Age: My Small World

"Hehe, boss, you still remember?"

Zhu Yong chuckled.

The old man almost rolled his eyes at him, but couldn't help but sigh and laugh, "I'm not senile anymore. With such a shrewd and capable comrade in your office, how could I forget him?"

Zhu Yong naturally knew this was true.

In fact, Yang Jun had already caught the leaders' eye, but the guy just refused to officially add an office to his name; otherwise, he would be a full-fledged official by now.

Although the office is small, it's actually quite large.

Keep in mind that this is only under the jurisdiction of the ministry. Even in the branch office, it's at the level of a full-fledged official. In other places, that level would be terrifying.

"He is, after all, a student at Peking University with a bright future. It's a real waste for him to come to the office."

After thinking it over, Zhu Yong did not, as usual, want Yang Jun to join the office, but instead told him about his choice.

Although coming to the office offers good rank and benefits, it's definitely a place where people are hidden away compared to other departments.

The old man fell into deep thought upon hearing this.

After a while, he habitually tapped the table.

"How about this, I'll arrange a suitable position for him, but you can still cooperate with him afterwards, so it's a win-win situation."

Zhu Yong's eyes lit up: "It's a blessing for this kid to have you looking after him, leader. He should bow to you more often in the future."

The old man puffed out his beard and glared, saying, "Do you think I'm dead? You still want to worship me?"

"Hehe, you know that's not what I meant."

"Alright, there's no rush. Let's talk about it after he graduates."

"It won't be long, it'll be next year or the year after."

Yang Jun is now a junior in college, with only a little over a year left.

"Okay, then that's settled. Make a note of his story, and remind me if I forget."

"okay."

In fact, the old man made this decision because Yang Jun had made too many contributions to the office over the years. In addition to Mr. Zhou writing him a letter in person, the old man felt that he should do something as well.

He believed that meritorious service must be rewarded. This was a habit he developed when he was leading troops, and it was an ironclad rule. Otherwise, who would be willing to earn merit in the future?

After the old man left, Zhu Yong finally got his seat back.

After sitting down again, he couldn't help but chuckle: "Little Yang Jun, the leader really gave you a lot of face this time."

on the grassland.

Yang Jun was unaware that his work seemed to have been arranged in advance, and he was currently secretly enjoying a delicious meal with Wei Ran and Xiao Yu'er.

Late at night, the three of them sat down next to a withered tree root, each holding a lunchbox.

"How come you even have a lunchbox?"

Although Wei Ran thought he was already incredibly powerful, he still couldn't help but be somewhat shocked every time.

Cheng Xiaoyu, on the other hand, was clearly used to it and calmly picked at her lunchbox.

"Eat it or not, it's up to you to ask so many questions."

Yang Jun secretly pinched Wei Ran's waist, making her almost gasp in surprise.

He then glared at Yang Jun fiercely before burying his head in his rice, as if he wanted to vent his anger on the food.

"Brother Xiaoshan, your cooking is still the best."

A little while later, Cheng Xiaoyu finished her meal and gave Yang Jun a thumbs up, providing excellent emotional support.

"Eat more if you like it. I have more here. Do you want some more?"

Yang Jun hadn't eaten his own box yet. "No, I've already eaten a lot for dinner. If I eat any more, I won't be able to sleep later."

It's hard to sleep if you eat too much.

"Ok."

"But you can call me anytime you want to eat it, and I can deliver it to you anytime."

"You're that capable?"

Wei Ran was surprised.

"Hehe, it's because Teacher Wei doesn't understand me at all."

Wei Ran secretly rolled her eyes at him. He was actually implying that she didn't understand him, which clearly meant he thought she didn't care about him much, right?

"Don't be too conspicuous. We're going back in two weeks. Just bear with it and it will pass."

"Yes, teacher, don't worry, we definitely won't cause any trouble."

In fact, there was no situation where they were in trouble.

On the contrary, everyone lived peacefully and safely until the last day on the grassland.

When it was time to leave, many people couldn't help but feel disappointed.

They originally thought that life on the grasslands would be about riding horses across the plains every day, but after arriving here, they discovered that there were no horses, let alone sheep, to ride.

Only Yang Jun achieved the life that everyone had hoped for.

Yang Jun was somewhat speechless at these envious glances. Did they really think being a shepherd was that easy?

In addition to solving the communication problem, you also need to build a friendly relationship with the sheepdogs. Otherwise, if the dogs don't listen to you when you go to herd sheep, how can anyone believe that you can do this job well?

Secondly, horsemanship is also essential, as riding skills are of paramount importance, since it's impossible to herd sheep back by people alone.

Then, and most importantly, the shepherds are short-handed.

Four people are enough for herding. If we really need to bring more people over, then what about planting crops? What about not harvesting the grain?
Ultimately, this is a technical skill.

If Yang Jun hadn't possessed exceptional language skills, horsemanship, and the ability to defy wolves, he wouldn't have been able to secure this appointment.

"Let's go, let's go. We'll come back and visit again sometime."

Wei Ran took the lead, and everyone followed behind her, walking towards the distance.

Behind them, everyone from Maliangou stood by the roadside to see them off.

Perhaps the time these college students spend here is not long, and they won't have many memories of it. They might forget everything after a few months.

But for the villagers of Maliangou, the impression these people left on them will probably last a lifetime.

Malha, along with his wife and son, also saw Yang Jun off, and the sound of grassland songs gradually rose from his lips.

The others joined in the singing, and the song carried far and wide across the grassland.

"This singing sounds a bit like the song sung at the bonfire party last night, but it's also a bit different."

Last night, to bid them farewell, the brigade held a bonfire party and roasted some potatoes and fresh corn.

Although it wasn't meat, everyone still had a great time last night.

Judging from their current state, it's clear that everyone still feels a slight sadness about parting.

"The lyrics of this song are roughly..."

Yang Jun volunteered to translate for the people around him.

Seeing this, some people couldn't help but exclaim, "Everyone says Yang Jun has a great talent for languages, but I've only really seen it after coming to the grasslands. He actually learned Mongolian in just a few months. That's truly remarkable."

"Yes, I've only learned three phrases in the past few months." (End of Chapter)