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

Dao Ge tucked the knife back into his waistband, rubbed his hands together, and took a step forward.

"Brother, you're really skilled. Free tonight?"

"Let's find a place to have a couple of drinks and make some friends."

Chang Kun put the money away and shook his head.

"I have something to do, let's talk about it next time."

Knowing that the other party looked down on him, Dao Ge didn't insist. He nodded and turned to push the cart.

After taking two steps, he turned back to look at Fan Laibao, who was still lying on the ground, and spat fiercely.

Chang Kun took a few steps back and heard rustling sounds behind him.

Fan Laibao got up from the ground, brushed the dirt off his body, and slowly squeezed out a fierce expression on his bruised and swollen face.

"What business is it of yours? Who do you think you are?"

"My parents didn't care, so who are you to tell me what to do?"

"This isn't over yet. You wait, this isn't over!"

Looking at Fan Laibao's face, which was swollen like a pig's head, Chang Kun sighed.

This kid seemed pretty shrewd when he was lying, but now he's so forgetful and dares to provoke me again.

He immediately used the capsaicin skill and smacked his nose twice.

The cursing stopped abruptly. Fan Laibao looked as if he had been electrocuted, covering his nose with both hands, tears, snot, and saliva gushing out, and making a "hoarse" sound in his throat.

This feeling isn't just painful; your nose and throat are burning, like they're on fire.

"Want some more?" Chang Kun asked with a smile.

Fan Laibao shook his head desperately, unable to speak.

After he calmed down for a while, Chang Kun finally spoke.

"Your dad will take care of your job. Just go to work honestly."

"If you want to be filial to your parents, then be filial; if you don't want to, stay away and don't bother them."

"If you dare come here to scam money again, you'll be sorry!"

Fan Laibao squatted on the ground, nodding and shaking his head, but it was unclear whether he had actually heard what was being said.

Chang Kun stood up: "Alright, don't go home tonight. Look at you, you'll scare the old couple and Xiao Shui."

After saying that, Fan Laibao turned to leave, but suddenly raised his head and said something while sobbing.

"I...I don't have a single penny on me. Where do you want me to go?"

"Give me a few dollars, I'll find a guesthouse for the night and buy some food..."

Chang Kun was so angry at his pitiful appearance that he laughed.

"You want me to give you money?"

Fan Laibao shrank back, then added, "A few dollars will do. I can't starve to death..."

"Heh, don't force me to use torture. Someone like you, would you really hide all your money in one place?"

Fan Laibao's expression changed instantly.

He didn't say anything, but subconsciously moved his hands back to cover his buttocks, and his expression changed from pitiful to panicked.

Chang Kun understood everything as soon as he saw his movements.

This kid has pockets sewn into both the front and back of his underwear.

What the thug just pulled out was only the front pocket.

It's pungent in the front and smelly in the back; he really isn't afraid of being smelly!

Ignoring him, Chang Kun turned and entered the alley. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, he had a sudden thought and took something out of his spatial storage.

Several kinds of vegetables and fruits, cucumbers, tomatoes, Chinese cabbage, peanuts, and a leg of yellow sheep and four yellow croakers wrapped in newspaper.

A jar of peanut oil smelled delicious, and finally a jar of tiger bone wine. The jars were small but heavy, and the opening was sealed tightly.

He gathered his things together, carried them in both hands, and strode into the yard.

As soon as you enter the courtyard, you can see the elderly couple supporting Xiao Shui on either side.

The little girl climbed up the tree branches, her braids sticking up, her bottom sticking out, her hands gripping the branches, shouting, "Higher! Higher!"

The old lady squinted and looked up, her hand on Xiaoshui's waist, muttering "slow down, slow down" over and over.

Fan Degui stood on the other side, supporting the little girl's arm as he helped her up.

Hearing the noise, he turned his head and saw the two large bags in Chang Kun's hands. He was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes widened.

"This...so much stuff? Why did you buy so much?"

"Return it! Return it! What a waste of money!"

Chang Kun ignored him and placed the items one by one on the stone slab under the pomegranate tree.

"Grandpa Fan, you can keep these for your regular meals."

"This wine is infused with medicine. Grandpa and Grandma will drink a small cup every day to help regulate their bodies."

Fan Degui looked at the mess on the ground, his eyes suddenly reddened, and he opened his mouth, his voice choked with emotion.

"This child...we...how can this be done..."

The old lady stood to the side, wiping her eyes with her sleeve several times, muttering to herself.

"How can this child be so kind and righteous? If only Lai Bao could be even a fraction of his goodness..."

Fan Degui slowly squatted down, reached out and touched the wine jar, then touched the peanut oil pot.

"You know, we must have done something terrible in our past life to have such a son."

Xiao Shui was still perched on the tree branch, her legs swinging back and forth. She looked down at the things on the ground and called out in a clear, crisp voice.

"Brother, there's fish! We're having fish tonight!"

The old lady burst into laughter after hearing her shout. She wiped her eyes, went over, and took her down from the tree.

Chang Kun carried all his belongings into the main room, took out the wad of money he had brought back using wormwood stalks from his pocket, and placed it on the Eight Immortals table.

The money was crumpled, some of it damp, with the edges rolled up and scattered on the table, looking nothing like it had been taken out of a pocket.

Fan Degui glanced at it, then hurriedly waved his hand, his voice urgent: "No, no, you've already provided grain and oil, how can I take your money? Put it away, put it away!"

Chang Kun pushed the money towards the old man.

"This isn't my money; I took it back from Fan Laibao. It should be returned to you two."

Fan Degui paused for a moment, his hand hovering in mid-air, and didn't take it.

Chang Kun didn't hide it either.

"When I came back just now, I ran into him with his men. This money was just taken back from him; it was originally your money, my dear parents."

The main room fell silent for a moment.

Fan Degui's face turned pale and then green, he slammed his cane on the ground and muttered something.

"That beast."

After uttering those three words, his lips trembled several times, and he couldn't say anything else.

He put the money away, looked up at Chang Kun, and after a few moments of hesitation, finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"Xiao Kun, tell us the truth, Lai Bao... did he get beaten up again?"

Chang Kun didn't hide anything, nodded, and recounted how he had swindled money from those thugs.

Fan Degui remained silent for a moment, then sighed.

"Let him get beaten up. He deserves it!"

"Some truths can't be taught by parents, but outsiders can."

The old lady wiped away her tears.

She was heartbroken that her son had let her down, but when she heard that he had been beaten, she couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

But now that she's lost even her daughter-in-law, she's powerless to do anything about it.

It can only be said that the son's current predicament is entirely his own doing.