Age: My Small World

Chapter 366 One-eyed Old Man
Sunday.

Yang Jun rarely gets a day off, but he still has to get up early.

I got up quietly, but unexpectedly Lu Liangjun heard the noise.

"Yang Jun, so early?" He slept well. The key was that he went to bed early, so he woke up early too.

As Yang Jun put on his clothes, he replied quietly, "I have something to do outside. You guys can continue to sleep."

"Oh."

Lu Liangjun muttered something, but did not fall asleep. He stared at the bed in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking.

After a quick wash, Yang Jun put on a white short-sleeved shirt, a military green jacket, black trousers, and Liberation shoes, and went out directly.

Today's men's hairstyles are actually quite trendy. When you walk down the street, you can see a lot of traces of hair wax. Slicked-back and middle-parted styles are common, but Yang Jun has a simple messy hairstyle with the sides and back shaved off, making him look very energetic.

It's only around seven in the morning, but it's already quite lively outside the school gate.

Instead of rushing to the place Zhu Yong gave him, he first went to the place where breakfast was sold.

Because there are so many students here, there are also many people who open shops here.

I randomly found a dumpling shop and prepared to have some dumplings for breakfast.

Such shops are more convenient because they do not accept food coupons, and many people come to eat there, mainly students.

After Yang Jun entered the store, he found that it was a husband-and-wife shop. A man and a woman were busy, one was rolling out the dumpling wrappers and wrapping the stuffing, while the other was making the dumplings and collecting money. They were very busy and happy.

"Boss, give me a bowl of 8 liang dumplings."

There are only six dumplings in one ounce, which is not satisfying.

Yang Jun had unknowingly gotten used to the northerners' habit of eating large amounts of food.

People in the south don't eat dumplings very often. They only eat about ten dumplings per meal, or even five or six. But in fact, everyone often mixes other things into their meals, such as drinking some soup, eating some vegetables, etc., so it's not just dumplings. In the north, people actually eat dozens of dumplings until they are full, so the comparison cannot be made.

"Little comrade, can you finish all this?"

The boss looked at Yang Jun, who was tall but well-proportioned, and did not look like a child with a big appetite, so he kindly reminded him.

"It's okay, I have a big appetite and can eat."

The boss immediately smiled innocently: "Okay, I'll give you two more."

Nowadays, doing business requires reality. The boss said that it would be more than just two more, four or five more, and eight taels became nine taels.

After Yang Jun thanked him, he found a seat and sat down.

There were 8-person tables with long benches, and every table was occupied, so he moved to the table opposite to one with fewer people.

"Comrade, can we share a table?"

"Please help yourself." The classmate sitting at the same table was a boy. He looked very happy when eating dumplings. He seemed to be savoring the taste of each bite. In the end, he even drank up the soy sauce used to dip the dumplings.

Judging from his clothes, his living conditions were probably not that good. He could only eat dumplings occasionally, which must be due to his frugality.

It doesn’t mean that you can’t improve your meals occasionally if your life is hard. On the contrary, having a good meal occasionally can help to increase your self-confidence in life.

Yang Jun's originally casual heart suddenly became serious.

Perhaps he had been neglecting the food itself.

When a large plate of dumplings was served, he focused all his attention on it.

Two dipping sauces were prepared, one for vinegar and one for soy sauce.

It’s a pity there is no chili oil, otherwise he would prefer to eat it with chili oil.

He ate one dipped in vinegar first. The moment it entered his mouth, he seemed to have joined a certain belief and tried his best to experience the taste of the food.

Delicious, juicy and fragrant.

Then the slight acetic acid smell on the outside greatly stimulates the taste, making your mouth water and making you want to eat another one.

"Delicious!" Yang Jun could understand those who were addicted to food for a moment. For the first time, he felt like he was really eating.

It took me a full half hour to finish the meal, mainly because the process was much slower and I no longer swallowed the food whole, which would have prevented me from tasting anything.

Even after eating so much, his stomach still didn't swell up. He went out and rode his bike, heading straight east. Guijie Street was probably one of the more famous places in Beijing, as it had been quite prosperous since the Ming Dynasty.

By the Qing Dynasty, Guijie had become a complete commercial street.

Yang Jun thought that the person Zhu Yong asked him to find should live in a very secret place, but who knew it would be in such a bustling place, almost comparable to Wangfujing.

Of course, we still went to the alley to look for people.

Walking along Yangguan Hutong, Yang Jun finally stopped in front of an independent courtyard.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door.

After a while, a voice came from inside.

"Who?"

"Mr. Zhu introduced it."

"Creaky~" the door opened and Yang Jun saw the figure inside.

Unlike what he had imagined, the person inside was actually blind in one eye, and the only remaining eye looked particularly smart, staring straight at Yang Jun.

"come in."

He was about fifty years old, with gray hair, but he was not as leisurely and relaxed as Mr. Hu had been in the past. Instead, he was always straight as a pine tree. Yang Jun had some guesses about his identity.

"Did Zhu Yong ask you to come?" The old man was serious and his words were sharp.

"Yes." Yang Jun also began to adapt to the temperament of the temporary master in front of him.

"Well, then come with me."

The one-eyed old man turned around and started walking out. It turned out that the training location was not here.

But come to think of it, this class teaches marksmanship, which is not very suitable in the city.

When he went out, he rode a bike. Fortunately, he rode a bike.

The old man rode the bike very steadily, and the old bicycle under his feet felt like a ten-year-old ox.

Heading east, we were out of the city in no time.

The capital city now is not as big as it is in later generations. It is only the area of the second ring road. Even many buildings are inherited from decades ago and look quite retro. Therefore, it is quite easy to leave the city. Just ride a few kilometers. More than ten kilometers can cross the entire city.

After more than an hour, the two finally arrived at a place that seemed deserted.

Yang Jun couldn't help but twitch his lips, because this was the Xishan area, which was not far from Beijing University. This meant that he rode back and forth for more than two hours today, which was considered a round trip.

The old man didn't know what he was thinking, nor did he need to know.

He got out of the car and went in one direction on his own.

Yang Jun hurried to follow.

After passing through layers of forest, a wooden house appeared in front of us.

The old man pushed the door open and walked in. It seemed that he was the owner of the place.

"Wait here for a moment, I'll go get something ready."

Yang Jun did as he was told and waited obediently.

But after extending his mental power, he clearly saw the old man digging out a wooden box from a wooden stake.

After opening the wooden box, there were two long objects wrapped in oil paper inside.

When he opened it again, what appeared in Yang Jun's eyes was a real sniper rifle.

The old man looked at the gun, then shook his head and wrapped it up again. He then picked up the oil paper package next to it and opened it, revealing two pistols. There were also magazines and bullets in the wooden box, so he was not worried about missing bullets.

He returned with a gun, pushed open the wooden house, and seeing that Yang Jun did not move, he nodded.

"Let's go, I'll take you to practice."

(End of this chapter)