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

Zhang Quhun stood in front of the kang (a heated brick bed), unsure of what to do with his hands, his Adam's apple bobbing twice: "Xiao Cui... I'm here."

Xiao Cui didn't look up, her voice barely audible, like a mosquito's hum: "Mmm."

Chang Dashan gave him a push from behind: "Sit down, what are you standing for?"

Zhang Quhun sat down on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), a person's distance away from Xiao Cui.

Just then, Xiao Cui's mother brought in two bowls of brown sugar water, handing one to each of them: "You must be thirsty after riding all this way. Have some sugar water to sweeten your mouth."

Zhang Quhun took the drink and sipped it, only to wince from the heat and quickly put it down.

Xiao Cui, who was standing nearby, saw this and couldn't help but smirk slightly, muttering under her breath, "Silly girl!"

Xiao Cui's father was already sitting across from her at the eight-immortal table. He tapped his pipe on the sole of his shoe and said a few words.

Qu Hun, my daughter has never suffered much hardship growing up. Although she has a fiery temper, she's not the kind of person who acts recklessly.

"From now on, you two should be more understanding of her."

"Tell me what she did wrong, and I'll talk to her. You're such a big guy, don't you dare lay a hand on her. My daughter has never been hit before."

Zhang Quhun quickly stood up: "Uncle, don't worry, I definitely won't hit Xiao Cui... no, I won't argue with Xiao Cui."

Xiao Cui's mother chimed in from the side, "If Xiao Cui dares to lay a hand on me, just tell me, and I'll take care of her."

Xiao Cui's father glared at her: "Alright, alright, let's eat. Breakfast is ready."

The wedding procession eats breakfast at the bride's house, which is a long-standing tradition.

On the table in the main room were several items: a dish of pickled vegetables, a bowl of scrambled eggs, a bowl of cornmeal porridge, and several mixed flour steamed buns.

Xiao Cui's father invited everyone to sit down. Zhang Quhun sat next to Xiao Cui, with a half-hand width between them, and their chopsticks touched the rim of their bowls a few times.

Zhang Quhun was tall, but he ate cautiously, tearing the steamed bun into small pieces and putting them in his mouth, not daring to take big bites.

Xiao Cui's mother watched from the side, laughing. After a while, she sighed and said, "Xiao Cui, now that you're married, live a good life and stop being so temperamental."

"You're our only daughter, and we've always spoiled you. From now on, you'll have to be more considerate of Qu Hun."

Xiao Cui swallowed the steamed bun in her mouth, her eyes a little moist: "Mother, I understand."

After finishing his meal, Zhang Pianxin stood up and said, "Alright, it's getting late. Her parents, we should go."

Xiao Cui's mother took her daughter's hand, straightened her collar, and retied the red ribbon at the end of her braid. She then gently patted her arm and said, "Go on."

Xiao Cui's father stood at the door, opened his mouth, and only said, "Drive carefully on the road."

Xiao Cui bent down and went out of the main room. When she got to the courtyard, she looked back and saw her mother standing on the threshold watching her with red eyes.

Even though her daughter is getting married and will live in her own home from now on, she still feels sad at this moment.

On the way back from picking up the bride, Zhang Quhun rode slowly, with Xiao Cui sitting sideways on the back seat, her hand gently gripping the edge of the seat.

Riding onto the dirt road outside the city, Zhang Quhun tilted his head and lowered his voice: "Xiao Cui, I'm sorry you had to go through this today."

Xiao Cui responded softly from the back seat, "Don't say that, I'm not wronged."

"You know my family's situation, my sister-in-law's like that... even my brother didn't come to the wedding today."

Xiao Cui's voice came from behind him: "I know. My mother told me before I came that I had already heard about your sister-in-law's affair."

Zhang Quhun was silent for a while: "If I live with them from now on, they might still cause trouble, and I might have to put up with some more."

Xiao Cui: "You're a good person, as long as you don't make me suffer, I won't take it to heart if others do."

Zhang Quhun didn't reply, but pedaled harder.

Looking at Zhang Quhun's back in front, Xiao Cui sat on the back seat, one hand holding the seat and the other hand on Quhun's clothes at the waist.

Zhang Pianxin was filled with emotion.

This second son was quiet and reserved from a young age, but he was a hard worker and was rarely looked at properly.

I always felt that the eldest son was the one who could hold his own, while the second son was a quiet, unassuming person who would be lucky to even have enough to eat in the future.

I never imagined that I would be able to establish myself in the city, have a proper job, and even get married.

On the contrary, the eldest couple were still toiling in the fields, barely making ends meet.

Thinking back to this morning, when his eldest daughter-in-law dragged her son back to her parents' home and refused to help even with her own brother's wedding, he sighed inwardly.

We might really have to rely on our second son to support us in our old age, so we need to treat him better from now on.

As the wedding procession entered the village, Chang Kun rode in front and saw a crowd already gathered at the entrance of Qu Hun's house.

He turned around and shouted, "We're here! Fire the cannons!"

Qu Hun stopped the car, and Xiao Cui got out of the back seat and stood by the roadside.

Someone ran over from the courtyard gate, hung a string of firecrackers on the door frame, lit them, and they crackled and popped for half a minute, leaving red paper scraps scattered all over the ground.

Several children covered their ears and jumped to hide, while Xiu'er also covered her ears and shrank back, her eyes still fixed on the doorway.

The courtyard gate was open. Zhang Quhun walked in front, and Xiao Cui followed behind. The two entered the courtyard one after the other.

Inside the main room, Zhang Pianxin was already sitting in a chair next to the octagonal table, holding a bowl of tea in his hand, with several elders from his clan standing beside him.

Xiao Cui entered the main room, stood in front of the octagonal table, took a cup of tea handed to her by someone next to her, and presented it to Zhang Pianxin with both hands.

Zhang Pianxin reached out and took it, took a sip, put it down, took out a red paper packet from his pocket, placed it on the table, and pushed it over.

He had prepared a five-yuan red envelope, but on the way back, he changed his mind and added another five yuan to the envelope, making it ten yuan.

In the countryside, it's not considered shabby.

Xiao Cui glanced at Zhang Quhun, who nodded to her. She picked up the red paper packet and softly called out, "Father."

Zhang Pianxin's lips curled into a slight smile, and he replied, "Okay! Okay!"

Several relatives nearby clapped their hands, and someone shouted, "Now we're all family!"

A burst of laughter rang out in the courtyard.

Second Aunt came out of the kitchen, leaned over to Xiao Cui and looked her up and down: "This girl is really good-looking, Qu Hun is so lucky."

Xiao Cui smiled and lowered her head, but didn't say anything.

Auntie added, "If Qu Hun dares to bully you, come find me, and I'll deal with him."

Xiao Cui's face turned even redder, and several of the neighbor's wives who were standing around also came over to look.

Cheng Min stood at the back of the crowd, pulling her four maids to prevent them from pushing forward.

Xiao Qing stood on tiptoe and shouted, "The bride is so beautiful!"

Not to be outdone, Xiuer chimed in, "So beautiful! Is the bride going to hand out candy?"

Cheng Min reached out and pulled her back: "Alright, alright, stop fooling around. If you want candy, wait a bit!"

Surrounded by the crowd, Xiao Cui's face turned red all the way to her ears.

Her aunt tugged at her arm: "Don't stand there, come inside and sit down. It's too noisy outside."

Xiao Cui followed her into the east room, sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), put her hands on her knees, and looked left and right. Sure enough, she didn't see her elder brother and sister-in-law.

Several young wives from the neighborhood followed her in and sat down by the kang (a heated brick bed) to keep her company and talk.

Soon, a burst of chattering and laughter filled the room.