Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

Those who participated in this operation included not only the police station and their railway police, but also the public security brigade and the neighborhood committee staff.

These migrant workers have probably never been treated with such seriousness since birth, and they all looked terrified.

Four tables were set up on one side of the platform. Chang Kun and his group were in charge of registration, while the others led the vagrants over one by one.

If it weren't for the joint efforts of several departments and the availability of manpower, some vagrants might have taken the opportunity to slip away.

On both sides of the platform, every few meters, stood police officers wearing peaked caps.

At that time, people had a deep-seated awe for the police. If a policeman glared at them, they would be so frightened that their legs would go weak.

In later generations, things were different. With the emphasis on human rights, some people, when faced with the police, would often shout the famous slogan, "The police are beating people!"

These migrant workers came from all over the country and spoke various local dialects. Xiao Yu sat at the table, scratching his head in frustration, because he really couldn't understand them.

Chang Kun chuckled, never expecting that his already acquired dialect proficiency would be put to use here.

"Holy crap! Chang Kun, you can even understand that?"

Seeing Chang Kun recording information about migrant workers so fluently, Xiao Yu and Hou Jun, who were also recording nearby, stared wide-eyed.

This isn't like hunting or catching gamblers, where you can succeed just by being lucky.

Without years of exposure to local dialects, conversations between people from different regions are practically nonsensical.

"Junior brother, what other skills haven't you shown us? It seems like you can do everything. I'd believe you if you said you could have a baby one day!"

Hou Jun was extremely impressed with Chang Kun.

Xiao Yu and Xiao Lü, who were standing to the side, nodded in agreement frantically. Chang Kun's ability to do 10 things was simply outrageous.

Chang Kun glared at the three of them. Having many skills was good, but he had no desire to learn how to have children.

"Chang Kun, you oversee the translation and let them write it down." Lei Guohong saw the potential and felt that Chang Kun could understand the dialects of every migrant worker. Without much thought, the migrant worker line stretched out in just a few minutes.

"Everyone behave yourselves and don't push!"

Other police officers strolled around the group. The vagrants who had been trying to cause trouble were immediately frightened into behaving themselves by the police officers' glares.

After working for most of the morning, Chang Kun translated while the others took notes. Four or five hundred people had already been registered, and more migrant workers were still being sent over.

This is like taking advantage of the fact that they arrested all the vagrants on the streets of Beijing right after the National Day holiday!

If it were just the Gulou area, there definitely wouldn't be so many migrant workers.

As noon approached, the migrant workers, who hadn't had a drop of water since morning, began to stir.

If it were just a lack of food, they could lie down to conserve their energy, but as the group slowly moved forward, their remaining strength began to run out.

The vast majority of migrants are unwilling to be deported. At this time, with so many hungry people gathered together, if there is any disturbance, it could lead to a major incident.

Historically, people only rebel when they are starving.

Some of the migrant workers brought their families with them, and the elderly and children were even weaker. Some of them could no longer stand and started to squat on the ground.

"Quickly, those in front, get on the train first!" Seeing the situation was getting out of hand, a staff member urged the migrant workers who had finished registering to get on the train first.

As long as the people who boarded the bus were sent away, even if they starved to death on the way, it was not the responsibility of these organizations that repatriated the migrant workers.

However, trains can only depart one at a time, and these migrant workers come from all over the country, so it's impossible for them to ride on the same train.

Seeing that someone had already fainted and was lying on the ground, Zhang Qingfeng hurriedly ordered someone to bring hot water and thin porridge.

But his railway section had very little food stored up. The porridge he made was so thin you could see your reflection in it, hardly enough to fill his hungry stomach.

"Damn it, who the hell organized this? Why can't they repatriate people in batches? They're all stuck here now, and if we wait any longer, something terrible might happen!" Zhang Qingfeng was so anxious that his throat was burning.

Chang Kun wiped the sweat from his forehead; he was also very anxious.

As someone who was reborn from a later era, he felt the famine of the past two years even more keenly, since several members of his own family had starved to death during that time.

Seeing the plight of the migrants, he felt compelled to help.

The source of the food in the space is unknown. If it were just a few kilograms, that would be fine, but to help so many people, at least a hundred kilograms are needed.

These grains cannot appear out of thin air.

Chang Kun's eyes lit up as his gaze swept over the various crops in the space. He had an idea!

"Brother Monkey, you guys register first, I'll go find the section chief."

Before anyone could respond, Chang Kun walked directly up to Zhang Qingfeng.

Zhang Qingfeng paced anxiously back and forth on the platform. He watched as the commotion in the crowd grew louder and louder, but he was helpless. Although the police were armed, he couldn't very well point his guns at these poor disaster victims!

I'm afraid something really bad might happen in a little while!

Just then, Chang Kun approached and said, "Section Chief."

Upon seeing Chang Kun, Zhang Qingfeng's eyes lit up. This kid always helped him solve problems whenever he encountered difficulties; he was practically a lucky charm.

"Chang Kun? Any ideas?" He gestured with his chin towards the noisy crowd.

"Section Chief, I have a way to get a batch of sweet potato stems. We can use these to fill their stomachs a little."

"Oh? That's great! Go quickly!"

Zhang Qingfeng urged him on, knowing that Chang Kun would never disappoint him.

When people are hungry, even sweet potato stems can be considered a delicacy.

As long as they have food, these migrant workers won't cause any trouble.

Chang Kun quickly ran to a corner and filled five large sacks with sweet potato stems, each sack weighing fifty or sixty pounds.

He thought about it again, but couldn't resist and ground out another twenty catties of rice from his spatial storage.

I imagine no one will investigate the origin of this small amount of food.

Instead of returning to the platform, he went directly to the company cafeteria.

"Master Zhu, boil these sweet potato stems first, then put the rice in the pot to speed up the cooking process."

"Hey, I know!" Old Master Zhu replied. The section chief had been running around the canteen several times that morning, trying to find something to cook for the migrant workers.

Unfortunately, the unit didn't have much food stored up.

"Chang Kun, you're really something! These sweet potato stems are so fresh, and this rice is a special variety—every grain is plump!"

Are you sure you cooked all that rice?

Chang Kun nodded: "We're waiting for an emergency at the platform; we can't worry about anything else!"

Master Zhu gave a thumbs-up: "Your generous nature is truly that of a true Beijing man!"

Sweet potato stems are easy to cook; just blanch them in hot water a few times. Master Zhu arranged for his apprentice to transport them to the platform.

There weren't enough bowls and chopsticks in the village, and people weren't so particular about these things. Each team had two bowls, and each person would drink a bowl of soup and eat five or six sweet potato stalks before passing it on to the next person.

Chang Kun also came to the platform and saw the originally noisy crowd gradually quiet down, which put his mind at ease.

"You're really generous, kid. These sweet potato stems must weigh several hundred pounds, right? In the countryside, that's enough to buy several wives," Zhang Qingfeng said with a chuckle, patting Chang Kun on the shoulder.

Chang Kun curled his lip: "What's there to be reluctant about? I don't care to eat this stuff."

He remembered that in later generations, these things were used to feed pigs in the countryside, but in these days they had become life-saving food.