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

The courtyard gate was pushed open, and a tall, thin man walked in.

He looked older than Chang Kun, around twenty-six or twenty-seven, with his hair neatly combed and slicked back with hair oil.

He was wearing a half-new blue work uniform, unbuttoned, with his shirt open, revealing a wrinkled white undershirt underneath.

He wore a pair of black cloth shoes, and walked with a dragging gait, the soles scraping against the ground with a screeching sound.

She bears a resemblance to her aunt in terms of her eyebrows and eyes, especially her chin and the way her mouth turns down when she smiles—they're practically identical.

Chang Kun recognized him at a glance; this was Fan Degui's youngest son, Fan Laibao.

Fan Laibao entered the room, first glancing at Chang Kun, then scanning him up and down, before looking at Xiao Shui squatting by the door. He raised an eyebrow, then turned and called out to Fan Degui.

"Father, who is this? You didn't even say anything when someone came."

Fan Degui quickly stepped forward: "This is your sister's nephew, Chang Kun, who came from Beijing. This is Xiao Shui, your sister's daughter."

Fan Laibao glanced at Chang Kun again, this time his gaze lingered for a couple more seconds, and he gave a slight twitch of his lips as a greeting.

He took two steps into the main room, looked at the octagonal table, and saw the enamel mug and the opened package of peach shortbread on the table.

The peach shortbread was brought by Chang Kun. Fan Laibao reached out and grabbed a piece, then called out to Fan Degui.

"Dad, we've got guests and you're not even going to cook? Hurry up and prepare a few dishes, then go get some wine so we can have a good drink with our relatives."

He paused, then added, "Go out and buy some cured pork to stir-fry, and also make an egg and some peanuts."

His tone was extremely casual, as if he were ordering a servant around.

Chang Kun felt uncomfortable after hearing this; what kind of son talks to his father like that?

Fan Degui responded and walked towards the stove.

Chang Kun stood up and said to Fan Degui, "Grandpa Fan, don't bother, I won't eat here, I have something to do later."

Upon hearing this, Fan Laibao's eyes lit up, and he stuffed the half-piece of peach shortbread in his hand into his mouth.

"Okay then, Dad, give me a few dollars and some food coupons, and I'll take my relatives out to eat!"

As he spoke, he smacked his lips, indicating that he hadn't eaten out in a long time and needed to take the opportunity to have a good meal.

Chang Kun glanced at him and had an idea in his mind.

He was looking forward to teaching the kid a lesson, so he said, "No need to trouble yourself, this meal is on me."

Fan Laibao paused for a moment, waved his hand, and turned to call out to Fan Degui.

"That won't do! How can a guest pay for their meal? Dad, you'd better hurry..."

Chang Kun had already started walking out: "Alright, don't be so polite, let's go."

Fan Laibao hesitated for a second, but the slight embarrassment on his face disappeared in an instant, and he quickly followed.

While muttering "I'm so embarrassed," he didn't slow down at all.

Xiao Shui stood up from the doorway, looked up at Chang Kun, and asked, "Big brother, I want to go too!"

Chang Kun bent down and ruffled her hair: "You stay home with Grandpa. Your older brother will be back soon with some treats."

My granddaughter rarely comes back, so she should spend more time with her grandfather. It's no big deal if she has to eat out a little more.

Fan Laibao pushed the bicycle out of the shed, patted the seat, and smiled smugly: "This bike took a lot of effort to build."

As he spoke, he climbed onto the car, braced himself with his feet, and beckoned Chang Kun to get on.

This kid, when he goes out to eat, he only thinks about himself and doesn't think about his parents at all.

Chang Kun sat in the back seat, and Fan Laibao pedaled hard, causing the car to lurch forward.

Fan Laibao rode slowly, occasionally pressing the bell twice, which rang out as he passed through the alley and turned onto the main road.

"Isn't this car awesome? You have no idea how long I begged my mom. I cried and threw a tantrum for three days straight before they finally gave in and bought it for me."

He spoke with no trace of shame, but rather as if he were saying something worth boasting about.

"Life is so comfortable now." Fan Laibao pedaled his bicycle and began to plan his future life.

"Once I get that job, my wife and I can earn fifty or sixty yuan a month. Then we'll have wine and meat every day. Tsk tsk, that's what I call a good life."

Chang Kun sat in the back seat, his anger slowly rising.

What a beast! This isn't just sponging off his parents; he's practically drinking their blood!

Fan Laibao got more and more excited as he talked. He took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, held the handle with one hand, and held the cigarette between his other hand, his posture quite professional.

Chang Kun listened for a while, then suddenly asked, "How are your mother's eyes? I heard they're not very good?"

Fan Laibao paused for a moment, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He squinted and thought for a moment, then waved his hand dismissively.

"It's an old problem, what's there to say? It's been going on for a while, it'll get better in time."

Chang Kun frowned deeply.

He couldn't see Fan Laibao's expression from the back seat, but he could tell just from his tone.

There was no worry or even concern in his tone, as if he were talking about something that had nothing to do with him, and he couldn't even be bothered to be perfunctory.

Chang Kun held back for a moment: "Isn't there a famine at home? Why don't you think about your parents?"

Fan Laibao's hand trembled, and the cigarette ash fell out. He then gave a wry smile.

"You have no idea how tough things are for me too. I'm living on a tight budget, and I only smoke the cheapest cigarettes. Look at these clothes I've been wearing for years."

He looked down and tugged at his half-new work clothes, pursing his lips.

"Once I get a job, won't I need to buy myself some decent clothes? And if I have children, won't I need to plan ahead? I have a whole family to support, where would I get that kind of spare money?"

Chang Kun's anger flared up as he listened.

What kind of language is this kid talking about?

His mother was almost blind, and his father dragged his ailing leg to work as a gatekeeper at the mine. The family was deeply in debt.

He, on the other hand, cried and made a fuss about buying a bicycle, riding it around everywhere, smoking, going to restaurants, and planning how to spend his monthly salary of fifty or sixty yuan, without even bothering to mention his parents' difficulties.

Chang Kun took a deep breath. If this wasn't his aunt's younger brother, he would have kicked the kid off the car.

Fan Laibao kept talking as he pedaled his bike.

"You have no idea, when I ask my parents for money, they only give me one or two yuan at a time, they're so stingy, they only give me money once every few times."

"Ask my wife for it? Heh, don't even mention it. She'd be embarrassed as soon as I opened my mouth, saying I wasn't capable enough."

He smacked his lips, shook his head, and looked miserable. "Tell me, do you think my life is easy?"

Chang Kun curled his lip. "A grown man, even if he doesn't have a job, can't he do anything with his hands and feet? Why does he have to leech off his parents and wife?"

Fan Laibao rode a few more steps, then suddenly remembered something, turned around and asked, "Those bags on the floor at home, did my sister bring them?"

Chang Kun hummed in agreement.

Fan Laibao's eyes lit up, and he leaned forward again, lowering his voice: "Did my sister... ask you to bring money back?"

Chang Kun hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell the truth and see what kind of trouble this kid was up to.

"I brought it."

Fan Laibao's spirits lifted, and he straightened his back immediately.