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

Chang Kun withdrew his gaze and did not look inside again.

After tidying up the things, he took out money, cloth coupons, and cotton coupons from his pocket and placed them on the table.

I glanced around the room. A piece of the table leg was missing and propped up with a brick. The stove was spotless, not even a bowl was left.

There was a grain jar against the wall. It wasn't big. When Chang Kun passed by, he casually knocked on it. It was empty, and the echo was buzzing. He knew without even lifting the lid that the bottom was almost exposed.

Raising a girl in a house without a man is too difficult!

Chang Kun, being a man, couldn't stay any longer. He called out to Sister-in-law Li, "Take care, Auntie," and turned to leave.

Aunt Li saw him off at the gate of the courtyard, holding a bag of grain. Her lips trembled several times, and she couldn't utter a complete sentence.

Otherwise, if Old Hong hadn't sent them money and tickets regularly, the mother and daughter would probably have starved to death long ago!

As Chang Kun stepped out of the courtyard, he let out a long sigh, feeling a tightness in his chest, as if a stone was pressing down on him.

I stood on the village road for a while, thinking about Grandma Zhou's house, about the toes sticking out of the shoes, and about the little girl who had just pulled back.

Still feeling uneasy, he took out a few more cotton coupons from his storage space, folded them, put them in his pocket, and pushed the cart back.

When he returned to Grandma Zhou's house, she had already served him a bowl of thick cornmeal porridge with a few strands of pickled vegetables on top.

The old lady walked over from the stove and placed the fifty yuan in his hand.

"Son, take the money back. This old woman doesn't need it."

"Most families in this village live like this. My wife can still move around, farm, and eat. Tiedan is older now and can help out."

Chang Kun glanced at the money, said nothing, and walked to the west wall of the main room.

On the square table at the base of the wall are two wooden memorial tablets, the paint of which has peeled off.

In front of the memorial tablet was a small incense burner, made from a tin can, with several burnt incense sticks stuck inside.

Chang Kun stopped, bent down, and bowed three times earnestly.

The old lady, holding onto the edge of the table, stared at Chang Kun's retreating figure, stunned, and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

"These city kids are too picky... How can this be allowed?"

Chang Kun looked at the old lady with a serious expression: "Without these men risking their lives to drive out the Japanese, we wouldn't have the good life we ​​have today!"

The old woman's tears finally fell. She turned her back and pretended to add firewood to the stove.

While she turned around, Chang Kun quietly slipped the fifty yuan along with the cotton coupons into the pocket against the wall.

He didn't eat at Grandma Zhou's house, making an excuse that he had something to do later. He pushed his bicycle to the gate of the courtyard, thought for a moment, and then turned around.

"Aunt Zhou, do you know that grove of trees outside the village entrance?"

The old lady nodded, wondering why he suddenly asked that question.

Chang Kun hesitated for a moment, but still spoke.

"I left some things there. Please call some villagers, a few more people, to go and get them."

The old lady was stunned for a moment and didn't react.

Chang Kun didn't explain further, got on his bicycle and ran off.

The old lady called out from behind, but it was impossible to hear what she said.

As you walk through the middle of the village, the mud-brick houses on both sides are dilapidated. Several elderly people sunbathing look up at Chang Kun, but he doesn't stop.

Many of the able-bodied men in this village died fighting the Japanese invaders back then.

The elderly and young children left behind live such lives that anyone who sees them would feel sorry for them!

Grandpa Hong quietly sent money and food to his family over the years, which was his way of showing his heartfelt wishes.

Chang Kun felt that since he had come all this way, he couldn't let it all go to waste.

He rode his bicycle to the village entrance, turned a corner, entered a grove of trees, parked it behind a large locust tree, looked around to make sure no one was there, and then took things out of his spatial storage.

Wheat, rice, sweet potatoes, potatoes, pumpkin, green beans, cabbage, radish, corn, peanuts.

They stacked them one by one under the tree, piling them into a small mountain.

Sweet potatoes and potatoes are the most abundant, and they can be stored for a long time.

Wheat and rice were packed in burlap sacks, stacked together, bulging and heavy.

The pumpkins were big and yellow; after a few rolled to the side, he didn't bother to pick them up.

The green beans are lush and green, and the cabbages and radishes are crisp and fresh.

This small hill is probably enough to feed the families of martyrs in this village for more than half a year.

He specifically instructed Aunt Zhou to have someone come and collect the items, firstly because he didn't have time to deliver them to each household individually, and secondly because it was most appropriate for Aunt Zhou to handle these matters.

She is a family member of a martyr, and people in the village listen to her; no one will think much of it.

As for where the items came from, just say you don't know. Anyway, they were given to you for free, so why wouldn't you take them?

Pushing his bicycle out of the grove, Chang Kun stood by the roadside and lit a cigarette.

Just as I was finishing my cigarette, I could faintly hear voices in the distance, making a lot of noise. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but they seemed to be coming from the village.

Chang Kun threw his cigarette butt on the ground, got on his bicycle, and rode away without looking back.

After leaving Zhao Family Village, Chang Kun didn't rush back.

Not far from the Bohai Bay, he rode his bike for more than half an hour and could smell the salty, fishy smell from afar – it was the sea.

The beach was shrouded in a gray haze, the waves were low, and there were few people on the shore.

I put the bicycle away in the storage space, took off my shoes and socks, rolled up my trouser legs, and walked into the sand.

With a sudden thought, he summoned a large mass of air from his spatial storage, enveloped his entire body, and then lowered his head to dive into the water.

Down to about five or six meters, there is a seabed of sand and mud, with reefs scattered here and there, covered with seaweed.

The system detected that the seabed was teeming with good things: lobsters, sea cucumbers, scallops, whelks, sea urchins, and all sorts of fish.

I heard that eating sea fish makes you smarter. My daughters at home always fail their dictation tests and get half of their math problems wrong. Xiu'er can even write her own name as "Ji'er".

Go back and give them a good mental make-up session, see if they dare to get so many questions wrong next time.

A group of large lobsters were lying in the crevices of the rocks, their long antennae swaying slowly in the water. They looked plump.

Upon seeing the man, the lobster flicked its tail and shrunk into a crevice in the rock. He was quick, grabbed the lobster by the back, and threw it into his spatial dimension.

Except for the small lobsters kept for breeding, all the others were caught.

After walking another dozen or so steps, we found dozens of sea cucumbers lying under another reef. They were dark and curled up into a ball when touched with a finger.

Next to it was a stone wall, with scallops growing in clusters, some as wide as a palm. They would definitely taste delicious with minced garlic.

Sea urchins are dark purple with long, sharp spines. They're full of cholesterol, but these days people are so hungry they don't care about high cholesterol.

There were quite a few fish; several groupers were hiding in the rocky caves, looking rather dazed. Chang Kun reached in and scooped up four of them.

Chang Kun stayed underwater for almost an hour before coming to the surface.

The space was piled high with seafood: lobsters, sea cucumbers, scallops, whelks, sea urchins, and all sorts of other fish.

That should last for a while.