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

Unable to persuade Chang Kun, Fan Degui sighed and slowly sat down, holding onto the edge of the table.

"When that brat calls for reinforcements, I'll stand in front and block him. I want to see if he really dares to beat up his own father!"

Chang Kun shook his head and smiled, changing the subject: "Grandpa Fan, what are you planning to do in the future? Judging by Fan Laibao's behavior, can you really count on him when you get old?"

That's a very direct question.

Fan Degui paused for a moment, holding the enamel mug, and remained silent.

The old woman stood at the door, wiping her eyes with her sleeve: "What are we hoping for? We never expected him to support us in our old age. We'll be content as long as he can give us a bite to eat and we don't starve."

Fan Degui snorted, "It's all your fault for spoiling him! You've spoiled him since he was a child, and that's how he turned out!"

"Your parents only eat one meal a day, while he eats out at restaurants. Can't you see that? Are you blind...?"

"Never mind, your eyesight isn't good to begin with, I won't say anything more."

He glanced at the old lady, then swallowed the rest of his words and sighed heavily.

"With someone like him, forget about cleaning up our excrement and urine; even if we were dying of thirst, he wouldn't even pour us a sip of hot water."

The old lady lowered her head, not daring to refute.

Fan Degui continued, his words tinged with an indescribable bitterness.

"At first, I thought that if I found him a wife, he would settle down and things would get better."

"Who knew this bastard would even lie to his own wife, pocketing her dowry and salary."

"Tell me, what kind of mess is this? I'm so sorry to my in-laws. Their perfectly good daughter married into this family and is now suffering like this."

"Grandpa Fan, he's like this now, don't count on him."

"Once he starts working, we should make him move out as soon as possible to stop him from causing trouble for the family."

"He'll never go hungry if he has a job. He can live his own life, and you two old folks can have some peace and quiet."

These words were spoken by Chang Kun on behalf of his aunt. Why bother with a son like that? He'll only drag her down with him sooner or later.

Fan Degui nodded without saying a word.

"After we return to the capital, I will ask my aunt if she would be willing to take you two to live in the capital."

Upon hearing this, Fan Degui waved his hands repeatedly.

"No, no, we won't go. Our daughter has finally gotten a little better off; if we go, we'll just be a burden to her."

"We've lived here our whole lives, we never go anywhere else."

He paused, then lowered his voice.

"As for that bastard, I've solved his job problem, which means I've fulfilled my responsibilities as a father. He can live his life on his own from now on; I can't control him anymore."

The old lady stood to the side, her lips moved several times, and finally she whispered something.

"But what if he loses his wife and can't even afford a hot meal? What will he do then...?"

Hearing these protective words, Fan Degui's temper flared up again, and he slammed his hand on the table.

"Still heating up the food? Look at yourself first! Your eyes are almost blind, who's ever cared about you?"

"Go ahead and spoil him! Spoil him all you want! Let's see who's going to bring you a bowl of water when he dies!"

The old lady shrugged and fell silent.

Xiao Shui, who had been squatting by the door, stood up at this moment, holding Fan Degui's hand with one hand and the old lady's hand with the other, tilting her head up, her voice crisp and clear.

"Grandma and Grandpa, why don't you go live in the capital? We have room at my house."

"My mom is pregnant, so you can help take care of my little brother when you go."

The little girl tilted her head back, her eyes bright, and started laughing as she spoke, as if her grandparents had already agreed to her request.

Chang Kun glanced at Xiao Shui's serious little expression but didn't say anything.

The elderly couple refused to go to the capital, fearing it would cause trouble for their daughter, so he didn't try to persuade them further.

He was thinking to himself that he definitely couldn't keep this from his aunt.

Anyway, my aunt and uncle have good jobs now, one works at a state-run restaurant and the other at a grain station, so the family doesn't lack food.

When the baby is born, someone will need to take care of it. It would be better for the elderly couple to go there and have a lively time than to suffer this humiliation in Tangshan.

While we're at it, we can also get rid of that kid Fan Laibao. It's a win-win situation.

Fan Degui didn't want to talk about that bastard son anymore, so he changed the subject.

"Let's not talk about that anymore, Xiao Kun, what do you and Xiao Shui want to eat? Do you want some Xiao Shan fried cakes? How about honey sesame candy?"

As soon as Xiao Shui heard about something delicious, her ears perked up: "What's fried cake?"

Fan Degui laughed: "Fried cake is fried cake. It's made of glutinous rice flour, filled with bean paste, and then deep-fried in oil until it's crispy on the outside and sticky and sweet on the inside."

Xiao Shui swallowed hard, her eyes lighting up.

Seeing how much she wanted it, Fan Degui added a few more: "There's also fried mung bean noodles, made from mung bean flour. They're cut into pieces and fried in a pan until the skin is crispy and the inside is tender. You eat them with sesame sauce and minced garlic."

"Have you ever tried shrimp paste? Add some to scrambled eggs, it's salty and savory, and it's delicious with rice. It just depends on whether you like it or not."

Chang Kun said either way is fine, it depends on what Xiao Shui likes.

Seeing that Xiao Shui was listening in a daze, Fan Degui became even more interested and said, "The swimming crabs are at their fattest this season. I'll go buy a few and steam them for you to try."

Xiao Shui's eyes widened suddenly: "Crabs! Big brother took us to eat big crabs last time, they were so fresh, but the shells were too hard to bite into."

Fan Degui beamed, "Grandpa will peel them for you. Grandpa is the best at peeling crabs."

"When your grandma was young, she loved to eat crabs. I peeled them all for her; she never lifted a finger to eat them herself."

Xiao Shui cheered and circled around Fan Degui twice, her braids flying in the air.

The air inside the room finally felt a bit lighter.

Fan Degui stood up, turned around and said to Chang Kun, "Come on, Xiao Kun, come with me to buy things. My legs aren't good, so you can help me carry them."

Chang Kun glanced at him and understood.

The old man was trying to send himself away, afraid that Fan Laibao would come back with his men and run into them.

It's their own son's fault for being beaten, but if a relative is beaten at their doorstep, the elderly couple will never be able to face their daughter again.

Not wanting to put the elderly couple in a difficult position, Chang Kun changed his approach.

"Grandpa Fan, your legs aren't good, don't run around. I'll go shopping, I'll take a stroll around."

Fan Degui thought about it and agreed, as long as Chang Kun was sent away so he wouldn't get beaten up.

He turned to reach for the money in his pocket, but Chang Kun had already stepped out the door, saying without turning back, "I have money."

It's not appropriate to do this at home, and it would be embarrassing to beat their son too badly in front of them.

As for Xiaoshui, just leave her at home and don't let her see any violent scenes.

Chang Kun left the alley but didn't head towards the market. Instead, he turned a corner and went towards the patch of wasteland outside the alley.

In autumn, the grass begins to turn yellow, and the wormwood stalks, which are half a person tall, become brittle and rustle in the wind, just right.

He stood at the edge of the wasteland, and had just lit a cigarette when he heard the jingling of a bicycle bell.

Seven or eight bicycles rushed over aggressively.

From afar, one could hear Fan Laibao's hoarse, croaking voice.

"That's the kid! Brother Dao, that's the kid who hit me!"

"You dare to be so arrogant even in Tangshan's territory!"

"You have to avenge me!"