Age: My Small World

Chapter 316 Fulfilling the Promise
The heavy snow finally fell, and countless people went out of their homes to feel the long-lost winter snow.

For Fanjiazhuang, where it rains only once every few months, this snow is more like a blessing after a long drought.

"Mom, I have to go out today. You and Second Sister don't have to wait for me for lunch."

Yang Jun looked up at the sky and somehow thought of the little girl.

He had promised to go back, but he didn't want to see both the big and small ones frozen to death when he returned.

So today, he planned to go to Santou Mountain.

"Be careful, it's snowing." Li Xiaohua said worriedly.

"Haha, I'm wearing this cotton-padded jacket you made for me. It keeps me warm and I won't get cold."

Yang Jun answered the question irrelevantly.

Fortunately, Li Xiaohua knew that he often had to go out, so she got used to it.

After giving two more instructions, Yang Jun was able to escape.

Santou Mountain is actually closer to Mount Tai, and is a place similar to the back mountain of Fanjiazhuang, where even wild animals roam.

Yang Jun stayed here for a while and witnessed wild boars destroying crops, but unfortunately he failed to catch them.

This time, I rode all the way to the foot of the mountain before putting the bike away.

When he looked up again, he looked at the scenery with a different mood.

Between the snow-covered mountains and forests, you can vaguely see lush vegetation, and there should be clusters of wild vegetables. So, apart from the lack of water, the people on Santou Mountain are not afraid of temporary food shortages, because at least they can have wild vegetables to sustain themselves.

The road up the mountain turned white and was covered with snow.

When he stepped on it, clear footprints were left behind, spreading from the bottom to the top of the mountain.

The mountain road is full of twists and turns. Just walking up this road is enough for an ordinary person to gasp for breath, but Yang Jun didn't sweat at all.

He loosened the scarf around his neck. He had been wearing this gift from his elder sister for more than a year, and it was still as good as new. He had kept it very well.

When he arrived at the entrance of Santoushan Brigade Village, several children playing in the snow discovered him as a stranger.

But after taking a few glances, my eyes couldn't help but feel familiar.

Among the students who came up, Yang Jun was unique. His fair skin made him look more like a city dweller from a big city, so he was very memorable.

"You... aren't you that so-and-so, the one who lives at Xiaocao's house? Why are you here again?"

A child asked boldly.

Yang Jun smiled, squatted down and looked at him and said, "You still recognize me? You can call me Brother Xiaoshan. I came to see Xiaocao. Do you know if she is home?"

The child sniffed and a shy expression suddenly appeared on his red face. After all, talking to strangers is a test for a child's psychology.

"I...I just knew Xiaocao went to pick wild vegetables, and she even said she wanted to use the pot to collect snow."

Yang Jun frowned: "Collecting snow?"

"Snow is water. We collect it at home."

He immediately understood that the villagers on Santou Mountain were boiling snow to melt water.

There is already a shortage of water on Santou Mountain. In the past few months, the village wells are probably almost dry. We have no choice but to use melted snow for water, otherwise we have to go down the mountain to fetch water, which is too much work.

Or you can go deep into Santou Mountain to look for water. This forest is usually lush and green, so there is definitely no shortage of water.

But the forest is very dangerous and it is not that simple.

Before leaving, Yang Jun stuffed a few candies into the child's mouth, which made the little guy smile brightly. He turned around and shared the candies with a few friends, showing that he knew how to share. Yang Jun headed towards the house in the village that he remembered. On the way, he met some familiar villagers. They were a little surprised to see him. After a simple greeting, they didn't say much.

In other words, he was a familiar figure, and had once been the subject of nagging in every household here, so he could walk around unimpeded. If he were a stranger, he would have been arrested and interrogated by the militia by now.

When he arrived at Niu Xiaocao's house, Yang Jun found that the house was becoming more and more dilapidated, and the clay was about to fall off the bamboo strips.

The house is made of wood and bamboo strips, with a wooden frame and bamboo walls. It looks simple, but it is strong and durable, and has not decayed for at least decades.

However, due to years of disrepair, the roof was leaking and some bamboo strips were broken, causing rain and wind to leak into the house.

If he hadn't helped to renovate the roof and walls of the house when he lived here before, the house would probably be even colder this winter.

After waiting for a while, the door was opened and it was Xiaocao's grandmother.

Although the old man's eyesight was not good, he could still see such a big person standing in front of his house, so he walked out to see who it was and ask what was the matter.

The guy I saw was the same guy from before.

Her dim eyes suddenly brightened a lot.

"Baby, why are you here? Come in quickly."

A smile suddenly appeared on the wrinkled cheeks, and the kind look made people feel warm.

"Grandma, I came here specially to see you and Xiaocao. Is everything okay at home?"

Yang Jun stepped forward, supported the old man, and entered the house.

"Okay, you're fine."

In response to his question, the old man answered.

However, Yang Jun unconsciously looked at the old woman and found that her spirit was no longer as good as it was a year ago, and she became more hunched.

Last time, there was still a hint of the aroma of rice at home, but this time there was only the air conditioning.

He didn't even feel a trace of anger. Perhaps the old man and Niu Xiaocao didn't usually light a fire to keep warm.

The two, one big and one small, depend on each other for survival. There is limited things they can do on weekdays. Naturally, the firewood they collect is used for cooking, and they are reluctant to use it at other times.

There is only an old quilt on the kang at home. It looks very thick, but in fact it has poor warmth retention effect. It is just stuffed with some tattered cloth strips.

"Sit down, kid. I'll light the fire first."

The old man looked angry, but he was still energetic when he was busy, which made Yang Jun relax a lot.

He stood up and said, "Grandma, I still have something outside that I haven't brought in yet. Please wait a moment."

He did bring a lot of things into the village and did not take them out from the small world temporarily.

The old man thought he was making an excuse to go back, and he could only stare at the creaking door in silence.

It was not until Yang Jun came into the house carrying two large bags that the old man realized that he had really gone out to get something.

"Grandma, I brought something for you and Xiaocao. I'll open it when Xiaocao comes back."

It was obvious that the bag was filled with a lot of things, and grandma quickly tried to stop it.

"Son, don't take anything from our house. We can't take it."

"Grandma, this isn't much, and it's not worth much. I took it up the mountain with great difficulty, so how can I take it back? It would be so tiring to go down the mountain."

He pretended to be very tired and rubbed his feet, which made the old man feel guilty.

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