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

In his haste, Chang Kun exclaimed "Damn it!" and stepped on the enormous field mouse.

"Squeak!"

The squeak of the field mouse sounded like scratching glass, and it turned to bite Chang Kun's shoes.

"Ouch, trying to bite me?"

Chang Kun stomped on the giant rat a few times until the animal under his feet stopped moving, then reached out and pressed it down, picking it up.

It's normal to find field mice in their burrows.

But the field mouse at Chang Kun's feet was ridiculously large, almost the size of a cat.

It's practically sentient!

The front teeth protrude slightly, like two small door panels, and have turned yellow.

What's even more unexpected is that instead of escaping through the other, smokeless opening, it braved the smoke and flames and charged through the burning fire.

This completely violates the animal's natural instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm; it's practically becoming a spirit!

However, no matter how clever this giant field mouse was, it couldn't escape Chang Kun's Shadowless Kick and was directly eliminated by force.

Chang Kun walked up to Zhang Quhun with the large field mouse in his hand.

"Cricket, look at this ground mouse! Have you ever seen one this big?"

"Holy shit!" Zhang Quhun blurted out "Holy shit!" again.

There was nothing they could do; neither of them was very educated and all they knew was the phrase "fuck!"

Seeing such a big guy out of the blue would startle you.

"These ground rats are practically sentient!"

Zhang Quhun gestured with a shocked expression, noting that the name was already two hand spans long.

At that moment, he realized that the giant field mouse had escaped through another hole while covered in flames.

"Brother Kun, this nest of field mice is huge, I couldn't even count them all, there must be at least a dozen."

"Come on, kill them all, so they won't make a fuss."

The two killed the field mice and counted them. Including the adult field mouse, there were a total of eighteen field mice in the nest, which was practically a super large family among field mice.

"Brother Kun, how are you so amazing? You found the field mouse's burrow in no time!" Zhang Quhun exclaimed with admiration.

Chang Kun chuckled to himself, "You have a system, so you can do it too."

"Then their granaries must be huge!" Zhang Quhun exclaimed, a sudden thought striking him.

He had come with Chang Kun to catch field mice, and in just over an hour, he felt his mind was working much better. He had said more in that short time than he usually did in two weeks.

Chang Kun walked back and forth between the two field mouse burrows a few times, then stopped at a spot. "Crickets, dig them up from here!"

"Hey!" Zhang Quhun spat a few times at the hand in front of him, then swung the hoe and started working hard.

The thought of how much food might be hidden in such a large field mouse burrow filled him with enthusiasm.

The field mouse burrow was very deep underground, and it took Zhang Quhun ten minutes to dig through it.

"Brother Kun, why is there no food? They've dug through all the field mouse burrows."

Zhang Quhun looked around but saw no food, and his face was full of disappointment.

impossible!

How could such a large family of field mice not store food!

Chang Kun lay down and reached out to rummage around the east side of the cave entrance, but still found no stored grain. He then rummaged around the west side, but still found no stored grain.

Strange!

Does this family of field mice go outside to eat fresh food every day?

What about winter? Go hungry?

Chang Kun spun around in place a few times, then took two big steps eastward. "Cricket, dig another hole here!"

"Hey!" Zhang Quhun said without complaint, picking up the hoe and getting to work.

Summer temperatures had already risen quite high, and sweat dripped down his forehead.

After digging for five minutes, Chang Kun noticed that Zhang Quhun had slowed down and was panting heavily. He reached out and snatched the hoe, saying, "I'll dig for a while."

Eight minutes later, they finally dug up the field mouse burrow.

Persistence pays off, and a golden color caught their eyes.

"I've got it, Brother Kun, I've got it!"

Zhang Quhun, who was resting on the ground, jumped up and lay down to clear away the dirt.

Chang Kun chuckled, then collapsed to the ground, exhausted, while Zhang Quhun shouted and carried handfuls of soybeans.

It took Chang Kun more than ten minutes to calm down.

After picking up all the soybeans and corn, Zhang Quhun dug around the field mouse burrow again, but when he found there was really no food left, he gave up.

"Brother Kun, look at all this! There are seventeen or eighteen pounds of soybeans and eight or nine pounds of corn, totaling twenty-five or twenty-six pounds!"

Zhang Quhun was skilled at farm work; he could tell roughly how heavy something was just by glancing at it.

"Hehe, hehe."

Zhang Quhun kept grinning foolishly. This was food that could actually be eaten, not the public grain that could only be handed over after the harvest.

The two laughed foolishly under the sun for a while before realizing they were both tired and thirsty.

The excitement of catching field mice and finding food completely masked the signs of fatigue in my body.

Only when I calmed down did I realize that my throat was on fire.

"Come on, there's a spring there, let's find some water to drink." Chang Kun told Zhang Quhun to lead the way.

At this time, all the water in the mountains, whether it flows from the cracks in the rocks, cascades down from the streams, or gushes from the springs, can be drunk directly; it tastes sweet.

After the two finished packing, the sack now weighed thirty or forty pounds. Zhang Quhun grabbed the sack and carried it on his back.

Chang Kun walked lightly behind Zhang Quhun, carrying his hoe. He knew that Zhang Quhun was expressing his gratitude in his own way.

The two went into the mountains and walked for about ten minutes until they came to a spring.

The water gushing from the spring has accumulated into a small pool, which is only two meters in diameter.

Their throats were burning from walking, and Chang Kun and Zhang Quhun didn't care about anything else, so they both lay down by the pool and gulped down water.

Several large trees beside the spring blocked the scorching summer sun.

Chang Kun drank a bellyful of water, leaned against the tree trunk, and let out a satisfied sigh, feeling even more refreshed than drinking a bottle of ice-cold cola in the summer.

"Let's rest, let's take a break." The two closed their eyes slightly, enjoying the breeze coming through the gaps in the trees.

A rumbling sound came from beside Zhang Quhun's stomach.

Chang Kun turned his head and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Zhang Quhun lowered his head, a little embarrassed, because he hadn't eaten much at home that morning.

"Let's roast some soybeans. Go gather firewood, and I'll wash the soybeans."

These soybeans were taken from a field mouse burrow, so they need to be washed thoroughly.

"Hey!" Zhang Quhun rolled over and got up, running to find some dry grass.

When Zhang Quhun returned, Chang Kun had already washed the soybeans several times in the mountain spring.

Light the fire, burn the dry grass to ashes, and while the ashes are still reddish, sprinkle a handful of soybeans into the ashes, covering them with several thick layers.

It's similar to the method of burning cicadas.

Hearing the crackling sounds of soybeans popping and smelling their aroma, Zhang Quhun's mouth watered.

Zhang Quhun tried several times to dig through the ashes to see if the soybeans were cooked, but Chang Kun stopped him each time.

After waiting for nearly twenty minutes, Chang Kun used a wooden stick to clear away the remaining ash, revealing the charred and slightly black soybeans.

Pick one up, blow on it a few times, put it in your mouth and chew it. It's crispy, fragrant, and absolutely delicious!

Zhang Quhun had been waiting impatiently, and upon seeing this, he grabbed a handful and was about to stuff it into his mouth.

He can hardly remember what the smell of soybeans is like anymore.

"Slow down! It's very hot!" Chang Kun quickly stopped him, saying that if he threw it into his mouth like that, his mouth would be covered in blisters from the heat.

Zhang Quhun chuckled sheepishly. He was already starving and squinted as he popped soybeans into his mouth one by one, making a crunching sound.

So fragrant!

What a wonderful fragrance!

The aroma reminded him of when his mother was still alive; every time she harvested soybeans, she would pick some and cook them for him to eat.

Unfortunately, since my mother died, there has never been another...