Age: My Small World

Chapter 66 Sanlixiang

Nanying Lane.

Yang Jun went straight here after coming out of the supply and marketing cooperative.

He was holding a bag in his hand, which contained the wine Mr. Liu asked him to bring, the cigarettes he had just bought, and a pair of shoes.

Two pounds of meat were hung on straw next to it.

It was noon now, and Mr. Hu should be at home.

Sure enough, not long after the knock on the door, Mr. Ba's voice was heard.

"Who's there? No one's home."

Since Yang Jun didn't say when he would be back, he thought it was someone else.

Yang Jun couldn't help but laugh and said, "Eighth Master, you are really trying to cover up the truth."

"You are singing the Dragon Picture Case with me."

The door opened and Mr. Ba's head popped out.

The long beard combined with his slightly long hair looked quite bad.

"come in."

Yang Jun didn't hesitate and opened the door himself, walked in, and then closed it carefully.

"When did you come back? Why did you come to see me? Did something happen?"

The old man returned to his recliner and swayed leisurely for a while, but his eyes kept glancing at Yang Jun from time to time.

Perhaps he was also worried about his old friends in the provincial capital.

Yang Jun shook his head: "Don't worry, Mr. Liu is fine. He wanted to inquire about your news, but I put him off."

"Also, this wine is a gift from him to you, old man."

When he took out the Xifeng wine, the old man couldn't help but stand up.

He walked over, grabbed a bottle, opened it and smelled it.

"Hiss~ It smells so good, it still tastes the same as before."

"This isn't fake wine, so there's definitely no difference."

"You know shit! The taste of this wine is completely different. It's been able to remain unchanged until now. It seems the winery owner is still alive. I guess it can be passed down."

He squeezed the bottle happily, but had no intention of taking a sip.

"Do you know the person who produces this wine?" Yang Jun was a little surprised.

Mr. Hu waved his hand and said, "I've seen him before, but now we're just strangers. Who would remember who? I only remember the smell of his wine."

Yang Jun smiled but said nothing.

He also handed over the two packs of Daqianmen in the bag: "Smoke sparingly, this stuff is not cheap."

"Boy, don't be so attentive all the time. I don't have any extra benefits for you." Mr. Hu said sarcastically.

"It's no use, so just consider it as my compensation for the jade."

"Did you go to the provincial capital to look at jade?" Mr. Hu understood immediately.

"I was useful, so I went to check it out."

Mr. Hu thought for a moment and warned, "The situation is still unclear. Be careful. Don't get yourself into trouble, or you'll implicate me."

Yang Jun was speechless.

Then he held up the meat in his hand and said, "I brought it back for you to replenish your body. Be careful when eating it, and don't let it get me into trouble."

The two, one big and one small, glared at each other.

"How can I implicate you by eating some meat? What a joke." Mr. Hu took the thing after all, and his expression became more complicated.

After Yang Jun took out another pair of shoes, he cursed, "Is this the end yet?"

"Okay, that's enough. I said I would ask you if there is any secret trading market now, but it seems that I am still not welcome." Yang Jun deliberately looked gloomy, which made Mr. Hu feel a little bit uncomfortable.

Looking at the shoes Yang Jun left on the chair, he said unhappily, "Let's go to Sanli Lane. It's not far from the city, so it's convenient for people to run away. That's why some people have gathered there recently. If you want to take a look, go ahead."

This is what Yang Jun wanted, and he immediately became excited and said, "Okay, thank you for being so kind, I'll bring you something good next time I come."

As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed out the door.

Looking at the young figure, Mr. Hu sighed: "Why bother?"

However, when he grasped the shoes tightly in his hand, he suddenly loosened his grip. "It's a good time to try them on. If the shoes don't fit, I won't take them seriously."

Let’s talk about Yang Jun.

He went all the way to Sanli Lane and soon arrived at the destination.

In fact, Sanli Lane is close to the south of the city, and it is even the next street to the route that Yang Jun and his classmates must pass through to go to school.

It is called a street, but in fact it is just a dirt road. On weekdays, people from the villages in the south of the city come to the city to sell vegetables, and most of them are here. But now there are even more people.

After the small market in the city quietly closed, people came here.

Yang Jun looked at the bustling streets, the number of people there was almost as much as in the provincial capital.

But the difference is quite big.

In Luohe Lane in the provincial capital, there are quite a few people who are generous with their money. In addition to a small number of people buying and selling grain, there are also many things produced by department stores for sale.

It’s different here. Most of the vendors sell vegetables, wild vegetables, fish and the like.

Moreover, there are probably only a fixed number of people here. From 2 a.m. to dawn, there are people coming in and out of Luohe Lane almost all the time, so the mobility is even greater.

Yang Jun came here not to sell fish, but to buy things.

Even though he saw Zhou Qiang's son Zhou Yan, he did not go over to negotiate.

When they reached a stall selling eggs, Yang Jun heard the price the woman said and said without hesitation, "Auntie, I want all these eggs."

He thought an egg at three cents was a great deal.

The old lady had been waiting here for a long time, but there was not much business. She was just hesitating when someone came and took all the money.

She glanced at Yang Jun, but he had covered his face in broad daylight, so she couldn't see clearly.

"Baby, do you really want them? I have dozens of them here."

"If you really want, give me your basket too, and I'll pay for it too."

Seeing that he was not joking, the old lady quickly counted how many eggs she had left.

After a while.

"There are sixty eggs left. Give me one dollar and eighty cents, and I'll give you the basket."

Yang Jun had no intention of taking it for free. He handed the old lady two yuan and waved his hand, saying, "No need for change."

Then he continued to the next stall carrying a basket of eggs.

"Brother, how much is your chicken?"

There was a man selling chicks here, and Yang Jun became interested.

"Five cents each, no bargaining."

The chicks are not big and should have hatched not long ago.

Yang Jun nodded and said, "Give me twenty, more females, and just two males."

He handed over a dollar.

"No problem, I promise to pick the best one for you."

The stall owner selling chicks immediately took the money excitedly and quickly picked out some for him.

This time, Yang Jun had to pay an extra dime because the basket for the chicks was not included.

Even so, he was happy.

Once the chicks grow up, I'm afraid we won't have a shortage of eggs or chicken.

It’s not enough to just eat rabbit.

To his regret, he couldn't find any trace of the piglets after searching everywhere, so he couldn't raise pigs for the time being.

In that case, let’s call it a day and go home.

After leaving Sanli Lane, you are almost outside the city.

After finding a deserted place, Yang Jun put all his things into the small world, and then a 28-ton truck appeared in front of him.

He jumped onto the car, stepped lightly on the ground, and flew out with the car.

"Yohoo, take off!"

　Thanks to book friend Yi Fanyi for the reward
　　
　
(End of this chapter)