Age: My Small World

Chapter 4 Reservoir

Small grey world.

A figure suddenly appeared. It was Yang Jun who came in with a hoe.

Beside him were various seeds that had been placed there long ago, all around the stone platform.

"I don't know if the weather outside will affect the small world. Logically speaking, August is not a good time to plant seeds."

Unlike the south where two or three crops can be harvested in a year, the cold waves in the north come faster, so in autumn and winter, only winter wheat and other crops can be grown.

"Let's give it a try first. If it doesn't work, we can plant it next spring."

He took out the few seeds he had and started down the mountain.

Suddenly, Yang Jun had an idea: "Since I can freely control everything in the small world space, then I can appear wherever I want!"

The next moment, his figure appeared beside the black soil at the foot of the hill.

"It really works!" Yang Jun clenched his fists excitedly.

The conjecture was successfully verified, and then under his gaze, the hoe began to move automatically to hoe the ground, greatly saving the hard work of farming.

Thinking about the scene of one person cultivating several acres of land, Yang Jun couldn't help but shake his head.

Seeds were buried in the black soil, with him looking forward to the harvest like an old farmer.

"It needs some water, and it would be best if there was some fertilizer or something."

Other seeds are easy to grow, but cabbage and pumpkin need watering.

The water at home was brought by his mother from the village well with great effort. He didn't want to waste it, so he went to the river to find some, maybe he could catch a fish or two.

After thinking about it, Yang Jun first used a hoe to dig out a reservoir in the space, which was just used to store water resources. Even if there was a drought in the future, the family would not be short of water.

It is necessary to plan ahead.

Being able to freely control everything in space makes it not difficult for him to do this.

However, Yang Jun also discovered one thing. With the overly frequent operations, his spirit became somewhat exhausted and his attention gradually became less focused.

"It seems that work is also related to my mental state."

Noticing this, he stopped instantly when he was planning to dig a big pond.

"Anyway, we can continue to expand in the future, so let's just leave it this way for now."

Before going out, the cries of two old hens reminded him of his mother's instructions, so he grabbed a handful of corn and threw it to the two egg-laying hens, then closed the door and went out.

The phrase "grass is growing and warblers are flying" is also appropriate for late summer. At the foot of the mountain not far away, golden crops are mixed with green weeds, and from time to time someone in the field looks up to wipe the sweat off his face.

The mountains are also green with fallen leaves flying around.

Yang Jun's home is located in the southwest of the village, and you have to go east to find a river.

On weekdays, everyone washes clothes in the river, and as for drinking water, they still use the well, which is closer and much cleaner.

"Xiaoshan, what are you doing in such hot weather? Aren't you going to study?"

After walking a few dozen meters, I happened to pass by the house of my neighbor Fan Yuanlin, Uncle Fan San, and the chubby Aunt San looked over.

Maybe he had just come back from moving things from the fields and was breathing heavily, but he didn't forget to tease him.

The villagers were naturally familiar with Yang Jun. Although he looked thin, he was tall and handsome, with fair skin, which made him very different from the other villagers.

If I didn't know that he was a native of Fanjiazhuang, I would have thought he was a city kid.

"Aunt, it's too hot. I'm going to the river to take a look."

"Okay, but don't go into the water." Being close to each other, the two families interacted more frequently, and Third Aunt Fan was still very concerned about him.

"I know. I'll go then, Aunt San."

After saying this, Yang Jun continued walking towards the river.

Third Aunt's family was pretty nice, except for her two sons, Fan Yuan and Fan Jin, who were not very well behaved and often bullied him when they were in elementary school together.

However, Yang Jun did not take the childhood events too seriously. After junior high school, the two brothers stopped studying and often went to the county town to hang out, so they met less often.

A small river meanders into the distance. The water flow is not too strong, but there is a lot of water, and it is quite deep in some places.

On weekdays, his elder and second sisters would bring him here to catch fish. Occasionally catching one would improve their lives.

When they arrived at the place, Yang Jun tried to transport river water into the space.

Wherever his hand touched, water flowed into the other world with a "gurgling" sound. Suddenly, small waterfalls began to fall from the sky of the small world, and all the water fell accurately into the reservoir dug in advance.

In just a few minutes, the pool of dozens of meters square was full.

Yang Jun's plan was to dig a hole about one acre in size, which could not only be used to store water, but also to raise fish and shrimps.

"But if you want to aquaculture, you need running water. If the water doesn't flow for a long time, won't it become stagnant? Then it won't be useful."

He began to think about using the rules of space to create living water, but he had no idea for the time being.

Just as I was thinking about it, a surprised voice suddenly came from behind me.

"Brother Xiaoshan? Why are you here?"

Yang Jun knew who was coming without turning around.

There are only two children in Fanjiazhuang who go to high school. Besides him, the other one is Cheng Xiaoyu, who also has a different surname.

Turning around, he saw a skinny girl looking at him with sparkling eyes. She was quite smart and behaved in a carefree manner.

He called him Brother Xiaoshan, but looked at him as his younger brother.

Cheng Xiaoyu is half a year younger than him. They went to elementary and junior high school together, so they are old classmates. He is familiar with her every word and action. Now he has to go to high school.

"Brother Xiaoshan, I'm talking to you." Cheng Xiaoyu's face was thin but her facial features looked quite pretty. She rolled her eyes at him.

"I told you to call me Brother Jun from now on." Yang Jun glanced at the little girl and continued to reach his hand into the river. He was trying to catch one or two fish. As long as the fish touched him, they would be doomed.

It is said that his name was given by a wandering Taoist priest. In those days, the Anti-Japanese War had not yet ended, so naturally there were all kinds of people.

According to the Taoist, Yang Jun lacked earth in the five elements, so he was named after a mountain. The word "jun" is just right to describe the towering mountains and steep ridges, which can calm his fate.

But everyone is used to calling him by his nickname Xiaoshan, because a nickname is easier to use.

"Wow, you're so brave now. You actually say this to me."

"Brother Xiaoshan, Brother Xiaoshan, that's what I'm calling."

Cheng Xiaoyu deliberately called out twice, but saw that Yang Jun just shrugged his shoulders and then said nothing. He immediately shook his two braids, pushed aside his bangs in front of his forehead, and sat down next to him.

Yang Jun tilted his head and said, "I'm slacking off. Aren't you going home? Are you not going to work anymore?"

Cheng Xiaoyu's family situation is actually similar to his. Her old father passed away seven or eight years ago, leaving behind her mother and her son, an orphan, and she also has a younger brother who is in elementary school.

The reason why she was able to continue studying was that she had a tough and strong character and was very masculine. Her mother Fan Ping also supported her.

Cheng Xiaoyu takes on almost half of the housework on weekdays. She basically works as soon as she gets home, so Yang Jun said that.

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