Age: My Small World

Chapter 163 Wreck
"That's enough. That's enough."

Looking at the golden cornmeal, Jin Shunwa's hands were shaking with excitement.

There is still a little savings at home, but there is no place to spend it. There are still some sweet potatoes stored, but we can't eat sweet potatoes all the time. Now we have cornmeal, and we can add some to the sweet potato porridge when cooking, so that we can feel more full.

"This is just one bag. I'll get you some more later. After all, the price of the iron pot is not low, and I can't let you suffer a loss."

"No, no, no, I have the iron ready-made. I don't need any waste materials. I don't need that much. This amount of food is more than enough."

Jin Shunwa was not greedy, he felt that this bag of food was enough.

In other words, people nowadays don't have the idea of doing business, so the iron he picked up was nothing more than something he would use for himself or hand it over. No one thought about making a profit, so it naturally would not be included in the material cost.

Yang Jun shook his head: "That's it. Anyway, I'll send it over when I get more food."

"You don't have to eat it, but Xiaoru still needs to grow. She can't just drink sweet potato porridge all the time, right?"

Having said this, the old man fell silent.

After a long while, he sighed and said, "For the sake of my child, I'll shamelessly accept it."

"Thank you." He didn't even dare to call him young man anymore.

"Haha, this is what should happen. Don't take it to heart."

"Besides, I think Xiaoru is very cute. I hope she can grow up healthily."

"Big brother, will I be as big as you?"

"Yes, as long as Xiaoru is obedient and eats well."

"Well, I'm obedient."

Just talking about eating, she couldn't help licking the corner of her mouth, she was really greedy.

Seeing this, Jin Sunwa also started cooking.

It is a simple porridge made with sweet potatoes and cornmeal, with some wild vegetables in it.

There are quite a lot of shepherd's purse picked from the field in front of the door.

By next year, I'm afraid all the shepherd's purse roots will have been picked.

It seemed that because Yang Jun was there, the old man added a little more cornmeal and cooked the porridge until it was thick enough for chopsticks to stand upright.

Then Jin Ru sensibly brought over a bowl of pickles, which were pickled radishes and looked quite crispy.

Then they persuaded the guests to eat. Yang Jun didn't move, and neither did the grandfather or grandson. Only the little girl kept swallowing her saliva.

After thinking about it, Yang Jun ate half a bowl of thick porridge. The radish was crispy and fragrant, which made him want to pickle some vegetables. After all, he bought so much salt that he could not use it all up in making cured fish.

When he put down his chopsticks, the old man also put down his bowl.

"We can go first."

Xiaoru, who was still eating porridge, immediately put down her bowl and said, "I'll stay at home and be a good boy."

So the two of them went out together.

The place Jin Shunwa mentioned was not too far away, but it was extremely hidden.

The mountain where Jinshui Village is located is another peak of the Dahou Mountain, called Hou Mountain. It is much higher than the Xiaoqian Mountain in Fanjiazhuang and is covered with dense forests.

Coupled with the mud on the road, there was no one on the road. Everyone stayed at home, warming themselves by the fire or chatting.

The remaining snowflakes from yesterday were still melting, bringing the temperature even lower, causing Yang Jun to tighten the scarf around his neck.

Just looking at Mr. Jin next to him wearing only an old coat, he suddenly didn't feel so cold anymore.

Of course, the old man was not wearing just one piece of clothing, but multiple layers of clothes.

They were all old clothes, about three or four pieces, all put on the body, and wrapped tightly with a jacket on the outside. This is how most people resist the cold.

Even decades later, there are still elderly people who like to put layers of clothes on their bodies just to keep warm.

"Go this way." The old man began to lead the way and walked into a remote place, which was not even a road.

Perhaps it was because he accidentally entered the woods like this that he finally found some iron.

Ten minutes later, the two had arrived at a rather remote location. The jungle here was extremely dense, and it would be difficult to get out if you were not careful.

In a relatively open space, half of the steel wing landed and inserted into the ground.

"Grandpa, this isn't just ordinary iron, it must be from an airplane."

Yang Jun could tell at a glance that this might be some wreckage left over from a crashed plane. As for the real remains, they naturally would not be here. They must have been taken away or used for something.

Because no one noticed this small piece for a long time, it remained deep in the hill until Jin Shunwa encountered it.

"I don't know where it came from, but it can definitely be used to reforge things."

Fortunately, today's airplanes are not made of special alloys, otherwise ordinary people would not be able to use the steel if they picked it up, and they would not even be able to melt it.

"I remember you were a stonemason, right? This pot-making job..."

Yang Jun hesitated, wondering if this would be too difficult for the old man.

However, Jin Shunwa shook his head and said, "You're wrong. Besides being a stonemason, I'm also a blacksmith. I taught the blacksmith in our village. It would be perfect if I could borrow his furnace when the time comes."

It turned out that he had already figured out what to do next, so Yang Jun didn't have to worry too much.

He looked carefully at the debris in the small pit and found that although it was small in size, it had a large area. If the pot was made thinner, there would be a chance to get two more.

So he talked to Mr. Jin again and tried to melt all the iron to make a pot. It didn't matter if it was a small one, so that it wouldn't be delayed in use.

"If you put it that way, I know what I'm going to do. When the time comes, two of us will fight the smaller one, and one will fight the bigger one."

"Yes, yes, that's what I mean."

After Yang Jun finished speaking, he reached directly into the pit.

"Wait, wrap your hands with this first, and you can put it inside."

Jin Shunwa took out a sack as prepared.

"That's fine, but it wouldn't be good if someone saw it."

Yang Jun felt that this old man had his own wisdom as he was able to continue working as a stonemason to support his family, and it turned out to be true.

"I'll go with you." The old man said as he was about to take action. There was no reason to let Yang Jun go alone.

But Yang Jun said, "Old man, please move aside. This little thing is really no problem."

He wrapped the iron in a sack and with a sudden effort, a large piece of debris was lifted up.

It looks half a person's height, but weighs only about thirty or forty kilograms.

With another hard hit in the middle, it folded in half, making it easy to stuff into a sack.

"Okay, it's done, let's go back."

The old man was not given the opportunity to do anything, since there wasn’t much stuff anyway.

On the way back, Jin Shunwa frowned and said, "It takes some time to make this iron pot. I estimate it will take about ten days."

"It will be fine in ten days. Just take care of it and don't let anyone know about it."

"I see. I have never leaked anyone's information."

Jin Sunwa knows how to keep secrets.

After returning to the village, Yang Jun said goodbye and left not long after. He still had things to do, and it was already afternoon, so he had to make some delicious food to bring back before going home.

We also have to take a look at Xiaoyuer. She looked silly when she was moving around, but Yang Jun could never forget it and was deeply moved.

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