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

I spent most of the day at Qu Hun's house, moving tables and chairs in and out, collecting and counting bowls and chopsticks, pasting red paper on the door frame, and pasting a few paper-cut window decorations on the corners of the windows.

After tidying up the dilapidated house, it actually looked quite cheerful.

Qu Hun was squatting in the yard scrubbing an old pot when he looked up and saw his sister-in-law coming in from the gate.

Fu Dimo ​​glanced around the yard and saw the red double happiness symbol pasted on the door frame. His lips curled down slightly.

He glanced at the stack of bowls and chopsticks spread out on the table, said nothing, grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the corner of the table and stuffed them into his pocket, then strolled out of the courtyard gate.

He didn't say a word or offer a helping hand from beginning to end.

Zhang Quhun slammed the pot scrubber into the bucket of water, splashing water all over the floor.

"Brother Kun, look, that's exactly how he is!"

"I'm so busy I barely have time to breathe, and she just glanced at me, grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds, and left without even a polite word."

"If I weren't getting married and didn't want to ruin things, I would have slapped her this morning!"

Chang Kun put a stack of bowls next to the stove: "Forget it, after we get married, we'll just avoid people like this."

Zhang Quhun took a couple of deep breaths, bent down, and scooped the brush out: "You're right!"

"If it weren't for you helping me find a job in the city, Brother Kun, I'd still be at home being exploited by her."

"She can pocket half of those few work points a month, and the other half has to be given to my dad!"

Chang Kun didn't reply, but took the brush from his hand and bent down to wash the remaining two pots.

Having been reborn, I'm doing well now, so I'll definitely help my old buddies out.

Putting everything else aside, at least it allows him to live a life with his head held high.

By the time everything was put away, it was already late afternoon.

Chang Kun rolled up his sleeves: "Alright, that's enough."

"I'll come and set the table for you first thing tomorrow morning. Make sure you get some sleep tonight, don't stay up late."

Qu Hun stopped him: "Brother Kun, eat before you leave."

"I'm not eating anymore. The family is waiting for us. We won't miss your meal. You go about your business."

Zhang Quhun stood at the courtyard gate, watching Chang Kun walk away, and wiped his eyes.

This Brother Kun is not a blood brother, but he's closer than a blood brother!

He's so much better than everyone else in my family!!

After riding his bike out of the village and for a while, Chang Kun casually activated the system sensor.

I scanned the area within a radius of over a hundred meters and found a few field mice and rabbits, but they weren't very big, so I didn't bother chasing them.

Just as I was thinking of riding a little further to see if there were any better prey, I suddenly sensed two things nestled in the bushes on a hill in the far distance. They were a size larger than a cat, with round bodies, and they were lying there motionless.

What is this thing? I've never seen it before. Chang Kun racked his brains for a moment and then suddenly remembered.

Isn't that the famous civet cat?

I heard in my past life that this thing caused a major epidemic, and the news spread like wildfire.

But by then it was no longer allowed to eat them; they had become protected animals.

In those days, nobody cared. Whoever caught something in the deep mountains and forests was free to keep it.

I heard that it likes to live in tree holes in the mountains, eating wild fruits, birds, frogs, mice, and everything else, and it gets quite greasy.

The old hunter said its meat was delicious, fatty but not greasy, with a numbing sensation when you bite into it, and the more you chewed, the more fragrant it became.

I've never tasted this before, in either my past or present life, so I can't let it go now that I've encountered it.

After the 1980s, when they became protected animals, they were no longer available to eat.

I originally wanted to catch a few squirrels to take home and roast them. I haven't had roasted squirrels in a long time, and I'm a little craving them.

Now that we've run into civets, let's put the squirrels aside for now and take down these two first.

I rode two miles in the direction of the sensor, parked the bike at the foot of a small hill, and threw it into the space.

Judging from my senses, the two civets were in the bushes near the top of the hill, not far away.

Walk uphill quietly, trying not to step on any dead branches.

As we approached the top of the hill, we slowed our pace, bent down, and crept past the side of the bushes. When we were still about ten steps away from the bushes, we could already hear rustling sounds coming from inside.

Chang Kun paused and thought for a moment.

If he tried to grab it directly, he would have to plunge into the bushes, but those things have sharp claws, and he might hurt himself—it wasn't worth it.

Although no one cared about civets in this era, the plague that followed was so bizarre that it was always better to be careful.

Shooting such a tiny creature with a gun would probably shred its flesh, so I simply took out a slingshot from my storage space, picked up two pebbles, knelt on one knee, and pulled the slingshot fully.

The two civets were lying close together under the bushes, their heads facing outwards, motionless.

I aimed at the first one, then let go. The pebble flew out with a muffled thud. The civet cat tilted its head, kicked its limbs a couple of times, and then lay still.

The one next to it bristled and was about to burrow deeper into the bushes when a second pebble struck it right on the head. It somersaulted, rolled onto its back, twitched a couple of times, and then lay still.

I put down the slingshot, walked over and parted the bushes. Two civets lay on the ground, one after the other, with no broken skin on their bodies, but each with a bloody mark on their head.

I picked them up and weighed them; they were all four or five pounds each, plump and juicy. Now we'll have plenty to eat!

Carrying two civets into the courtyard, Xiu'er was limping around inside.

My buttocks have improved a lot after two days of rest, but I still can't sit on a stool.

Seeing her older brother carrying something, her eyes lit up, and she limped over, asking, "Big brother, what did you catch this time?"

"Ah, are these two cats? Mother said cat meat doesn't taste good, it's sour!"

Her little mouth kept spitting out food, and Chang Kun couldn't help but glare at her: "This doesn't look like a cat at all. If you don't want to eat, you'll just have to watch me eat tonight."

Xiuer giggled, her face full of flattery: "Big brother, I'll eat whatever you catch! Xiaoqing and the others are mean, they won't give them any, so I'll eat it."

Chang Kun tapped her nose: "You're the smartest! Just sit there and wait to be fed."

Xiuer's face fell: "I...I don't want to sit right now."

My butt hurts as soon as it touches the chair. My mom is too cruel. I'm not going to be friends with her anymore!

Chang Kun carried two civets into the kitchen, and Xiu'er followed him in with a limp, leaning against the door frame and peering in.

"Big brother, what is this? Is it really not a cat?"

"This is called a civet cat."

"What's a raccoon dog? Is it tasty?"

Chang Kun ignored her, placed the two civets on the cutting board, and turned to go to the stove to boil water.

Xiuer moved closer to the cutting board, reaching out to touch it, but Chang Kun didn't even turn his head: "Don't touch it, it hasn't been washed yet!"

Who knows if there are actually germs on it? It's best to be careful.

Xiuer withdrew her hand, pouting, "I was just looking. Its fur is grayish, it really looks like a cat!"

"Mom said cat meat is sour and can't be eaten. What if yours is sour too?"

"If it's sour, you can have it!"

Xiuer's eyes widened: "No, no, I don't want something sour! It's not a candied hawthorn!"

"Give all the sour stuff to Xiaoqing, and give the fragrant stuff to me. I got a spanking, so I need to make sure I get some nourishment."

Chang Kun nodded: "Yes! Your bottom needs a good spanking. If you run around mischievously again, you'll get another beating!"

Xiuer immediately covered her bottom: "Ah? No more spanking, no more spanking, I'll be good from now on!"