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

When we patrolled to the arrival platform, there were significantly more people there than before.

Previously, the bus station was sparsely populated, with only a few buses running throughout the day, and few people waiting for them.

When Chang Kun is on patrol, if there are no cars entering or leaving the station, he often doesn't encounter a single passenger for half a day.

Things are different now. There are more than a dozen people standing by the platform, carrying bundles, nets, and cloth bags.

Squatting on the ground smoking, leaning against pillars dozing off, craning their necks to look towards the railway tracks, they were all craning their necks and crowded together in a messy mass.

Chang Kun stopped and scanned the area.

These people were different from usual; they were all dressed in drab, coarse cloth clothes, with worn-out cuffs and trousers rolled up above their ankles, revealing black cloth shoes splattered with mud.

Some were carrying a bundle in their arms, while others were squatting on the ground, clutching their pockets tightly. Their eyes were fixed on their surroundings, and they would shrink back when someone approached, looking left and right with a flustered expression. They looked like old farmers.

Chang Kun's heart sank.

This scene clearly shows farmers from other places fleeing famine in Beijing. The key point is that the autumn harvest has just ended!

In some places, after the grain tax was collected, farmers had hardly any grain left, so they had to go out and find a way to make a living.

Even though I sent a large amount of grain to my uncle's side, it wouldn't reach the farmers in various places in a short time.

He sighed inwardly, knowing he would have to ask his uncle how things were going.

Logically speaking, many of these farmers who came to the city did not have letters of introduction and should be considered as migrant workers.

There are regulations from above that require migrant workers to be arrested and repatriated in a concentrated manner.

But these people came to the city to survive!

Seeing them cowering behind the pillars, Chang Kun just couldn't bring himself to do it.

He simply looked away and walked from the east end of the platform to the west end, pretending not to see it.

The men dressed as farmers, seeing Chang Kun in a police uniform, looked flustered and took a few steps back.

A middle-aged man who was squatting by the pillar stood up and moved half a step to the side, while another woman carrying a bundle lowered her head and turned her face toward the pillar.

Chang Kun walked past them without stopping or lingering on them.

Those men relaxed their shoulders only after he had walked away.

Someone who was squatting down whispered something to the person next to them, but the voice was too soft to hear.

As Chang Kun walked past the group of people, he caught a glimpse of an old farmer squatting on the ground, gnawing on a wild vegetable bun. A child was leaning against his leg, staring intently at Chang Kun's hat.

They are all pitiful people, bringing their families to the capital to make a living.

This kind of thing probably won't just happen at this one station. There are so many stations throughout Beijing, and as time goes on, there will be more and more elderly farmers like this.

The higher-ups will eventually come up with strict measures, so we need to think of a way to deal with this, since these are, after all, living, breathing human lives.

Having experienced hunger in my past life, I now have a system that allows me to help others by providing shelter from the rain, making them feel better.

After patrolling all day, I felt increasingly depressed.

Every time a train arrives at the station, a few more people will be on the platform to greet passengers.

There were middle-aged women carrying bundles, young men holding children, and old men leaning on canes.

They stood beside the pillars, squatted in the corners of the walls, rested against the railings, clutched burlap sacks in their hands, and glanced around warily before quickly ducking down.

Beside a pillar, several piles of luggage were stacked, the bundles tied with straw ropes. A family of three sat nearby, the child asleep on the adults' laps.

Chang Kun is going, so they should make way for him.

On their second trip, they shrank behind a pillar.

On the third trip, the child woke up and stared at his hat. His father quickly reached out and pressed the child's face back into his arms.

Chang Kun felt even more depressed.

He understood that these people had nowhere to go and certainly no letters of introduction.

When it was time to leave work, Chang Kun went back to his office, closed the door, filled a large bag with peanuts from his storage space, and went to the bus stop to pick up passengers.

He placed the peanuts on the ground next to the pillar, coughed lightly twice, and without looking at anyone, turned and left.

After walking a few steps, Chang Kun heard someone whisper something behind him, but he didn't turn around.

Ignoring the profuse thanks from the elderly farmers behind him, he got on his bike and hurried home.

A gust of wind rushed into his collar, and he kicked his legs a few times, letting the cool air in and finally easing the stuffiness in his heart a little.

As she rode her bike into the alley, Xiu'er squatted under the big locust tree, hugging her knees with both hands.

Upon seeing Chang Kun, she suddenly stood up, her voice trembling with tears: "Brother, something terrible has happened! Aunt..."

Chang Kun was startled, and his handlebars wobbled: "What's wrong with Auntie?"

"My aunt...is not well..."

Xiuer was so anxious that she kept stamping her feet, unable to speak clearly, and her eyes were already red.

Chang Kun didn't have time to ask any questions. He threw the car under the locust tree and ran to the neighbor's yard.

Pushing open the courtyard gate, I saw several people standing in the yard.

Uncle Liu Meilin leaned against the wall, his cigarettes crumpled and deformed.

Liu Meifen, the old woman, stood at the kitchen door, her face pale. Her eldest sister, Chang Mei, stood beside her, her hand on her mother's arm.

Bao Hua was also there, standing in the corner of the courtyard, clutching a handkerchief in his hand, glancing into the house from time to time.

Chang Kun rushed to his mother: "Auntie, what's wrong?"

Liu Meifen opened her mouth, glanced at Liu Meilin, then turned back and said, "The baby in your aunt's belly... is not doing well. The doctor is examining it inside."

"How could that be?" Chang Kun frowned. "Isn't Aunt's health always been very good?"

Liu Meifen swallowed hard: "A telegram came from Tangshan. It was sent by your aunt and uncle. It said..."

She stopped mid-sentence.

Chang Kun grew impatient and raised his voice, "What are you dawdling about? What did you say?"

Liu Meifen then explained the situation clearly.

The telegram was sent by my aunt's mother. It said that my aunt's younger brother, Fan Laibao, had been holding a grudge ever since he divorced his wife, Tao Hong.

A few days ago, I went to Tao Hong's house to cause trouble. There were not many people at home, only Tao Hong's grandfather, who was over eighty years old.

For some unknown reason, Fan Laibao beat up the old man, breaking one of his legs.

The police solved the case, arrested him, and were going to send him to a labor camp for reform through labor.

My aunt was so frightened that she fell ill.

While my aunt and uncle were out getting medicine, I secretly ran off and sent a telegram, asking my aunt if she had any connections to save her brother.

When my aunt saw the telegram that my younger brother had been arrested and my mother had fallen ill, she was so shocked that she started bleeding. When she got up, she stumbled and her pregnancy became unstable.

Chang Kun was stunned for a long time after hearing this.

This Fan Laibao is really something; he broke the legs of an eighty-year-old man.

They punched the Beilin Kindergarten and kicked the Nanshan Nursing Home; they really think they're something special.

He asked, "How is your aunt now?"

Liu Meifen shook her head: "The doctor is still inside and hasn't come out yet."

Chang Kun sighed. Fortunately, it was just an unstable fetal position and wouldn't affect the baby's life.