Age: My Small World

Chapter 97 A Bowl of Noodles
At the intersection.

Seeing Grandpa Jin walking away happily until there was no trace of him left, Yang Jun put the stone mill and mortar into the small world.

Before leaving, he stuffed a handful of crispy candies into the old man's pocket and asked him to take them back home to feed his granddaughter. The old man refused for a long time, but was finally persuaded by him to accept them before going back.

He also told Yang Jun that if there was anything he wanted to play next time, he could just let him know and he could play for free.

Yang Jun didn't intend to take advantage of this, he just simply wanted to give the little girl a gift.

"I have to go back quickly, otherwise my family will be worried."

So he hurried back along the road to Fanjiazhuang.

On the way, he studied the stone tools he had just acquired and couldn't wait to try out the stone's ability to grind flour.

Under Yang Jun's will, the upper and lower parts of the stone mill were combined together, and then they were combined with the middle pillar to form the shape of a real stone mill.

One side of both millstones is serrated, which is used to grind grain.

With another wave of his hand, the millstone started to turn by itself without any sense of stagnation.

Without much hesitation, some of the wheat near the stone platform flew over and then landed in the opening specially left for the millstone.

Each grain of wheat is full, with the husk removed, leaving only the whole wheat flesh.

As the wheat entered the millstone, flour soon fell out from the gaps on both sides.

In order to make the flour finer, this stone mill was polished quite well, and Yang Jun also added the power of the small world to it, so it was naturally even better.

Even so, the flour produced the first time is not as good as that produced by a machine, and needs to be ground a second time.

"Come again."

Yang Jun's eyes lit up with astonishment. His trip was not in vain. Uncle Jin's stonemasonry skills had not fallen behind and he had done a very good job.

But in a short while, bags of wheat quickly turned into flour and were put into bags.

Unfortunately, there was not enough time, so by the time I got home, I had only packed seven or eight bags.

Of course, even if he had enough time, he didn't have enough bags to store food.

At night, while his second sister and mother were asleep, he stepped into the space again.

"Let's make a midnight snack."

It has been a long time since he had a midnight snack.

It’s not that Yang Jun doesn’t want to give Li Xiaohua and his two sisters more good food, but they have been eating quite well recently. Even if they are given other meat buns, it is actually just ordinary food.

He had no way of explaining where his food came from late at night.

It’s better to wait for a while and serve the food so that it will be better to deal with the emergency. Forget about the explanation.

Light up the wok and add some soybean oil.

"Fuck!"

The water droplets in the oil burst, and what evaporated was the full aroma of oil.

I couldn't wait to put in a few eggs and stir-fry some green peppers together. This is green pepper eggs.

Then he picked some more peppers and put them into the fire, preparing to make some pepper pounding.

It doesn’t matter if the preserved egg is missing, the taste will still be good if you add a little vinegar and soy sauce.

Seeing the wheat flour beside him, he got a piece of stone slab, cleaned all the stains on it, and then began to knead the dough.

Since it has not been sifted, the flour is not as easy to stick together as high-gluten flour, but it is still a high-quality flour.

Add water to mix and knead vigorously.

After a short while, the flour began to take shape.

It’s not a big deal if the yeast powder is missing. Yang Jun doesn’t plan to eat steamed buns this year.

While the eggs were cooked and set aside, he quickly added water to the pot.

While waiting for the water to boil, Yang Jun used a knife to cut the wheat noodles, which is the way it is done in the north.

Then toss it with flour and it will become noodles.

When the water boiled, the noodles were added. Instantly, the whole world was filled with the rich aroma of wheat.

Take out the noodles and put them in a bowl, cover them with some green peppers and eggs, and then add a layer of pounded chili peppers. This bowl of noodles is suddenly filled with the styles of several places.

When you take your first bite, the first thing you feel is the acetic aroma of the peppers and the taste of eggs, which feels like eating southwestern noodles.

In addition, the noodles themselves are relatively soft and not very elastic, but they taste delicious.

When it comes to fried eggs with chili peppers, that’s the highlight of Hunan.

One bite and the flavor is extremely rich.

Yang Jun was very satisfied with this midnight snack.

Finally, after thinking about it, I cooked a few bowls and placed them near the stone platform so that I could take them out and eat them at any time.

The next day is a rest day.

Because the group was transformed into a production team, Yang Jun and his colleagues also had tasks to do.

Between chopping wood and catching earthworms, Yang Jun chose to chop wood.

“So many people from the village have left.”

When he actually started working, he discovered that almost all the able-bodied men in Fanjiazhuang had disappeared.

"Brother Xiaoshan, what's wrong?"

Cheng Xiaoyu on the side waved at him, a little surprised.

Yang Jun shook his head: "It's okay, I was just expressing my feelings. I didn't expect there were so few people in the village today."

Cheng Xiaoyu smiled and said, "What's the big deal? For the country's steel construction, we should all contribute our share."

Yang Jun nodded naturally: "Of course it should be, but the emptiness of the village makes me feel a little uneasy."

His anxiety came from the sweet potato harvest.

Originally, everyone wanted to keep the sweet potatoes until around November to pick them, but now the young men are afraid that they will not be able to return for several months.

If the harvest fails, this year will probably be even more difficult than we originally imagined.

"Brother Xiaoshan, hurry up, I see a lot of firewood."

The little girl ran forward on the branches, not noticing that Yang Jun's heart had become heavier.

"Come here."

After completing today's task, Yang Jun did not go to earn work points anymore. Instead, he ran to ask for leave from his seventh uncle. He planned to go to the steel plant to see his sister.

"I knew you were a troublesome kid."

Uncle Qi laughed and scolded him, but he still stamped his document.

"Thank you, Uncle Seven."

"You're welcome. Just go see Yuanjie for me."

"Don't worry, Uncle Qi. I'll go find Yuanjie without your instructions."

Yang Jun rarely went to the steel plant, so naturally he wanted to see Fan Yuanjie.

As his good friend, he should go and see it too.

After saying goodbye to his seventh uncle and saying goodbye to his family, he set off immediately.

The steel plant is located in Wangxi Village, west of the county seat, about three kilometers away from the county seat, which is not far.

After arriving at the village entrance from his home, Yang Jun immediately took out his bicycle. He didn't plan to walk all the way there.

Riding a bicycle that he hadn't used for a long time gave Yang Jun a long-lost sense of freshness, and he even started to like this 28-inch bicycle.

"Let's go."

On the way, he kept thinking about what the steel plant would look like.

After arriving at the place, I found that although the steel plant sounds grand and prestigious, it is actually mostly composed of bungalows. The real high-tech factory style has not yet appeared.

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