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

Chang Kun grabbed Fan Laibao by the back of his neck, and Fan Laibao's legs kicked in the air a few times, like a rabbit being held up.

He shouted in a hoarse voice behind him.

"Brother Dao! Don't just stand by and watch!"

"Attack! Attack together! Save me!"

Dao Ge exchanged glances with the people next to him. They looked at each other, but didn't move.

One of the thugs whispered, "Brother Dao, even if we can't beat them, we can't just run away like this."

"Laibao is one of ours, and he just let someone take him away like this. How are we supposed to get along with him now?"

Dao Ge didn't reply, his eyes fixed on Chang Kun, his lips pressed tightly together.

Chang Kun shoved Fan Laibao to the ground. Fan Laibao staggered a few steps and almost fell again. When he looked up and saw Chang Kun looking at him, his legs started to tremble again.

"This Fan Laibao cheated his parents out of their money, and he cheated his wife out of her dowry and wages. He didn't care that his father was lame, and he didn't care that his mother was going blind."

"The three of you at home eat only one meal a day, while you're out eating out and riding your bicycle all by yourself."

Fan Laibao's face turned pale instantly, and he abruptly turned to look at Dao Ge and his group.

Dao Ge's eyebrows furrowed into a knot, and the person next to him gaped, forgetting to smoke.

Fan Laibao panicked and took a step forward, reaching out to grab Chang Kun's sleeve, but Chang Kun raised his hand to block him.

His voice was filled with panic and tears.

"You're talking nonsense! What nonsense are you talking about! Don't talk nonsense!"

Then she turned to Dao Ge and shouted, "Dao Ge, don't listen to his nonsense! It's not true, he made it up!"

Chang Kun looked at him without saying a word.

Fan Laibao turned to look at Chang Kun, his eyes bloodshot.

"We're relatives, how could you do this to me!"

If this reputation for being a burden to his parents gets out, how will he ever be able to face the world again?

What do his buddies think of him?

He took a step forward, and his voice suddenly changed.

"If you dare to talk nonsense, I'll go to the capital tomorrow and stay at your sister's house! I'll sit in front of your sister's house every day! You believe me?"

Chang Kun looked at him, his eyes turning cold.

Fan Laibao softened again, his voice trembling.

"We're really close relatives. I was wrong, I was wrong, okay? Please forgive me this time. I'll go back and change, I promise I will..."

Seeing that begging for mercy was useless, he mustered his strength from somewhere, let out a muffled roar, and rammed his head into Chang Kun's arms, trying to knock him over.

Chang Kun sidestepped and hooked Fan Laibao with his foot, sending him flying forward and crashing face down on the ground, getting a mouthful of dirt.

With one foot on his back, Fan Laibao struggled twice but couldn't flip over.

"Looks like you haven't had enough of being beaten up!" Chang Kun said.

Fan Laibao lay on the ground, his face buried in the soil, no longer struggling, his shoulders trembling, it was hard to tell if he was crying or panting.

Dao Ge and the others stood there, stunned, looking at each other.

"What the hell is this? They even lied to their parents? And their daughter-in-law's dowry? Pah!"

"It's shameful to associate with someone like this!"

"Let me tell you, even though we're just ordinary folks, we still have to be filial to our parents. My dad was hospitalized last year, and I took care of him for a month, cleaning up his excrement and urine, without ever frowning."

"This guy even cheats his own parents, what kind of person is he?"

One of the thugs suddenly spoke up, frowning as he said something.

"That's not right. A while ago, Fan Laibao asked me to borrow money, saying his mother's eyesight was bad and she needed to go to the hospital. He asked to borrow five yuan. I didn't have much money, so I gave him two yuan."

The people around were stunned when he said that.

"He also asked me to borrow it, saying it was his mother's eyes, for three yuan."

"He couldn't borrow it from me, and I was also short of money at the time."

"He borrowed 1.8 yuan from me, saying he wanted to buy medicine."

Six or seven thugs chattered amongst themselves, one saying he borrowed a dollar, another saying he borrowed two dollars and fifty cents.

Another person said that Fan Laibao borrowed money and said he would pay it back next month, but three months have passed and he still hasn't shown up.

All in all, I managed to scrape together about a dozen yuan.

Dao Ge's brows furrowed into a knot, his face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and his eyes were cold and sharp.

"Well done, Lai Bao, you even lie to your own brothers."

Enraged, he kicked Fan Laibao, who cried out in pain.

"Brother Dao! We're brothers!"

"Don't listen to that guy surnamed Chang's nonsense. We're brothers, why would I lie to you!"

Dao Ge was so angry that he kicked him hard again.

"I've borrowed so much money from my brothers, and you still think I'm a fool?!"

Seeing this, Chang Kun shook his head.

This kid lies to his parents and his wife; that's a family matter, and the old folks are too soft-hearted to do anything about it.

My wife has already packed her suitcase and left; at worst, we can just part ways.

But what kind of people are these thugs? They're fighters, street urchins, and they've all been through the wringer.

You're swindling their money under the guise of filial piety. It's like an old man eating poison—you're tired of living!

Dao Ge and his group stood around Fan Laibao in a circle.

The thug with the pointed face and monkey-like features was the first to make a move, slapping Fan Laibao on the back of the head while cursing.

"What about the borrowed money? Pay it back!"

Fan Laibao was slapped so hard his head fell forward. He clutched the back of his head and cried out, "Brother Dao, listen to me..."

Nobody listened to him.

Another person kicked him in the butt, causing him to stumble forward.

Then she grabbed him by the collar and pulled him back, slapping him again with her backhand.

Several people joined forces, slapping and kicking Fan Laibao until he spun around several times, his face covered in new and old wounds, and blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

"Stop hitting me! Stop hitting me! I really have no money, my parents have no money either, you can beat me to death and I still won't have any money!"

Fan Laibao squatted on the ground, clutching his head, and screamed in a hoarse voice like a pig being slaughtered.

Brother Dao waved his hand, and the group stopped.

He took a step forward, squatted down, and looked Fan Laibao in the eye.

"The money you borrowed from the brothers, I just calculated, is fifteen yuan and thirty cents."

"Adding the appearance fees for the few of us who came out today, five yuan each, thirty yuan for six people. The total is forty-five yuan and thirty cents."

"If you're short one dollar by this time tomorrow, I'll take one of your fingers!"

Fan Laibao's face was as white as paper, and his lips trembled as he couldn't speak.

Chang Kun slowly began to speak.

"You swindled your wife out of her dowry, her wages, your parents' grain rations, and your brothers' money. It must be at least a hundred or two yuan, right?"

"You eat and drink all by yourself, riding your bicycle to restaurants. How could you possibly spend a hundred or two hundred yuan? I bet you don't even know where you hid it."

Upon hearing this, Dao Ge's gaze towards Fan Laibao changed.

"Hey kid, hiding some money?"

Fan Laibao hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, really no, Brother Dao, please listen to me..."

Dao Ge didn't listen. He waved his hand, and several people surrounded him again.

This time the beating was even harder, with loud slaps and muffled punches landing on his body.

Fan Laibao's screams echoed across the wasteland, startling a flock of sparrows.