Age: My Small World

Chapter 41: The Missing Thing
"Second sister, do you usually feed your chickens with dandelions?"

When it comes to feeding chickens, we don’t feed them grains directly, but rather wild vegetables and some bran.

Dandelion is edible and due to its abundance, many people use it for food or to feed poultry.

When disasters strike, dandelion is also an important source of food.

"Yes." Yang Yumei nodded.

Then she smiled and looked at Yang Jun: "When I got home that day, I saw corn kernels in the chicken coop. It must have been you who dropped them."

None of the three women in the family would do such a thing, so Yang Jun would be the only one.

"Ahem, I saw they laid so many eggs for our family and they worked so hard, so I rewarded them with a meal of corn."

Yang Jun found a lame excuse.

Fortunately, Yang Yumei didn't care about this little thing.

After feeding the two old hens, he looked at the two little rabbits that Yang Jun brought back.

Because it was fed with the spiritual water, the rabbit did not look like it had died prematurely. Instead, it became more and more lively and healthy.

I also got some dandelions for them, but didn't crush them.

Dandelion has the effect of clearing heat and relieving summer heat, and can also prevent symptoms of overheating, but you should not eat too much.

Of course, the little rabbits were fed mostly fresh straw, which they ate happily.

In just a day or two, the little guy's body has grown a little bigger and is getting closer to becoming a delicacy.

Well, if they give birth to offspring, they can be spared for now.

Yang Jun subconsciously looked at the other two pairs of rabbits in the small world. They were more lively than the two outside. At this moment, they were eating weeds on the hillside. One of them even went to the farmland, but unknowingly returned to the mountain halfway.

In the evening, the Yang family's meal became very rich for the first time.

A large plate of pork dumplings, a bowl of noodles for each person, and a pound of leftover meat fried into shredded pork, all exuding a rich aroma.

"Eat, it's a holiday today." Li Xiaohua shared dumplings with her three siblings with a smile on her face.

"Mom, I have to try the noodles you made first." Yang Jun really liked the noodles his mother made. The aroma of wheat was condensed and lingered, and it was chewy after being boiled in clear water. When some shredded meat was added to cover it, the taste was simply amazing.

As I slurp the noodles, a sense of happiness arises spontaneously.

"Don't just eat noodles, try the dumplings and let Erniu finish them later."

"Mom, I'm not a pig." The second sister refused, but she didn't stop eating.

That’s what they say, but the fact is that people eat a lot at that time. Even a girl who looks delicate and pretty can easily eat four or five big steamed buns in one meal.

If you really want to eat as much as you want, this meal of dumplings is enough to fill two people completely.

But with noodles, it is enough for four people.

The meal lasted until dusk.

The eldest sister took the initiative to stand up and collect the dishes, then boiled water to wash the dishes.

I looked at the sky and took out the defective cloth I bought today to compare.

"Xiaoshan, I want to make you some clothes. Come here and let me measure your height."

Yang Jun’s latest set of clothes was made during the Chinese New Year two years ago, when his family’s conditions were a little better.

Since he only wore it when he was studying and took good care of it, it now looks like new.

"Mom, why don't you make yourself a new set first? Look how long it's been since you last wore new clothes."

Yang Jun said helplessly.

"Mom has plenty of clothes, no need to worry, I'll make them for you first." Li Xiaohua is really stubborn when she is stubborn.

Then she suddenly asked, "By the way, baby, you said today that you wanted to discuss buying a pig. What's going on?"

Yang Hongmei, the eldest sister who was washing dishes, also pricked up her ears when she heard this.

Yang Yumei found a lamp, filled it with kerosene and lit it.

The originally dark room was suddenly filled with light, revealing four orange-yellow faces.

"Erniu, it's not completely dark yet, why light the lamp?" the mother muttered.

"Mom, how are you going to measure the size if you don't light the lamp?" the second sister grinned.

Yang Jun thought for a moment before slowly saying, "Let's not talk about buying pigs this year."

Without waiting for my mother to speak, he continued, "When I was in school, I heard a piece of news that our place will soon be turned into a production team, and then everyone's belongings will be public property."

"Really? Xiaoshan." The mother exclaimed.

The eldest and second sisters also widened their eyes.

"How could this be false? I heard that the whole country has started to transform into production teams. We are late here."

Yang Jun was not talking nonsense. He had seen Teacher Cao Wen's newspaper. At that time, such a major transformation was indeed taking place in various regions. Around October, or at the latest November, it would be Fanjiazhuang's turn.

But the whole family found it hard to accept the news when they heard it so suddenly.

"Give it all to the government? Give the money too?" I couldn't help but tighten my grip on the money I just got today.

"That's not the case. We just farm together and eat together. Now, work points are calculated, and it will be the same then. If you don't have enough work points, you will get less grain at the end of the year."

"Oh, what are you going to do with that kid?"

The first thing Li Xiaohua was concerned about was Yang Jun. He still had to go to class, so how could he have time to go to the fields?
"Mom, I have my own solution, it's okay."

In fact, the production team model was more suitable for him. At that time, everyone would eat according to how much they worked. He had his own little world, so why should he be afraid of this? On the contrary, he could openly not go to the fields to work. He just had to hide his food when eating so that no one could see him.

Of course, there is no solution.

If someone else helps, it will also count as work points, but that would be too tiring.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but worry about Xiaoyuer.

Unlike his family which has three other people, Xiaoyuer's family only has his mother who can work. However, Xiaoyuer and Aimin both have to go to school, and the entire burden falls on Aunt Fan Ping. I'm afraid she can't handle it. Will Xiaoyuer still be able to concentrate on his studies at that time?
"But my aunt is from the Fan family, so Uncle Seven should be able to take care of her when the time comes."

He felt that he was worrying too much.

"Oh, by the way, mother, no one knows about this yet. You and my elder and second sisters should keep it a secret, lest the villagers start talking about it and ask me about it."

"Mom is not stupid. She won't tell anyone." Li Xiaohua forced a smile, but she was still a little worried.

"There's nothing to worry about yet, Mom." The second sister comforted.

"Your brother is a student, so what he said must be right." Li Xiaohua believed it all.

"Xiaoshan, everyone in the village is eating together, so they can have enough to eat, right?" The eldest sister asked a key question.

"It should be possible." Yang Jun thought of the scene at the end of the year, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"That's good. We will help you with the work then. You just study hard." Yang Hongmei said in a gentle tone.

It was late at night, and reluctant to waste lamp oil, my mother urged the three siblings to go to bed quickly.

But Yang Jun was fine. The mother and daughter in the front room tossed and turned for a long time and couldn't fall asleep, thinking about what Yang Jun said.

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