Age: My Small World

Chapter 266 Carrying Water
The matter of the water cellar is not absolute. It can only be said that Uncle Qi had some foresight, or perhaps it is called preparing for a rainy day.

Then comes the allocation of manpower.

After Yang Jun left his job as a painter, his seventh uncle did not assign him to dig. Instead, he monitored the progress of the water cellar at all times to prevent any mistakes so that he could correct them in time.

The excavation is scheduled to start this weekend, so there is no rush.

After everything was discussed, everyone dispersed.

When I got home, my mother and second sister had already prepared dinner.

I used the bacon he brought to stew a pot of bacon corn porridge, which was quite delicious and went perfectly with pickles.

While eating, Yang Jun asked, "Mom, is it time to harvest our wheat? Will the weather affect the harvest?"

Li Xiaohua often goes to the fields to check on the wheat, so she must know whether the wheat yield will decrease or not.

My mother put the porcelain bowl on the table and said with some worry on her face, "Xiaoshan, the fields are too dry this year. I'm sure there won't be as much wheat as last year."

She then sighed and said, "I'm worried about the corn I just planted. I don't know if it will survive."

"Erniu, tomorrow you and I will go to the river to fetch some water and sprinkle it."

"I understand, Mom." The second sister was eating and could only answer hastily.

After she swallowed a mouthful of porridge, a satisfied smile appeared on her face.

Then he wiped the corner of his mouth casually and said to Yang Jun: "Xiaoshan, you don't know, these past few days my mother has been dragging me to fetch water and water the fields every day, but it won't take long for the water to dry up in the sun, so it's useless."

Yang Jun felt quite helpless, but there was no way he could stop the two from making futile efforts. Everyone was doing the same thing, so he couldn't just ignore it.

Even if there is more food than can be eaten in the small world, the work still needs to continue.

"Let me help you tomorrow. Maybe the corn will sprout after it's gone."

He thought that he would add some spiritual water to the corn seeds tomorrow to give them a greater chance of sprouting and growing healthily.

This way, after we have a harvest, we can also provide some cover for the delicious food at home.

"Hey, I really need your help. The wheat needs to be harvested."

"Okay, then you guys wait until I'm done with get out of class. I'll come back as soon as possible to cut it together. The sun will be setting by then, so it'll be cooler."

I have no objection to this. After all, the amount of wheat in an acre of land is not too much and it won’t affect the child’s studies.

Starting from the next day, after class, Yang Jun turned into a water carrier and wheat harvester.

In just three days, not only was the wheat harvested, but the corn was also secretly nourished with spiritual water, allowing it to sprout successfully.

Looking at the green leaves floating in the wind, Li Xiaohua was so happy that she almost laughed out loud.

In the countryside, the seedlings in the soil are the farmers' children. It is a joy to see them grow smoothly, not to mention that they are related to the family's future food and drink expenses.

But after seeing the harvested wheat, I felt sad again.

“I don’t know if I can still plant in the second half of the year.”

"Don't worry, Mom. I'll fetch water and sprinkle it over the ground before planting. It's sure to survive. The corn is already alive."

Li Xiaohua nodded: "That's right, but you should focus on your studies. We will do the work, so don't be distracted."

"Well, it won't delay anything."

After sending the wheat home, he went to the river to fetch water.

The two black buckets swayed left and right on the shoulder pole, but they could never escape the range of the two hooks.

Yang Jun had just filled up the water bottle when he saw Cheng Xiaoyu had also arrived.

The little girl also carried a shoulder pole on her thin shoulders, and the two buckets filled with water weighed at least sixty or seventy kilograms in total.

"Brother Xiaoshan, are you here to fetch water too?"

She was not afraid of carrying water, but was surprised to meet Yang Jun.

"Xiao Yu'er, with your skinny arms and legs, how can you carry so much water?"

"Okay, let me do it."

He couldn't bear to see the girl working so hard.

"What's the big deal? Brother Xiaoshan, I used to be able to carry more than 100 kilograms of firewood back from the mountains."

Cheng Xiaoyu said proudly. It was only last year, when she was with Yang Jun, that carrying firewood wasn't as hard for her.

In the past, when I was alone, I could only move back slowly.

More than 100 kilograms of firewood actually has to be transported home in three batches.

She was exhausted every time.

Perhaps this is why Cheng Xiaoyu looks so thin.

"I don't care how much you can carry, but as long as I'm here, just let me do the heavy work and don't worry about anything else."

Yang Jun's toughness left the little girl helpless, and she could only watch her bucket being snatched away.

He carried a shoulder pole on each side, more than 100 kilograms of water on his shoulders, but he didn't feel any pressure at all.

For Yang Jun, carrying something of one or two hundred kilograms is no challenge to him.

According to Mr. Hu, the power of his fist has reached the point where it can kill someone with one punch, at least about 600 to 700 kilograms.

"Brother Xiaoshan, slow down."

He walked quickly in front, and the girl followed worriedly behind him.

When we arrived at the edge of the land, the first place we went to was the Cheng family's land.

The cracked land looked extremely dry, and most of the plants in it were dead. There were still some drought-resistant weeds, but they couldn't last long.

It wasn't until Yang Jun sprinkled water into it that it seemed to relax a little.

He simply poured all four buckets of water into it.

"Brother Xiaoshan, how come you even spilled your own water!"

The little fish was so anxious that he kept jumping up and down.

"Xiao Yu'er, how's the harvest at home?"

However, Yang Jun answered the question irrelevantly. He wanted to know how much the Cheng family had gained.

Cheng Xiaoyu's face darkened.

"Compared with last year, it has been reduced by half."

Yang Jun frowned: "So many?"

Xiao Yuer shook his head: "My family is still relatively well off, some families are almost losing everything."

Some people were not diligent in managing the land, and they worked for three days and rested their nets for two days, so naturally they did not take good care of it, and in the end they had almost no wheat harvest.

"Is this little bit of food enough?"

"There are still plenty of sweet potatoes. We can eat them until the second half of the year."

The girl smiled sweetly and said she wasn't too worried.

Wheat is not the main food, and the reduction in harvest does not affect the family's food and clothing.

However, Yang Jun also understood that the Cheng family definitely did not have much food left.

There are definitely still sweet potatoes, but I'm afraid there won't be any cornmeal or anything like that.

Thinking of this, he took the little girl to the river again.

After going back and forth three times, Xiao Yuer said he didn't want him to continue no matter what.

After taking off the bucket and carrying pole, the girl quickly massaged his shoulders, calling it a reward.

"Xiao Yu'er, your reward is a bit too low. Please make it more rewarding."

Yang Jun was struggling, a simple massage wouldn't work, he had to use a lot of force.

"Hehe, I'll pinch you until it hurts."

The little girl refused to give up and started fighting again.

For nearly a month afterwards, Yang Jun was almost completely surrounded by village affairs and had no time to attend Wei Ran's classes, so she had to come to him again.

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