Age: My Small World

Chapter 55 Provincial Capital
Not long after, a few more cars drove over.

In addition, three people gathered around Wang Gong, who should be his other disciples.

Fan Yuanjie introduced them to him and found out that they were indeed his three senior brothers.

Although they were called senior brothers, they actually just came a few days earlier to meet people. Most of them were still young teenagers, and they were a little shy when they saw Yang Jun.

Yang Jun may not pay much attention to his identity as a high school student on weekdays, but in the eyes of other people, he is really different from them.

In the eyes of ordinary people, intellectuals are superior.

Although it was a bit bumpy, Yang Jun also knew the names of the three people.

The eldest brother who arrived first was called Yang Sigui. Actually, he was a relative of Yang Jun, but his family was not in Fanjiazhuang. He looked very honest.

The second one is called Li Yang. He is very shy and blushes when he speaks.

The third one is called Zhang Ye. He has nothing to say to you when you don’t know him, but once you get to know him, you can talk about anything.

Just after we met, Zhang Ye started chattering.

Yang Sigui and Master Wang sat in the front to observe the situation at any time, while the other four sat in the truck bed.

The truck is the Jiefang CA10, which was produced in recent years. It is also called the old Jiefang truck. It was improved based on the Soviet brand GAZ-150 to make it more in line with my country's basic conditions. After all, the fuel and roads of the two countries are quite different. Since it has been popularized in various regions, it has been deeply loved by drivers.

This brand produced a total of more than 1.2 million vehicles before it was completely discontinued, which shows its special glory.

Cars were a new thing in that era, and they didn't move for a long time, attracting a large group of children to watch.

But it didn't affect the conversation among the people in the car.

"Yang Jun, is it fun to be a high school student?" Zhang Ye looked at Yang Jun with a thirst for knowledge.

"It's all about studying. Whether it's fun or not depends on whether you enjoy studying."

"Reading... forget it. I'm not a bookworm. I feel sleepy as soon as I see a book." Zhang Ye shook his head. The textbook seemed like a prehistoric beast in his eyes.

Indeed, in the eyes of playful and active children, studying is really a painful thing, and not many of them can persist.

It becomes even more difficult when children have to help with housework while studying.

Fan Yuanjie laughed and said, "Otherwise, how could my brother be the only one in the village who goes to school?"

He simply ignored Cheng Xiaoyu's existence. After all, in everyone's eyes, Cheng Xiaoyu's grades were much worse than Yang Jun's. It would probably be no time before she dropped out of school and went home. At the age of fifteen or sixteen, she should be getting married.

"I tell you, Xiaoshan will definitely be able to get into university, and then he will be a college student."

Yang Jun couldn't help but shake his head and smile when he heard this. His childhood friend was more confident that he could go to college than he was.

The other two looked at Yang Jun, not sure whether to believe it or not, but there were many topics surrounding him along the way.

When the car started, more than an hour had passed. It was almost 9:30 in the morning and started heading towards the provincial capital.

After talking about studying, Yang Jun looked at Fan Yuanjie and asked, "Xiao Jie, when will the steel plant be completed?"

Fan Yuanjie touched his head and hesitated for a moment: "October, I heard the master say once that our steel delivery deadline is the end of next month, so I guess it's about time."

Yang Jun estimated it and found that it was true.

Once the steel plant is completed in October, I'm afraid that men, women, young and old will all rush to the west to help, and they will not be able to take care of the sweet potato harvest.

Looking at the rows of land that the car passed by, I don’t know whether we can still sow in time by the end of the year. If the winter seeds in October are not sown, next year will be even more difficult.

The car headed north, the road along the way not being very good, the muddy road occasionally with potholes. Only Wang Gong was an experienced driver, having traveled to the provincial capital many times, otherwise he would have had to dig in the ditches.

One of the cars in the convoy fell into a ditch.

By the time everyone got out of the car and worked together to push it out, it was delayed for more than an hour.

So it was not until noon that a few cars entered the provincial capital.

Yang Jun looked at the big city which was very different from the county town. Even though it did not have the tall buildings like a county town later, it had many modern elements, and the streets presented a different scenery from that of a county town.

People look more confident, their clothing is no longer retro, and there are more bicycles, which is no longer a rare scene in the county town.

"Xiaoshan, what do you think? The provincial capital is quite nice, right? The first time I came here, I was also staring blankly for a long time, and it was only when the master woke me up that I was awakened."

Fan Yuanjie was grinning and ready to laugh at him, but he found that Yang Jun seemed unfazed by either praise or criticism.

"Why aren't you surprised at all?" He couldn't help feeling a little discouraged.

"I can see it in books, too. Literary writers have long described what big cities look like in their books. I already have a rough idea of what it looks like in my mind. Now I just see it with my own eyes."

Yang Jun's excuse was flawless, leaving the three of them looking at each other in bewilderment. Is this what a scholar is like? Sure enough, he's different. He sounds quite impressive.

The convoy was heading to the steel plant in the provincial capital, so Yang Jun had to separate from them halfway.

At a crossroads, Fan Yuanjie asked hesitantly, "Are you really not going back with us?"

"I'll have to spend a day here, so I won't be able to make it."

Transporting steel is a big deal, so there's no need to wait for a guy like him with a semi-trailer.

"Student Yang Jun, if you can't find a car to go back tomorrow, go to the steel plant and ask their transportation team leader Zuo Guotao if there is a car going to Feixian. Then you can go back with them. Just mention my name." Wang Gong smiled at him.

Feeling the enthusiastic help from this master, Yang Jun was also somewhat touched.

"Thank you, Master Wang. I'll take a look at the situation then."

He bowed seriously, which made Wang Gong laugh. It seemed that he was not a heartless guy.

Afterwards, Yang Jun separated from the convoy.

Fan Yuanjie waved to him repeatedly with some regret. They hadn't talked for long, so naturally he felt reluctant to part.

"Xiao Jie, I'll come and play with you when the holidays come." Yang Jun called out.

"Okay, I'll teach you how to drive then."

Inside the truck bed, Fan Yuanjie's words provoked his master Wang Gong to laugh and scold him, "You kid still want to teach others how to drive, but don't you check whether you have learned it yourself? Don't lead Yang Jun into a ditch."

"Master, you are here for me. My brother is very smart, even better than me. If you teach him twice, he will definitely learn it."

"Haha, let's talk about it later."

……

Yang Jun was walking alone on the streets of the provincial capital. He did not rush to the newspaper office for a while, but first got a general idea of the locations of various places.

Especially the address given to him by Mr. Hu, he needs to confirm it.

It would be better if we could find someone first, so that we can find the location of the secret market in the provincial capital.

　New books for collection
　　
　
(End of this chapter)