The next day, Li Long slept until the sun was high before getting up.
He was not deliberately lying in, nor was he tired. He simply felt listless and did not want to get up.
By the time he got up, Li Jianguo and Liang Yuemei had already gone to the fields, and Li Juan and Li Qiang had left early for school. Apart from the occasional squeal from the pigs, the only sounds in the yard came from the hens foraging with their chicks.
The sunlight was not too strong yet. Li Long went to the kitchen and found breakfast still covered: porridge, steamed buns, and vegetables.
He leisurely finished his breakfast, washed his bowl, and sat in a daze for a while. Then he returned to his East Room, spread a cloth on the floor, and began cleaning his guns.
While he had been in the mountains, Li Jianguo had dismantled the heated brick beds in both rooms and replaced them with steel-pipe beds.
The steel-pipe beds were simple: two end frames connected with angle iron to form a rectangle, with wooden boards laid across the middle.
With the heated walls, heated brick beds, and stoves removed, the rooms had become considerably more spacious.
Ever since that shot had wounded a red deer without getting him anything, Li Long had known that the Small-Bore was still too weak for hunting in the mountains. He would have to switch to the Type 56 Semi-Automatic Rifle.
He carefully cleaned the Small-Caliber Rifle, wiped it inside and out with an oiled gun cloth, and put it into its case.
That one could wait until winter, when he hunted hares, foxes, and the like.
The Type 56 felt heavy in his hands. Li Long took it apart piece by piece, carefully wiped