Age: My Small World

That night, the train platform was filled with students sleeping.

Fortunately, it's only August, which is the hottest time of the year in the south, but the weather on the grassland is neither too hot nor too cold, so sleeping on the platform for one night shouldn't be a problem.

When everyone woke up the next day, the teachers arranged for everyone to boil water and cook breakfast before continuing their journey.

This time there was no car to pick us up or drop us off; everyone had to walk to their destination.

Yes, the people at this station are all going to the same banner, which has four or five villages. They will most likely be dispersed among these villages.

The group consisted of about 300 people, including students from Beijing University and over 100 students from the School of Physical Education.

Yang Jun used his perception to scan the area and quickly located Cheng Xiaoyu and Wei Ran.

The two of them get along well, and their relationship is more like that of friends than teacher and student.

"Brother Xiaoshan".

Cheng Xiaoyu came over in surprise, causing Jiang Xueying, who was standing next to her, to take two steps back without making a sound.

Wei Ran's gaze first fell on Yang Jun, and then he unconsciously looked at Jiang Xueying.

"Heh, this guy really isn't afraid of being exposed."

Wei Ran was well aware of the relationship between Jiang Xueying and Yang Jun, but she didn't think much about it; otherwise, she wouldn't have blindly followed his nonsense.

“We’re all from the same village, so let’s set off together later. Give me all your luggage.”

Wei Ran pursed his lips: "Are you sure you can handle this?"

Yang Jun turned his head and raised an eyebrow at her. Don't you know whether your health is good or not?

Wei Ran blushed slightly, seemingly lost in thought, and said nothing more.

"No need, Brother Xiaoshan, I'm strong now, I can lift it. Why don't you help Teacher Wei carry it?"

Cheng Xiaoyu even asked him to help Wei Ran; look how kind-hearted she is.

"I can carry it myself, Yang Jun, you should take your own."

Good grief, since he took both sides, Yang Jun had no use for anything and could only shrug.

That makes sense, though, since they had all been well nourished by his spiritual water, their strength was definitely considerable.

After breakfast, the teacher called for us to set off.

The place they were going to was called Xuancha Village, Maliangou, not far from a lake called Chaer Lake. It is said that the people here, in addition to growing crops, also herd cattle and sheep, making it a place where they are half farmers and half herders.

After walking for two hours, the group of 300 people gradually dispersed halfway through. By the time they reached the vicinity of Maliangou, only a dozen or so people remained, half of whom were from Beijing University and the other half from the Sports University.

"The air here is really nice, and who said there's only grassland here? There are mountains and rivers too."

Some people even started to admire the beautiful scenery nearby.

Being a college student, he possessed a certain amount of literary knowledge and preferred appreciating scenery more than the average person.

"Let's hurry over there, maybe we can still have lunch. If we go too late, we won't get any," Wei Ran said to the two students from the school with a hint of helplessness.

Because Teacher Liu Xueming had to stay in the village, he had to ask Wei Ran to help look after the students in Maliangou. Yang Jun and the others also had to listen to Wei Ran.

Unexpectedly, after all the twists and turns, she ended up being the teacher in charge of the team.

To support Wei Ran, Yang Jun was the first to agree to set off.

Seeing this, the others followed suit. Although it is called a gully, the place is actually quite flat. There is a lot of farmland near the Chaka Lake to the south, while the area to the north is grassland and pasture. Some families live in tents, while others have built houses, but they all look rather casual.

The arrival of Yang Jun and his group brought a sudden burst of noise to the quiet village.

Malian Gou has about twenty households with a population of less than one hundred. When Yang Jun and his dozen or so people joined, the population reached exactly one hundred.

"Who are you?" a man in a fleece jacket called out hurriedly as he watched the group approach the village.

Unfortunately, he spoke Mongolian, and Yang Jun and the others couldn't understand a word he said.

If Yang Jun had a few months, he could probably learn the language, but now he's completely lost.

Seeing their bewildered expressions, the man seemed to have thought of something and hurriedly ran back to the group, no longer caring about them.

The man felt reassured because the group of fair-skinned young men and women looked harmless.

"Let's wait a bit. It's probably because the person who knew about it is busy with something, so no one is here to pick us up."

Wei Ran told everyone to wait where they were.

The ground was filled with complaints, after all, they had walked for two hours to get here, only to find that the people there had no idea what they were there for.

Because they were so tired, the dozen or so people simply sat down on the spot and lay down comfortably on the grass, which was quite leisurely.

It wasn't until the arrival of a few people that everyone had to get up.

An elderly man wearing a felt hat approached apologetically and said in somewhat broken Mandarin, "I am the team leader here. I only found out yesterday that students from the city were coming. I thought you would come in a while, but I didn't expect you to arrive today."

It turns out the information was delayed; no wonder they were quite surprised.

Wei Ran quickly stepped forward to negotiate.

The process was the same as in other villages; they were all assigned to live with different households.

For safety reasons, the girls live in more concentrated areas, while the boys live more freely.

After entering the team, the villagers curiously approached to see what these students from the city were like.

After watching it, I was naturally amazed.

Although some students also came from rural areas, after more than two years of being immersed in the culture, they not only had more of a scholarly air about them, but their skin had also become much fairer, making them seem out of place. In the eyes of the team members, such an image meant that they were the kind of people who could pick up a pen but not a sickle.

Regardless, at least they were able to settle down peacefully.

Yang Jun was living in a tent family. His family had two tents. Originally, his son and two daughters lived in the tents separated by a curtain. Now, Yang Jun had to give his son's place to Yang Jun. However, his son slept on the floor in the tent where he and his wife lived.

Although it's called a tent, it's actually a kind of unconventional dwelling.

Many grassland people live in tents because they migrate with their cattle and sheep to places with more abundant water and grass.

However, in Maliangou, planting and grazing are carried out together, so many people have not moved for a long time.

Moreover, this place is close to Lake Chaka, where the aquatic plants have always been quite abundant, so there is no need to migrate to other places.

Over time, people have become accustomed to living here permanently, and migrating has become quite uncomfortable.

"Brother Malha, I'll be bothering you for quite a while from now on."

At noon, Yang Jun ate lunch with Ma Erha at his house, but they communicated entirely through gestures, and Ma Erha couldn't understand a word Yang Jun said.

Even so, Marha's warm hospitality was still on full display. (End of Chapter)