Age: My Small World

Chapter 441 You Can Call Me Eleven
I don’t know if the white horse is gifted, but he is very strong and tall.

He bought it at twice the price, which was actually a bit of a profit in itself, after all, other horses were definitely not as strong as the white horse.

Not to mention that the white horse is a legendary BMW.

"Fellow villager, how much do you want to sell this cow?"

Yang Jun did not ask about the cows that looked strong at first glance. Those were more expensive and there was no need to buy them. The thin ones were different and were much cheaper.

As long as he buys it back and keeps it in the small world for a period of time, the cow will definitely be able to restore its original weight. By then, it will be the same as a normal cow, so there is no need to buy a strong one.

The man selling the cow was a dark-faced man who looked honest. When he heard someone asking about the cow, he immediately stammered, "Two hundred yuan."

"Two hundred?" Yang Jun set his eyes on the skinny Niu'er.

The man's face suddenly turned red, but fortunately his face was dark and it was dark, so no one could see it.

He knew that the price he mentioned was a bit high, so he lowered it proactively and said, "How about one hundred and fifty?"

This local yellow ox weighs only about 400 pounds. It is really thin and its bones are faintly visible. You can imagine how poorly it eats on a daily basis.

The price of beef on the market is only 70 cents per pound. If a yellow cattle can produce 200 pounds of meat, it will only sell for about 100 yuan, and this is if it is pure meat.

One hundred and fifty yuan is about right, and it can be cheaper. Two hundred yuan is purely a test of his IQ.

The fellow villager looks honest, but in fact he is not honest at all.

After bargaining, Yang Jun finally won the deal for 130 yuan.

Harvested a yellow cattle.

He was not satisfied and continued looking for skinny cows.

After buying three cows in succession, Yang Jun felt the change in the eyes of the people around him. He immediately stopped thinking about buying more cows, and then quietly pulled the cows and the white horse out of the market.

After arriving at a deserted place, he immediately put the cows and horses into the small world.

Compared to the dark sky outside, the small world is extremely bright.

The light emitted by the little sun, which had no temperature, was still similar to sunlight, making the white horse look up at the sky comfortably, and then subconsciously took a bite of the grass on the ground.

He casually put the cow into the cowshed that had been prepared long ago, and then he built a stable for the white horse next to his bamboo house.

"Little Pony, you will live here from now on."

Yang Jun patted its head.

Then I wondered whether to give it a name.

Compared with other insignificant species, the white horse can undoubtedly be compared with tigers and their brothers, so it is normal for it to have a name.

But after thinking for a while, he decided to call it as he was used to.

"From now on, your name will be Eleven."

It’s not nice to call a female “Xiao Shi”, but “Shiyi” sounds pretty good.

The white horse seemed quite humane and called out to Yang Jun twice, as if acknowledging the name.

Then Yang Jun did not stay in the small world for long, but went out and returned to the market.

Just a change of clothes.

It would take till dawn for others to recognize that it was him from before. After all, it was pitch dark, so it was quite impressive if they could roughly recognize him.

He came out specifically to look for birds.

However, to Yang Jun's disappointment, there were only a few pheasants in the middle of winter, and no one was specifically trying to catch birds, so he didn't see any.

Helplessly, he could only give up the option of adding more birds for the time being.

Just as I was about to leave, I saw a place to eat on the side of the road, so I went over and sat down. The black market here is called a black market, but in fact it is a market without official management, so anything can appear, and it is not surprising to see food stalls.

The stall owner sells the Shaanxi specialty Jiangshui fish, which is a pasta made from cornmeal and a little starch. Add some homemade臊子 and it's ready to eat.

It costs one cent a bowl, which looks expensive, but it gives you a lot of noodles.

A bowl of rotten pork noodles is only 20 cents, but the taste is different.

Next to the stall were people squatting and eating fish in soup, most of them with rosy cheeks, and further next to them were people with wide eyes and pale faces, and the sound of swallowing saliva could be heard one after another.

After all, only a few people can have enough to eat these days. Most families rely on one person to support the family. If the man is well fed, his wife and children will have less to eat. If the wife and children are well fed, the man will not have the energy to work, so one of them will always be hungry.

Many times, children who can eat get hungry faster. If they can't find anything to eat at home, they will pick up leaves to eat, but their stomachs still get swollen.

If you can have a delicious breakfast of Jiangshui fish here, your family will probably not be hungry.

Even though they couldn't eat it even though they could only see it, those who rushed into the city early in the morning to sell things were still looking forward to it, hoping that someone would buy their things and maybe they could have a bowl of it too.

But after they really sell the candies, maybe they won't be willing to spend that dime, so they might as well take two candies home, which might make their children or wife happy. It doesn't matter if they go hungry for a while.

After eating a bowl of fish in broth, Yang Jun felt that it was very appetizing.

He thought he could give it a try and see if he could make this kind of pasta himself in the future.

He ignored the looks of the people around him, turned around and left the market, then returned to the yard of Huyang Village.

The leveled land was covered with snow again, and there were some icicles scattered on it. It must have rained last night.

If it weren't for the wrong season, Yang Jun would actually like to plant something.

For now we can only wait until spring.

He entered the house, took out his watch to check the time, and found that it was only five o'clock, so he simply lay down and went back to sleep.

It was not until seven o'clock that he set off for school.

On the way, I kept observing the actions of the white horse in the small world.

As a Ferghana horse, Xiao Shiyi has been used as a slow horse for too long over the years, causing some physical damage.

But after Yang Jun nourished it with spiritual water, its spirit and energy obviously improved.

It looks energetic, and its hooves seem eager to run.

This wish of its will definitely not come true, as the small world will not allow it to run around like this.

"Don't worry, I'll take you out for a walk someday."

Yang Jun's voice echoed in the small world, calming the restless Little Eleven down a lot, and he waited in the stable with peace of mind.

He can't run away from a tiger, but he can run away from a horse.

Also, should the saddle be considered?

But looking at Little Eleven who had just regained his freedom, he gave up the idea of putting shackles on it so quickly.

At least let it be free for a while longer.

After entering the campus, he couldn't suppress the smile on his face, which showed how excited he was.

This also made the three people in the dormitory look at each other in confusion, wondering what Yang Jun was doing.

"Ahem, Brother Chong, we're in trouble again."

Yang Jun felt that he needed to store the textbooks in the small world. Otherwise, it would be useless to borrow Wang Chong's textbooks every day because he still had to attend classes.

(End of this chapter)