Age: My Small World

Chapter 191 The New Year is approaching
"Well, let's finish our meal first."

Chen Huiling interrupted the two people who were still pushing each other.

After dinner, Yang Jun finally lived alone in Jiang Xueying's room, and she naturally rested with her mother.

Not much happened, only peace slowly passed through the night.

The next day, the two of them copied books as usual.

It was not until the afternoon that he finally finished copying, and Yang Jun said goodbye and left.

Today is almost the time I agreed to meet with Mr. Jin. I have to go get the pot so that I can go home and cook a good meal for my mother and second sister.

"Yang Jun, I'll write to you next time."

Jiang Xueying waved to him, her cheeks flushed like snow.

Frozen.

"Don't bother. I'll be in town more often soon, so I'll definitely come by then."

However, Jiang Xueying smiled and said, "But I just want to write a letter."

"Remember to reply."

"Okay." Yang Jun shook his head but still responded.

After leaving the city and riding a bike, it took a very short time to reach Jinshui Village.

Mr. Jin had already packed it and was waiting for him to come and get it, so nothing unexpected happened.

"I calculated correctly. There's just enough iron here to make three pots."

The old man showed a toothless smile and handed the three iron pots to Yang Jun one by one.

Finally, he took out another iron shovel as if by magic.

"This pot is made of solid porcelain, so it needs a solid shovel. I melted all the leftover iron and made this one. It's a good match."

"How can this be possible? I can't ask for it for nothing."

Yang Jun also liked the spatula very much and wanted to pay for it, but was rejected by Mr. Jin.

He pointed at the food that Yang Jun brought with him at the door, and tears almost flashed in his eyes.

His voice staggered slightly as he continued, "You, kid, have saved my life by bringing me these grains. What's a spatula to me?"

"Just think of it as a gift from my granddaughter. She loves you so much and keeps talking about you all the time."

As he spoke, little Jinru looked over timidly, but when she noticed that Yang Jun was looking at her, she shyly turned away, just like a little adult.

This time, Yang Jun didn't refuse and reached out to stuff another handful of candy into Xiao Jinru's mouth.

"Then I'll accept your gift. These candies are a return gift. Remember to eat them slowly."

Jin Ru was bolder now. She turned around and looked directly at Yang Jun and said, "Brother, I only eat one a day."

"Good job, good girl." He was just worried that she would get cavities if she ate too fast, nothing else.

Seeing this scene, the old man couldn't help but feel comforted, and then he couldn't help but think: It would be great if this kid was really Xiaoru's brother.

Taking three iron pots and a spatula, Yang Jun said goodbye and left.

This time he sent a lot of food to the grandfather and grandson, enough to offset these things.

Naturally, when he got to a place where no one was around, he threw the pot and spatula into the space.

Instead of rushing home, he first followed the others into the small world and started a fire with dry wood.

Then put the pot on the previously stacked stove and start to cook.

This is a necessary step to open the pot.

There are still impurities left in the pot after it has been cooked, which cannot be seen on the surface. However, it is definitely unhygienic to use it to cook without opening the pot.

Opening the pot is not just about removing impurities, it can also add a layer of protective film to the new pot and increase the service life of the pot.

If he takes it home, his mother will definitely not be willing to use oil to cook, so he has to do things in advance.

It was a full hour later that he reappeared on the road to Fanjiazhuang.

Yang Jun came back carrying a pot, which immediately alarmed his mother who was making shoe soles at home.

"Xiaoshan, why did you bring back a pot?" Li Xiaohua touched the new pot and immediately liked it.

But when she thought of the price of the iron pot, she couldn't help but feel heartbroken.

"Mom, we have no more pots at home. I must find a way. I can't always cook in a clay pot."

As he spoke, he put aside the ingredients he had brought back.

He pursed his lips and said, "A casserole can't do these things."

As the chickens and rabbits grew bigger, Yang Jun finally had an excuse to take them out and taste them.

The King Cobra and Xiao Si in the small world have not tasted it yet, so he has to be the first to try it.

What do poultry fed with spiritual water taste like?
At dinner, just by smelling the smell, he roughly knew the answer.

"Xiaoshan, did you really kill this rabbit?"

The second sister picked up a piece of stewed rabbit meat and wanted to catch it with her hands, but was afraid of the heat.

Originally, Yang Jun wanted to make spicy chicken and fried rabbit cubes, but my mother refused.

If you cook the soup, you can also eat it with porridge, which is more nutritious and goes well with porridge, which is much better than stir-frying with chili.

But this is also related to the fact that local people don’t like spicy food.

"Then who else beat it? My uncle can't possibly give me another one." Yang Jun spread his hands.

"Then my aunt will have a big objection." Yang Yumei curled her lips.

Li Xiaohua looked at the two of them with a smile, and then picked up a rabbit leg for each of them.

"Hurry up and eat the meat first, then you can have the rice and soup."

I only made rabbit meat today, and the chicken will be prepared tomorrow, so I can’t eat it all at once.

"I understand, mother. You can eat too."

This time, Li Xiaohua did not ask Yang Jun too much about the chickens and rabbits, which meant that she had gradually come to believe that Yang Jun could do things well and no longer needed her to worry about it.

Time passes in such ordinary yet fulfilling days.

Sometimes Yang Jun went into the city to learn the Eight Steps and Thirteen Knives, then went to see teachers Jiang Xueying and Wei Ran, and sometimes he accompanied Cheng Xiaoyu to catch rabbits.

In the blink of an eye, it is almost the end of the year.

The New Year atmosphere is getting stronger and stronger, which also means that the year is about to pass.

For many people, 1958 was a time of both happiness and tears.

The happiness was naturally due to the big pot meal. Everyone had countless foods to eat and drink freely. It was like living in heaven for two months.

I wanted to cry because the big pot meal suddenly stopped, and everyone's life standards were lowered a lot, making it a little difficult.

But no matter what, this year has finally passed safely, and everyone is looking forward to the arrival of next year.

On this day of the New Year.

Yang Jun thought about it and went back to the city.

Then he went straight to Mr. Hu's house.

In the yard, Mr. Hu was rocking comfortably on a recliner at the door. There was a stove next to him so he could warm himself at any time and would not get cold.

He was not surprised at all to see Yang Jun coming.

He casually asked, "Today is not the day for sword training, why are you here?"

Yang Jun said, "Master, I have learned all your thirteen sword techniques and will never forget them. I have something else to ask you today."

Mr. Hu seemed to have only heard him say that he had learned the sword technique, and couldn't help but ask, "So fast?"

"It's all because of my master's good teaching. I have a good memory, so I'm sure I can learn it quickly."

"If you have something to say, just say it. Don't be vague."

Mr. Hu fanned himself with a palm-leaf fan and instantly regained some of his dignity.

Yang Jun did not hesitate and said, "It's the end of the year, and I thought of inviting you to my home for a simple meal."

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