Age: My Small World

"Hehe, I'll pass. I need to go back to see my wife and kids."

Yang Jun declined Ivanov's offer. In his opinion, staying in Beixiong was worse than going back. What good was there to be found here? It was just that the industry was stronger.

But he was someone who had seen the future world, and he didn't care about the life created by these industrial conditions at all.

"You're married?" Ivanov was somewhat surprised. He was over thirty and still unmarried, yet this Eastern man in front of him, who looked to be only a teenager, was already married.

However, he could understand it, as it was said that many people in the Eastern Kingdom got married as young as thirteen or fourteen.

"Okay, then you can come to me anytime if you need anything."

He knew that Yang Jun would be staying in Kecheng for nearly a month on official business, so he specially left him an address.

Yang Jun accepted it and then watched him return safely to his unit.

As for Yang Jun, he didn't go looking for the diplomatic embassy, ​​but instead randomly found a corner and entered the small world.

He was forced to endure two days and one night of intense escape, which put him under considerable psychological pressure. Now he can finally get some rest.

So after entering the small world, he immediately went to sleep in the bamboo house.

When I woke up, it was already the next morning.

Yang Jun casually prepared two steamed buns and a large bowl of rice porridge, then sat down in front of the bamboo house to eat breakfast.

Looking at the thirty mountain peaks standing before him, he felt a great sense of accomplishment.

"This is all an empire I built myself."

Unfortunately, most of them were still bare. Even though he had tried his best to urge the flowers and plants to grow and produce new fruit, he couldn't achieve everything at once, so he could only proceed little by little.

What surprised him even more were the two stars in the sky that looked like the real sun and moon.

In his perception, the two stars were indeed real, only scaled down by countless times.

In addition, there were wind, rain, thunder, and lightning, all of which came to pass, so I won't go into detail.

Finally, his gaze fell upon the last iceberg.

Calling this place an iceberg wouldn't be an exaggeration. It's just that Yang Jun placed the most extreme weather in the small world on the top of this mountain. This is the only place where it snows all year round. The peaks are covered with thick snowflakes, and then due to evaporation and other factors, the water vapor returns to the clouds and regenerates into snowflakes.

"I really want to create another ice and snow world, but there's still too little snow and ice."

Each mountain peak is not very large, so the amount of snow and ice that can accumulate is not endless.

After taking another look at the animals in the small world, who were already running and swimming freely among dozens of mountains, he stopped paying attention to them.

He used to complain that the mountain was too small, which made it difficult for the animals to move around, but things are different now.

The area spans several kilometers, which is enough for all the animals to frolic and play freely.

The chickens and rabbits that Yang Jun had restricted in their growth regained their original reproductive rates.

To be honest, we can't possibly eat all the eggs these chickens lay every day.

After leaving the small world again, Yang Jun walked onto the streets of Kecheng.

His appearance drew some attention, but most people didn't pay him any attention at all.

The main reason is that the people in Siberia are very similar to the people in the East, so it is not surprising at all that someone like Yang Jun appears in Ke City.

Some people were still curious about his rather fair and delicate skin, which looked like someone who had never done any manual labor growing up.

Yang Jun completely ignored the stares of those around him and searched for something on the street, but found nothing after a long time.

"No wonder they made me come here for a month. It turns out this job can't be delayed. It's a one-way communication system. The people here are quite unique."

Yang Jun became increasingly bored. The thought of having to endure this for almost a month made him feel like he was about to collapse. "I guess I'll go look for the black market here and see if there's anything good there."

Yang Jun didn't believe there was any place in the world without a black market.

He began his search, mainly following groups of people who looked like they were carrying a lot of things. These people definitely knew about the black market, but you couldn't tell from their faces at all.

Sure enough, Yang Jun quickly spotted an old man wearing a tattered cotton-padded coat.

He was carrying a large bag on his back, but he quickly stopped to rest by the roadside. When people asked him what he was selling, he just smiled.

The two waited until it got dark.

To his further surprise, the bustling streets that had been quiet during the day were now gradually filled with people again.

It turns out this street served two purposes: both the official market and the black market were located here.

The timing of the black market in Beixiong is quite interesting. It's only been a short time since it got dark, around eight or nine o'clock, and the black market is already starting. Compared to those shops in the capital that open at three or four in the morning, it's definitely better, since many people find it hard to get up in the middle of the night to participate in any black market.

Yang Jun got up from the ground and followed the old man into the street.

The old man opened the bundle on his back, revealing a lot of fruit inside.

It turns out that these days, the land is mainly used for growing grains, so there is very little fruit, which has led to a gradual increase in the price of fruit. Just these fruits can fetch a good price.

Sure enough, not long after the old man set up his stall, many people flocked to it and rushed to buy his goods.

Yang Jun, who had originally wanted to help the old man solve his livelihood problem, froze for a moment. If he had gone up there, wouldn't he have looked like a clown?

He shook his head, realizing that his initial intentions were good, but he easily forgot his own stance.

Without wasting any more time with the old man, his gaze quickly flew to the other stall owners.

They sell all sorts of things here late at night.

Yang Jun even saw someone selling alcohol.

Realizing that Hu Baye hadn't yet tasted the authentic local liquor of Beixiong, he went up and bought some.

"Huh? What's this thing?"

He suddenly saw someone selling live animals, which was also Yang Jun's original target.

"Uh, could this be a bear cub?"

He stared in astonishment as an older man played with three bear cubs, one big and two small.

You have to understand that others don't have his system, so for a person to get this close to a bear, it must be through long-term practice and adaptation.

Even though there were already black bears in the small world, Yang Jun still went up and asked about the price.

"I only want to exchange items, I don't want money."

It turned out the uncle didn't need the money.

Yang Jun exchanged quite a bit of local currency, but hasn't spent much of it yet.

"Then what do you want?"

Yang Jun frowned and asked.

If it's something else that's available locally, he really can't produce it.

"Food, all I want is food."

It turns out we still need the all-powerful food. (End of Chapter)