Age: My Small World

Chapter 512 Hot Spring
"Eat it, Brother Xiaoshan. I know you love bamboo shoots the most, so I went out of my way to find some. There are just enough for me to make stir-fried bamboo shoots with meat."

Spring bamboo shoots have just become edible, and it is not easy for Cheng Xiaoyu to find them.

Yang Jun felt her sincerity and his appetite increased greatly.

He first picked up a piece of food for her with his chopsticks and said, "You should eat more too. You've worked hard all day."

The little girl smiled happily while holding the bowl: "No, I'm not tired at all. When I was working, I thought about you coming home quickly, and time passed by in a flash."

Yang Jun paused, reached out and touched her head without saying anything.

After finishing the meal, Yang Jun felt very bloated and quickly unbuckled his belt.

He made this belt himself using wolfskin, which is not as good as cowhide.

"Why are you so full today?" Cheng Xiaoyu massaged his shoulders and asked in confusion.

She always made it according to Yang Jun's normal appetite, and this amount was just right.

"Is it because I'm old that I eat less?" Yang Jun joked.

The girl patted his head gently and said, "Humph, if you are old, then I am also in my seventies or eighties."

"Brother Xiaoshan, since you're full, go and rest for a while. I'll wash the dishes and boil water for you to wash your feet."

Look at this virtuous attitude, she is definitely a role model for the daughter-in-law at home.

"Xiao Yu'er, you're already working like this before you even get home. Don't be afraid that I'll assign you work every day when you get home."

Yang Jun's words didn't make Cheng Xiaoyu feel emotional at all. She washed the dishes and said with a cheerful smile, "It's like this at home."

"If Aunt Li wants to, then I'll do all the housework for me. I have no problem with that."

Yang Jun cheated a little using the small world to relieve his stomach.

Then he stood up and hugged Cheng Xiaoyu from behind: "Who in this world could be better than my Xiaoyuer?"

"I'll help you." He rolled up his sleeves, but was slapped on the hand by Cheng Xiaoyu.

"The kitchen is my place, don't make trouble."

"Oh, you still have territorial awareness."

Yang Jun knew that she simply didn't want him to work.

"Okay, I'll boil some water and wash your feet later."

"No, I'll be done soon. I'll do it later."

She wanted to take on all the work, but Yang Jun didn't intend to exploit this silly girl for the rest of her life.

Husband and wife are supposed to understand and love each other for a lifetime. How can they treat their partner as a slave?

The water was boiled and Cheng Xiaoyu had just finished her work.

She took out two foot basins, poured half a basin of hot water into each, and then went to the water tank to get half a basin of cold water.

In this way, although the water in the basin is still relatively hot, it will not scald people.

"Brother Xiaoshan, come and wash your feet."

"I'm coming."

Yang Jun did as he was told, and soon the two of them sat in front of the kang and soaked their feet.

"Wow, it's really comfortable to soak your feet in this winter."

"Brother Xiaoshan, I heard from Li Jia and the others that there's a bathhouse nearby where you can take a bath. It's like taking a bath in a hot spring. It's said to be very comfortable. Did you know about this?"

Yang Jun was stunned for a moment, then shook his head decisively: "Then going to a bathhouse or hot spring bathing means a group of people bathing together, can you accept it?"

"Ah?" Cheng Xiaoyu was stunned.

"Aren't you going to soak alone?"

She had never been to the bathhouse before, but there was a private shower room in the school, which was probably one of the biggest advantages of the new campus of the School of Physical Education.

Because of this, Cheng Xiaoyu has never taken a bath with many girls.

"Of course not."

She shook her head decisively: "Then I won't go."

“Just thinking about so many people taking a bath together gives me goosebumps. How do they adapt to it?” In this regard, Cheng Xiaoyu is not at all bold as a Shandong native. Instead, she is more like a southern girl.

"Okay, if you don't want to go, then don't go."

Although he said that, Yang Jun was thinking of building a hot spring in the small world for fun. A bathtub would also be fine. Hot water could be stored near the stone platform, so he wouldn't need to change the water, which would be very convenient.

After washing her feet, Cheng Xiaoyu went to pour out the water.

Then the two of them squeezed onto the kang and pulled the quilt to cover themselves.

"Brother Xiaoshan, are you tired?" Seeing that he did not rush over to hug her immediately, Cheng Xiaoyu asked considerately.

Yang Jun, who was originally thinking about how to create a hot spring, stopped thinking about it and immediately hugged the girl in his arms.

"I'll be tired? Xiaoyu'er, you underestimate your fiancé."

After saying that, he pulled her into the quilt.

……

The next day.

Yang Jun said something to Cheng Xiaoyu and then left.

Today, I made an appointment with Li Wei and the old man to go to the mountains in the west, and we can't be late.

However, even though he arrived at the old place early in the morning, he still saw that the old man had already arrived.

"Master Li, good morning."

Li Weitong just nodded and then rode towards the West Mountain.

Compared to the mountain below, the mountain is still covered in white, and the snowflakes have not melted yet.

The two walked on the snow and came to the wooden house they had been in before.

"You come with me."

This time, the old man did not carry him on his back to get the gun, but took him with him, and the two of them walked together to the wooden stake where he hid the gun.

After digging out the box, the old man stretched out his gloved hand, carefully took out his gun, and stroked it carefully with his hand.

His eyes seemed to be filled with memories as he said, "This old friend has been with me for most of my life. I've killed countless enemies with it. It's stained red with blood."

Yang Jun nodded. No wonder the gun looked dark red. This was the reason.

"I still remember, 1937..."

The old man began to tell the origin of the gun, and the history was astonishing.

He snatched it from an enemy. At that time, he didn't even have a weapon and could only throw stones. Fortunately, he killed an enemy and seized the gun.

From then on, this gun followed him everywhere, in battles and campaigns, and it stained his blood for more than ten years, killing countless people.

"Here, take it."

The old man pondered for a long time and finally handed him the gun.

"From now on, this gun is given to you. I hope you won't bury it."

He didn't think the gun was good, but he hoped that Yang Jun could do better, better than him.

Yang Jun subconsciously spread his hands and took it.

Then he was stunned and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"Me? I'm fine with whatever I want."

He said as he pulled out another gun from the box.

"Come on, I'll teach you real killing skills."

Yang Jun's interest increased sharply. This was the goal he wanted, and he was ready to attack his opponent.

In fact, his shooting skills were already quite good, but facing the oppression from old man Li Weitong, he returned to his novice days.

"Bang!" The birds that had been hiding in their nests in the mountains and forests during the winter were shaken and flew out in all directions.

After a bullet hit the location designated by the old man, Yang Jun put away his gun with quick and decisive movements.

(End of this chapter)