficult to guarantee two meals a day.

"Yes, didn't they say that food would be coming back? If we each contribute a little, we can get through the winter. Then we can harvest the food."

"Bullshit, the wheat hasn't been planted yet. I'm afraid it won't be done in a few days." Someone said impatiently.

Due to the absence of labor, many things have been delayed until now and can no longer wait.

Uncle Fan Qi saw that the place had become noisy, and there was no annoyance in his eyes, but more of sadness.

He didn't explain too much and said directly:
"I won't go into details. Anyway, this is the team's decision. There's still some food in the granary. I'll have Captain Yuan distribute it to everyone later."

Accountant Wang Zhonghui next to him did not refute, but just nodded.

So the meeting turned into a queue to receive food.

Yang Jun kept his eyes fixed on the front and found that the food everyone could get was indeed not much, only about 20 to 30 kilograms of cornmeal. No wonder the big pot meal could not be continued. If he waited for the strong laborers to return to the village, he was afraid that the food here would be eaten up in a few meals. Now he could avoid this situation.

Fortunately, there are still sweet potatoes to be dug. If we dig a thousand kilograms per acre, it will be enough to last until next summer's harvest.

Li Xiaohua, who got the food, also started to worry.

At this time, Yang Jun quietly reminded: "Mom, let's go back quickly and dig out the sweet potatoes tonight."

When the old lady heard this, she was surprised and said:
"Baby, aren't we waiting until tomorrow?"

Yang Jun shook his head. "Mom, starting tomorrow we won't have any communal meals. Do you think some lazy people will steal from the fields? When we wake up tomorrow, I'm sure a lot of food will have been taken."

"They dare!" Li Xiaohua said angrily, but had to admit that what Yang Jun said made sense.

Then she couldn't wait to take her two children home quickly.

On the way, Yang Jun found Cheng Xiaoyu and told her to start working tonight. If she waited a little longer, he might be able to go over and help.

Xiao Yuer naturally believed Yang Jun. Soon, Fan Ping also quickened the pace, pulling Cheng Aimin along with her.

After returning home, the three of them didn't waste any time talking. They picked up their hoes and headed to the fields in the east, carrying backpacks on their backs.

There are quite a few smart people there, and you can meet other people on the way going to the fields together. Everyone tacitly agrees to keep silent.

With the last ray of light, one can see the shadows of people beginning to appear in the fields of Fanjiazhuang.

With one blow of the hoe, Yang Jun felt a slight sense of stability in his hand.

Then he pushed harder again and dug deep into the soil.

After turning it over, several sweet potatoes that were unclear in appearance fell out.

It was getting darker.

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(End of this chapter)