Age: My Small World

Chapter 38 Oil Cake
Li Xiaohua was ultimately no match for her son, and the grain from the Yang and Cheng families was piled up in one cart.

At dawn, everything should be quiet.

However, at this moment, a horn sounded suddenly in the mountains.

"Oh wow! Oh wow!"

One cart after another rushed to the county town, creating a magnificent scene.

Each man was wearing only half a T-shirt and a gray towel hung around his neck, and he pushed the cart forward while laughing.

Similarly, some women and teenage girls were not to be outdone and pushed with all their might.

If someone runs to the front and looks back, he will see faces full of hope.

From time to time, the Fan and Wang families would have conflicts on the road, but they were stopped by the seventh uncle of the Fan family.

"It's a pity that Yuanjie didn't come back." Yang Jun was a little disappointed when he saw that there was no Fan Yuanjie next to his seventh uncle. It would be difficult for his childhood friend to come back since he went to work.

After all, the steel plant was not located in the county town, but in a village to the west. Naturally, the people in their transport team had to follow them there. Occasionally, he would follow the car back to the county town, and the two of them would not find time to meet.

"Son, why don't you let your second sister push the cart? She's quite strong."

Li Xiaohua couldn't help but speak out.

"Xiaoshan, let me push the cart." Yang Yumei also rolled up her sleeves.

At this time, the only cart left was the one borrowed from Fan Yuanlin's third uncle's house. As for Xiaoyuer's cart, it was too broken to be used.

All the belongings of both families were in the car. I really couldn't bear to see my son pushing his mother alone.

However, Yang Jun looked very relaxed. He smiled and said to his mother who was stabilizing the bicycle frame, "Mom, this road is easy to walk on. I'm not tired either. Don't worry."

"Xiaoshan, why don't you let your aunt come over?" Fan Ping said a little embarrassedly.

"Sister Xiaohua, this is really troublesome." The two women, one on each side, stabilized the food, which actually helped a lot.

"Sister, don't be polite. Xiaoyuer and Xiaoshan are classmates. It's my duty to help them." Li Xiaohua spoke beautifully, but she still felt sorry for her son in her heart.

Later, Yang Yumei realized that her help was not needed, so she gave up the idea for the time being.

"Xiao Yu'er, my brother is so good to you." Her attention fell on Cheng Xiaoyu.

After taking a closer look, I found that Xiaoyuer was just as my mother said, he was too thin.

The little girl hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation yet. She lowered her head and pursed her lips shyly, saying, "Sister Yumei, Brother Xiaoshan... is a good man."

The good guy card these days is extraordinary. Anyway, Yang Yumei understood what this girl was thinking as soon as she saw it.

Thinking of her mother's prejudice, she immediately shook her head. This matter would probably involve a lot of setbacks.

But think about it, I am only in my teens, and I have just started high school. I will go to college in the future, so it is still early, and I don’t have to worry about anything for now.

The two of them actually started chatting and became closer along the way.

The team continued to march north, resting twice along the way, until it was completely light when they arrived at the county grain station.

Since people from several villages came to the city to pay their grain taxes today, you can imagine how bad the road conditions were.

Fortunately, everyone in Fanjiazhuang set out quite early and barely made it into the second column of the team, so they didn't have to wait until the evening or even tomorrow to line up.

Along the way, Yang Jun completely refused help and pushed the car to the destination by himself.

As long as he secretly took a sip of spiritual water from time to time, he didn't even sweat much.

"Fellow villagers, please stop here first. Once the people ahead have finished weighing, it will be your turn."

In front of the team, Uncle Seven's voice came clearly into my ears.

"Uncle Seven, how long do we have to wait? Should we get some waterproof cover for the grain? I'm afraid it's going to rain," said Fan Yuanlin's uncle, worried about the weather. The weather is most unpredictable during the transition between summer and autumn.

If it really rains and soaks the crops, all our work this year will be in vain.

"Yes, Uncle Qi, it's not a big deal to just wait here." Yang Jun said. He thought that he would have to wait in line here for a long time, and he could use this time to go to the small market and take a look. It was just the right opportunity to slip away.

Then he was quickly scolded by Fan Yuanlin: "You kid, I told you to call me Seventh Grandpa. You always take advantage of us Yuan generation."

"My grandfather told me to call you that." Yang Jun shrugged.

When his grandfather first came to Fanjiazhuang, he was of the same generation as the father of his seventh uncle Fan Xinhe, so he called those of the Xin generation "uncle" since he was a child. But later, out of respect for some elders of the Yuan generation who were several dozen years older, he also called them "uncle", and over time, the relationship became confusing.

"Uncle San, let's just talk about our own things." Yang Jun would not be disrespectful to his elders.

"You have no manners at all." Wang Yicheng from the Wang family next to him grumbled, causing Yang Jun to glance at this guy. When did he become enemies with the Wang family?
baffling.

Ignoring him, Yang Jun continued to say to Fan Xinhe: "Seventh Uncle, to prevent any disaster, let's find a place to hide from the rain."

Uncle Qi thought about it and nodded: "Xiaoshan, you are a scholar, I will listen to you."

Yang Jun smiled helplessly. It was obvious that his seventh uncle was just looking for an excuse.

It’s no wonder that the two of them spoke, because the weather today was rather gloomy. Although the sun came out, it was always covered by dark clouds, which made people worry.

"Yuan Lin, come with me."

After Uncle Seven took Uncle Three to do some work, Yang Jun still couldn't slip away.

Because my mother and my two elder sisters were planning to deal with the straw sandals and wild pickles first, and Aunt Fan Ping was doing the same, she also got some things to sell.

Helpless, Yang Jun had to stay with Cheng Xiaoyu to watch the car, and Cheng Aimin naturally followed Aunt Fan.

Xiao Yu'er didn't mind waiting here. After all, she had been to the county town before, so it was no longer new to her.

It was not until noon that the team started moving again.

This time it was to avoid the rain.

What I worried about became a reality and it started raining.

Fortunately, Uncle Seven had found a way to shelter from the rain. After everyone's grain carts were gathered together, a tarpaulin was pulled open to cover them and isolate the rain.

Thanks to his actions, the grain station followed suit and found rain cloths for people in each village, thus avoiding losses.

Some villages have plenty of food, but the tarpaulins are too small, so people stand outside to block the rain. At this time, there is no need to worry about catching a cold. Food is more important.

The rain was not heavy today. It stopped after a while. After the rain, the sky cleared up and the sun became even hotter.

My mother and the others also came back, and all the things in their hands were gone.

Seeing the happy expressions on everyone’s faces, I knew that all the items were sold out.

"Xiaoshan, look what mother brought you."

Li Xiaohua took out a small bag from her arms, which was wrapped in a lotus leaf.

Yang Jun could already smell the aroma of oil.

When the lotus leaf opened, a piece of cake covered with oil and fragrance appeared in front of him.

"Oil cake?"

Yang Jun was quite surprised. You know, the price of oil cakes is not cheap, about 20 cents each.

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