Age: My Small World

Chapter 59 Cooking
"Little brother, why do you call Aunt Zhao "sister"? I remember she doesn't have a brother?"

On the way to take Yang Jun to get the sack, the young man asked in confusion.

Well, it seems that I overestimated him.

Yang Jun felt helpless.

"Big sister looks like my older sister, so I just call her that."

The young man didn't worry too much about it.

"How many sacks do you want? If it's not many, just wait here and I'll get them for you."

He thought Yang Jun only needed a few.

"I want a lot, maybe a hundred."

The young man raised his eyebrows: "So many."

After hesitating for a moment, he waved his hand and said, "Then come with me to get it."

Nowadays, these sacks are quite heavy. One sack weighs about one kilogram, and one hundred sacks weigh more than one hundred kilograms. It is really difficult for one person to carry them.

"Okay." Yang Jun replied.

The two men walked into a side door, and then Yang Jun saw a lot of goods piled up there, which should be the storage place.

"Come on, watch me count, or I'll count less for you later."

The young man came to the pile of sacks and started counting them right away.

Yang Jun also counted them, actually to reassure this comrade.

He could also tell that the staff member in front of him was a hard-working person who worked seriously, so he just had to try his best to cooperate.

After two minutes, one hundred sacks were distributed to the side.

"It's five dollars in total. You have to go to Aunt Zhao and pay her first."

"No problem, wait for me then."

Yang Jun returned to the counter and paid the money under Sister Zhao's smile before continuing to move the sacks.

"Can you carry so many sacks back by yourself?" The young man looked at Yang Jun, who was not particularly tall, and asked with some doubt.

"Big brother, don't look at me because I'm thin. I'm actually very strong."

"Besides, I don't have to carry these things alone. My uncle will come to help me later. I just need to move them outside the department store." After Yang Jun said this, the young man nodded and naturally didn't think too much about it.

"Okay, then I'll help you get it to the door."

"Thank you, brother."

"My name is Sun Xiuwen, just call me by my name."

"It turns out to be Brother Sun." Yang Jun was not that tactless.

Sun Xiuwen smiled and did not refute.

He took the initiative to carry most of the 100 sacks.

"Let's go."

Seeing this, Yang Jun could only take the rest and follow.

After going out, he casually pointed to a corner against the wall and put his things down.

"Sorry to bother you, Brother Sun."

Sun Xiuwen rubbed his shoulders, his face still a little sweaty. He shook his head and said, "We are all serving everyone. It's not a big deal."

"If there's nothing else, I'll go in first. I can't leave inside." He pointed inside the building, which was really busy.

"Okay, I'll come over and buy you a soda next time."

"Then I'll remember that." Sun Xiuwen smiled and turned back, not caring about what he said.

After everyone left, Yang Jun turned around and looked at a pile of sacks. He casually collected most of them into the small world, leaving only a few on his shoulders as if to pretend.

When we returned to the guesthouse, even the decorative bags were gone.

When he entered, the girl at the counter wasn't there. Seeing how it was, she must have gone to eat, so he went straight to the room upstairs. After locking the door, the person in the room disappeared into thin air.

At the top of the mountain in the small world, Yang Jun waved his hand casually, and the grain in the fields fell into sacks.

There are a total of one hundred sacks, each of which can hold one hundred kilograms.

There were twenty-two bags of wheat and sixty-four bags of corn, but there was no way to pack the pumpkins, so they had to remain in the field.

As for the food in the bags, it was stored on the platform at the top of the mountain.

The wheat and corn had not been ground into flour, so they could not be sold at a high price. However, the harvest was slightly higher than he expected, roughly in line with the high yield data of the two grains in his memory.

"Let's cook and eat quickly. I'm really hungry." He touched his stomach.

Yang Jun did not rush to light the stove, but looked at the wheat that had just been harvested.

Just touch it and the husk of the wheat will fall off.

"That's really possible." His eyes lit up.

What Yang Jun wants to test now is how far he can go in space.

The wheat was not finished after shedding its husk, and with his efforts, a handful of wheat soon turned into flour.

But at this time, Yang Jun's eyes were a little white and his face looked a little tired.

"It takes too much mental energy, it's not worth it."

The experiment concluded that he could even grind grain into powder out of thin air in the small world, but it required a lot of mental effort.

"It would be easier if there were tools."

He couldn't help but think of the stone mill.

There is a stone mill in the village, which serves every household in the village all year round and is used to grind grain. It would definitely be more convenient if there was also one placed in the space.

There is no need for cows or people to pull or push, just a thought will do the trick.

"I'll find a chance to ask a stonemason who can build me a smaller one."

The most urgent thing is to cook.

Without worrying about the wheat anymore, he started to get busy at the stove.

Yang Jun's gaze first turned to the pond.

If there is no flour, then sacrifice the small fish.

A fish weighing about two pounds flew into his hands. He waved his sickle, and the scales and internal organs were removed, leaving only the clean fish body, which was placed in the pot.

I picked a few scallions, ginger and garlic from the remaining acre of field, rubbed them to extract the juice, poured it on the fish, and then added some salt and soy sauce. This is how it is marinated.

Yang Jun started to make a fire.

There was some collected firewood in the space. It was placed under the stove. When a match was lit, smoke rose up soon and was quickly absorbed by the small world.

After the flames were lifted, the pot was placed on the stove. The fish was almost marinated, so some purified water was added and stewed.

Take this opportunity to wash a cabbage and put it in together, it will taste better.

On the stove, the casserole was making a "puffing" sound.

Yang Jun paused and looked at the fields.

In the remaining one acre of land, beans occupied most of the area, and the rest were cabbage, onions, ginger, garlic, coriander and peppers.

"The soybeans can be harvested, but wouldn't it be better to save them for oil extraction?"

The oil in the countryside mainly comes from soybean oil, so those who can afford it will plant some soybeans in the middle of the cornfield, and then take the harvest to the oil press to produce a few pounds of oil.

As for those who don’t have access to it, they can only buy it.

Yang Jun's family also planted some beans, and they could harvest dozens of kilograms, but they only produced one or two kilograms of oil every year, which was not enough to eat.

"Let's wait until we get the stone mill. Maybe we can use it to extract oil later?"

Without touching the soybeans for the time being, he looked at the cabbages that had already sprouted flowers and decided to harvest some and put them away before replanting them.

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(End of this chapter)