Age: My Small World

Chapter 177 Entering the City Again

The new year has arrived.

The weather was a little gloomy that day, with a few snowflakes floating in the sky, making it not suitable for going out.

Yang Jun, however, was wrapped in a scarf and wearing gloves. After saying goodbye to his mother, he went to the city.

After leaving the village, I naturally took out the 28-inch bicycle and rode it.

"Ding-dang!" The melodious bell sounded far away in the silent air, startling the snowflakes on the treetops by the roadside.

There was a faint fog between the sky and the earth. Yang Jun walked through the fog, leaving a clear wheel track along the way.

If the weather gets better and the frost on the ground disappears, the wheel tracks will disappear.

Now it is covered by slowly falling snowflakes.

"It looks like there's going to be quite a bit of snow this winter. Next year's weather probably won't be too harsh, right?" he thought to himself.

In a blink of an eye, the car was not far from the city and was quickly parked.

Once you enter the main road, there are more people here.

When I deliberately passed by Sanli Lane, I found that many people looked panicked and hurried. They must have come here to look for food, but unfortunately not many people had anything to sell.

Yang Jun thought for a moment, hid in a deserted place, wrapped his head in a cotton coat, and then carried two bags of food to several extremely anxious women.

The situation looks quite tense, and I'm afraid the family has run out of food.

During this period, Yang Jun did not stop growing food, and a lot of food was accumulated in the space. He only took out a very small part of it now. If it could help a few people, that would be great.

Besides, he didn't give it to me for free.

"Hey, do you want some food? I have some here."

Yang Jun deliberately changed his voice and pretended to be an uncle.

Changing the sound is actually quite simple. After mastering martial arts, he can use it with ease, and is no less skilled than ordinary ventriloquist.

The woman's surprise flashed away, and then she asked nervously, "What's the price?"

If it is too expensive, she can't afford it.

Yang Jun waved his hand and said, "I have something urgent to do. So, one pound is ten cents. I have a bag of fifty pounds here, so you can give me five yuan."

What he took out was cornmeal, and now the price in the dark market has risen to 1.2 cents. If it is too low, people will think he is a liar.

Even so, the woman blushed and almost asked him whether it was true or not.

But when Yang Jun opened the door a little, revealing the yellow and white noodles inside, she said nothing more and quickly took out five dollars and handed it to Yang Jun, as if she was afraid that he would go back on his word.

The two men quickly completed the transaction by exchanging money for goods.

Then the woman picked up the bag and left quickly. She didn't look like a woman at all, but more like Lu Zhishen.

"Hey, I'm not going to take it back, so what's there to be afraid of?" But he could understand and just smiled it off.

After performing this operation three or four times in a row, he stopped attacking because no one was in a hurry anymore. At the same time, there was an undercurrent in Sanli Lane, and it seemed that someone was looking for him.

This kind of situation is normal. Who wouldn't want a large amount of cheap food? I guess there are people who want to ask him for the supply.

Yang Jun had no intention of doing this kind of small business, as it would make it easier to expose himself.

He simply went to another place to get his cotton-padded clothes and quickly left Sanli Lane.

After he left, the people who were looking for him in Sanli Lane for a long time didn't see him show up, so they knew that he had disappeared, and many people became very angry.

Among them was Zhou Qiang, whom Yang Jun was familiar with.

He was no longer as anxious as he was when we last met in the provincial capital, but he also looked much more haggard, as if something big had happened during this period.

Not finding anyone to give him food, he just left after a moment of frustration, without any intention of staying any longer.

Nowadays, Sanlixiang sounds like a dark market, but in fact it is almost the same as the open market, and it is not suitable for people like him to stay there.

But no dark market is open in broad daylight. Many dark markets close automatically at dawn.

This also shows that Sanlixiang is gradually becoming brighter, and perhaps it won’t be long before it becomes another market.

Yang Jun held an oil cake in one hand and kept eating until his mouth was full of oil.

He hadn't expected the snacks in the city to recover so quickly. Even though there was a food shortage, they still had fried dough sticks for sale, albeit at a higher price. But how could he possibly be so short of money?

"It's a pity that you need food stamps to buy everything now, otherwise I could buy more and save them."

He sighed again.

Oil cakes also required food coupons. One cake required two taels of food coupons, and was sold for 15 cents each, which was almost as much as a pound of grain. Therefore, not many people ate them, and they had to be made on the spot.

It was morning, so Yang Jun did not go to Jiang Xueying's house immediately, but came to find Mr. Hu first.

Nanying Lane.

Seeing some snowflakes piled up at the door, Yang Jun knew that Mr. Hu probably hadn't gone out much during this period.

I knocked on the door, and after a while, a voice came from inside.

"coming."

The person who opened the door was not Mr. Hu, but Mi Shan, one of the Mi brothers.

"Brother Yang." He greeted him kindly.

Yang Jun frowned.

"Where's Mr. Hu?"

"The old man is sitting by the fire, nothing's wrong."

Knowing that he was worried, Mi Shan didn't care.

Yang Jun relaxed a little, then followed Mi Shan into the house.

The stove that was originally in the small living room was moved in front of the kang, where Mr. Hu Baye and Mi Liang were sitting and warming themselves by the fire.

"Master, you can just warm yourself by the fire without worrying about me dying of anxiety."

"What's the rush? I'm not dead yet."

"Eighth Master, this is not something you can talk about." Mi Shan quickly spat on his behalf.

Mr. Hu laughed and said, "The old man is already this old, it wouldn't be surprising if he really goes to see his ancestors one day."

"I don't think so. It's no problem for you to live to be a hundred years old." Seeing that the two brothers were sitting in front of the kang, Yang Jun had to sit opposite Mr. Hu's kang.

"Then you'll become a hundred-year-old turtle." Mr. Hu's gray beard trembled with laughter.

After a while, they got down to business.

"How's your twelve-link technique going?"

"good."

"Not bad? That means you're very confident."

Seeing his confident look, Mr. Hu stood up immediately.

"Come out and practice with me and you'll know."

He did not continue to roast the fire, as the next step was to test his effectiveness.

In the yard.

The two brothers of the Mi family stood under the eaves, rubbing their hands and watching the two people confronting each other in the field.

I saw that Mr. Hu Baye and Yang Jun were both holding a long stick. The stick was made of heavy wood and looked quite heavy, but it was as steady as Mount Tai in their hands.

Just seeing this scene, Mr. Hu stroked his beard and smiled.

"Okay, you attack first and I'll defend."

Yang Jun's eyes moved: "Then Master, please be careful."

Ever since he learned the twelve-link linkage technique, he has been poking at the air in space, and has never fought against anyone. He is really itching to show off his skills.

Now that he has a master like Mr. Hu to teach him some moves, he naturally won't be polite.

Then a shot was fired straight at it, which is called hitting the dragon directly.

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