Age: My Small World

Chapter 450 I'm Good at Killing Pigs
My second sister got the things. Although she felt bad about the money, she couldn't help but feel happy and quickly shared them with my mother.

This made my mother grumble for a long time while cooking, and she spent a lot of money.

But when Yang Jun handed her the things he bought, a smile appeared on his face.

"Hurry up and eat your meal. You've been wasting money in the big city."

Li Xiaohua said angrily, but there was no blame in her eyes.

At this moment, she was thinking of taking money from her bag to cover Yang Jun's expenses, so that he wouldn't be wasting his money when he went to the capital.

During their time at home, both mother and daughter were busy and saved some money.

Adding the salary left by my eldest sister, I still have at least a thousand yuan.

In a blink of an eye, the situation at home is much better than before.

Even so, my mother and second sister still ate sweet potatoes and corn every day and were reluctant to buy meat.

But as soon as he came back, the pot smelled of meat.

"Eat quickly, this dish won't taste good if it gets cold."

My mother picked up some food for Yang Jun, while my second sister continued to ask him questions about the capital.

It can be seen that Yang Yumei still has some yearning for such a big city.

After dinner, the three of them sat together and chatted for a long time, with Yang Jun doing most of the talking and the mother and daughter listening.

At this moment, the warmth of home is so bright.

When he went to bed at night, Yang Jun felt more relaxed and caring than ever before. He seemed to have returned to his infancy, sleeping in his mother's arms.

The next day.

At seven o'clock in the morning, Yang Jun's biological clock woke him up, and he got up for morning exercises.

After years of persistence, he has long been accustomed to this kind of life.

While practicing Tongbiquan, he couldn't help but think of his old man who was still in the capital.

Mr. Hu did not come back with him, but chose to celebrate the New Year in Beijing with the two brothers of the Mi family, and said that he would find a matchmaker to introduce wives to them.

The two of them are already twenty years old and are indeed at the age to get married.

Maybe when he returns, they will have a partner.

Naturally, he was not worried about Mr. Hu, but was a little worried about the one-eyed old man Li Weitong.

The last time Yang Jun visited him, the old man looked weaker than ever before. He did not look like a man in his fifties, but more like he was in his eighties.

But in front of outsiders, he always pretended to be fine.

Yang Jun had no choice but to give him a bottle of honey with spiritual water, and told him to drink it with more water, which might help him strengthen his physique and resist the invasion of diseases.

Before he finished his morning exercise, he heard Fan Yuanjie's voice outside.

"Brother Xiaoshan, get up quickly."

Yang Jun opened the gate in confusion and saw Fan Yuanjie standing at the door, stamping his feet. Even his cotton coat seemed unable to keep out the winter cold.

"Hey, Brother Xiaoshan, you're already up." He was surprised to see Yang Jun come out so quickly.

Yang Jun shrugged. "I was just exercising when I heard you yelling. What's wrong? How about I help you loosen up your muscles?"

He pinched his wrist, which scared Fan Yuanjie so much that his brows furrowed.

When he heard that Yang Jun defeated the three brothers of the Wang family, he didn't believe it until he tried it with Yang Jun himself. Only then did he realize that his height and weight gave him no advantage over Yang Jun.

After that, he became Yang Jun's punching bag for several days. From then on, he knew very well how powerful Yang Jun was, and he dared not let him relax.

"Hey, Brother Xiaoshan, I came here to talk to you about something." He quickly changed the subject.

When Yang Jun heard that something was wrong, he stopped joking.

"What's the matter? Tell me."

Fan Yuanjie rubbed his hands and said, "Everyone is going to kill the New Year pig, so please go and help." "There are so many of you, and you still need me?"

There are many brothers in the Fan family.

"This is a good thing. I've specially strived for it." As a result, Fan Yuanjie acted as if there was something good waiting for him, which made Yang Jun curious. What good thing could this be?

However, the village is going to slaughter five pigs, which is indeed a big event. My mother and second sister will definitely go back to watch the fun later, so it’s okay for him to leave first. It’s a good opportunity for him to see what the good news Fan Yuanjie is talking about.

He was asked to wait in the yard for a while. After washing his face and brushing his teeth, Yang Jun went out.

"Brother Xiaoshan, your teeth are so white."

Fan Yuanjie said with some envy.

They don't have the habit of brushing their teeth every day, so their teeth look a little yellow, and the accumulation of tartar causes tooth decay. There are only a few people with good teeth in the whole village.

Having bad teeth and not brushing them causes bad breath. In any case, you have to be careful about your breathing when talking around them, otherwise you will easily feel dizzy from the fumes.

Fan Yuanjie is okay, some middle-aged and elderly people have a calm taste.

"If you brush your teeth every day, you can do the same."

"And if you get married in the future, you can't just go and not brush your teeth every day, right? So find an opportunity to buy some toothpaste and a toothbrush, and develop a good habit of brushing your teeth in advance. Maybe it will make it easier to find a partner."

The smell of a person's breath is also the most important part of their image.

"real or fake?"

As a representative of people who have been single since birth, Fan Yuanjie doesn't really understand love, so he is quite confused.

"Would you like to face someone who can suffocate you to death with his mouth every day?"

Yang Jun asked him back.

Fan Yuanjie shook his head.

"That's it, you want good things, and others want them too."

Nowadays, no one really knows how to think from another's perspective.

In fact, not everyone can think from other people's perspectives over the past few decades. Some people are born stubborn and don't care about others at all.

"Okay, let me try."

One teeth-brushing experience can be said to have changed Fan Yuanjie's habit. Yang Jun hopes that he can do what he says.

The two arrived at the square and found that it was already bustling with activity.

The temporary stove has been set up, and several large pots are burning fiercely on the stove.

People around me put on aprons, as if they had arrived in Sichuan Province.

"Butchers, get ready. We are about to release the first one." Fan Xinhe was directing everyone in the team.

"Don't worry, Captain, it's fine." A thin-looking middle-aged man smiled and raised a long sharp knife in one hand.

"Good job, butcher Liu. Don't let the blood splash at my feet later." The elder sister holding a large basin to collect the pig's blood said with a smile.

"Are you ready to take the pig?" Fan Xinhe continued to call out.

At this time, Fan Yuanjie pulled Yang Jun and took a step forward.

"Here I come, I'm ready."

Everyone glanced at the two of them and didn't say much.

Fan Xinhe must have known that his son was going to take the pig, otherwise he would not have had the opportunity to invite Yang Jun over.

So he didn't care that the two of them were among them.

"Brother Xiaoshan, you take the front legs and I'll take the hind legs."

Anyone who has slaughtered a pig knows that during the slaughtering process, the pig's hind legs are the strongest and can easily kick and injure people, so this position has always been exclusive to strongmen.

(End of this chapter)