Transmigrating to Ancient Times for Love and a Comfortable Retirement

When he opened his eyes again, Ling Haojing, who had been hunted down in the apocalypse, had transmigrated to ancient times. Though life here was simple, it was peaceful and stable. With no more danger to his life, Ling Haojing settled in a small village. Whatever. No one could stop him. He was going to stay home! He was going to retire early! But even though Ling Haojing had had lighters in the apocalypse, when he looked at the stove built from clods of earth, he silently put down the simple recipe he'd finally managed to find. With winter approaching, refugees from afar gathered outside the city. At the city gate, Ling Haojing bought a man who had willingly sold himself as a servant, bringing him home to do the laundry and cooking. Bai Ye worked hard and was a good cook. Ling Haojing spent his first winter in ancient times cozily tucked away at home. Only later did he learn that Bai Ye was... a new kind of being called a shuang'er? By then, the two of them had already spent an entire winter alone together under one roof. Their reputations were probably ruined. * At first, Ling Haojing planned to help Xiao Ye save up some money before sending him on his way. But the more time they spent together, the less he wanted to do that. "Yeah, I bought him to be my husband." ★ The gong's character change happens gradually. His true personality is roughly like this: "What, you think my name is hard to write?" "Ling Haojing" only has a few more strokes than "Bai Ye"! Is that really such a big deal? The man tapped the table in displeasure. "For today's homework, copy my name a hundred times." He'd only meant to scare Bai Ye, but when the other man carefully wrote his name stroke by stroke, Ling Haojing was the one who became uncomfortable. Bai Ye had never imagined he'd get the chance to learn to read and write. He wrote very carefully, without even noticing that the light had faded. Before he could finish a hundred copies, someone snatched away the paper and brush. "I'm hungry. Hurry up and make dinner." It was still early, but the man was being unreasonable. Bai Ye smiled helplessly and indulgently. "All right." * Gong whose defining adjective hasn't been figured out yet X gentle, hardworking shou [Updates every other day] Short story, around 100,000 characters. It won't be going premium while it's serialized, so you can save it to read later. The process of healing from the aftereffects of the apocalypse. A cozy, sweet slice-of-life story, with both characters healing each other and choosing each other. The gong has ice powers and is absurdly strong, so making money is easy for him. This won't be a story about slowly improving their lives through running a business. No children in the main story, but there might be some in the extras. Theme: Peaceful, carefree days