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

On the way back to the city.

"Xiao Kun, do you have work to do? Why don't you stay at your uncle's house a little longer?"

"Mom, even if there's nothing urgent, you have to go. What if Auntie gets emotional and cries in your arms, and Uncle cries in my arms? Wouldn't that be awkward?"

Liu Meifen chuckled and patted her son on the back, "Don't exaggerate like that, talking about your uncle like that..."

"Hey, have you forgotten when we first went to work in the city? You and Dad couldn't sleep, and you were crying and laughing in the yard in the middle of the night..."

"Pah! Pah! Pah! That's nonsense, don't spout off!"

The mother and daughter returned to the supply and marketing cooperative close to noon.

"Xiao Min is here?" Liu Meifen saw Cheng Min chatting with Wang Cuiqin as soon as she entered the room.

"Auntie, I've come to see Chang Kun about something."

"Hey, you guys chat." Liu Meifen's smile never stopped when she saw Cheng Min; this girl was just getting more and more pleasing to the eye.

"Chang Kun, do you still remember the old man who exchanged his harmonica that day?"

Chang Kun nodded. He had a deep impression of that rascal old man. He had managed to get the old man's harmonica, which had made the old man very distressed.

"Yesterday afternoon I went for a stroll in the park and ran into that old man again. He insisted on finding you, saying he wanted to figure out the whole score of the piece. I didn't think he was joking, so I told him to wait by the lake."

Chang Kun lowered his head and thought for a moment. It would be great if such a timeless masterpiece could be made available in China ahead of schedule. He said, "Okay, I'll go take a look after I get off work this afternoon."

"Then...then I'll go with you after get off work." Cheng Min pinched the hem of her clothes, looking slightly shy.

"Auntie, I'm going back now, I have class this afternoon." After saying goodbye to Liu Meifen, she left in a hurry.

"Xiao Kun, after you get off work, come here and get some popsicles. Go to the park with your girl, don't just wander around like an idiot."

Chang Kun was speechless. Did his mother really want to teach him how to date?

"Alright, Mom, there are popsicle vendors right at the park entrance, don't worry about it." With a wave of his hand, he left the supply and marketing cooperative and headed straight for Nanluoguxiang.

Chang Kun saw the treasure here this morning and wanted to get his hands on it before Zhu Youxu started the renovation.

Use the spare key to enter, reach out and lock the door tightly, then stand above the gleaming golden treasure.

In less than two minutes, he collected a group of blue bricks from the surrounding area into his space, revealing an opening.

Inside the cave was a small box covered with iron sheets, with iron rivets at the four corners, and a large brass lock hanging in the center of the box.

Reaching out to grab the small box, Chang Kun noticed its considerable weight and couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.

He casually broke off a small twig from the persimmon tree, and with his lock-picking skills, he easily pried open the copper lock.

The moment he opened the box, he was stunned.

The top of the box contained two cloth bags, and the bottom was filled with small gold ingots. I counted them, and there were forty in total, all of which were engraved with the words "Qing Ji".

I held them in my hand and weighed them; each one weighed about five ounces.

This gold alone weighs twenty pounds.

Opening a small bag revealed a pair of jade hairpins, emerald rings, and white jade bracelets. In addition, there was a jade pendant carved with dragons and phoenixes, its surface exquisitely smooth to the touch.

Even someone like Chang Kun, who doesn't know much about these things, knows that they are quite valuable based on their workmanship and materials.

After carefully putting away the jewelry, Chang Kun opened another bag, which contained only a jade seal. After a moment of scrutiny, he finally understood the words on it.

"Zaibo's private seal? Zaibo? That name sounds familiar."

Chang Kun muttered to himself, when suddenly his eyes lit up.

Isn't Zaibo the most beloved son of Prince Qing?

Old Beijingers all know that this man was exceptionally handsome and was known as the "face of the Qing Dynasty," but he was addicted to pleasure, squandered money, and was a terrible person.

Unexpectedly, the treasure buried there contained his own things.

It's a pity it's not his father Prince Qing's treasure. Chang Kun curled his lip. He had heard the story of Prince Qing's treasure since he was a child.

Prince Qing was a notorious corrupt official in the late Qing Dynasty. Legend has it that he amassed a fortune, part of which was hidden in his own secret room and part of which was hidden elsewhere in Beijing. The treasure trove contained various rare treasures, calligraphy and paintings, antiques, and a large amount of gold and silver.

From the late Qing Dynasty to the present, many people have been searching for the whereabouts of treasures in old houses and abandoned courtyards in Beijing.

In fact, everyone in the know understands that most of Prince Qing's wealth has long been distributed abroad, and his descendants are enjoying a life of luxury overseas...

Another treasure legend I heard since childhood is even more outrageous. It is said that the gold looted by the Japanese devils back then was not transported away in time and was obtained by the Gray Immortal.

The Gray Immortal is a giant rat spirit. Even after obtaining the treasure, it was still greedy and sneaked into the city to eat children. The People's Liberation Army bombarded it with artillery but couldn't kill it. They only found a lot of gold in its den.

When Chang Kun watched videos later, some bloggers explained that it was only after the time of the Gray Immortal that the saying "spirits are not allowed to become beings" came about after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

Chang Kun had listened to these treasure legends as stories since he was a child. He never expected that one day he would be able to obtain the treasure of Prince Qing's son. He was quite fortunate.

Sitting under the persimmon tree, I happily played with the jade pendant and bracelet for a while. They had been buried in the ground for at least several decades, but they were still very smooth and lustrous. They were truly wonderful items!

Any one of these items, if taken to future generations, could at least get a down payment on a three-bedroom apartment in the Second Ring Road...

Thinking about this, and looking at this courtyard house, in ten years or so, if I manage to turn it into my own private property, what do these pieces of jewelry and gold matter?

Looking around the courtyard wall, Chang Kun thought to himself that after the fish pond was built, he would put up a grape trellis in front of it and place a few stone benches and tables there.

In the future, when we have dinner in the summer evenings, we can sit at a stone table under the grape trellis, enjoy the cool breeze, eat, and watch the fish – it will be so comfortable.

After some daydreaming, as it was nearing the end of the workday, Chang Kun left his courtyard house and headed to Beihai Park.

"Chang Kun, over here!" Cheng Min saw Chang Kun coming from afar and hurriedly greeted him.

Chang Kun smiled and said, "Girls these days are really great."

In later times, only women would have the right to be late for dates.

If it's a guy who's late, then sorry, no blood money compensation? Don't even think about getting forgiveness...

The two strolled leisurely to the lakeside when they heard a loud shout.

"Oh, you've finally arrived!" Old Li suddenly appeared out of nowhere and came to Chang Kun's side, muttering to himself.

"I've been waiting for you from morning till night these past two days, and I'm so glad you've finally arrived!" she said, keeping a close eye on Chang Kun, as if afraid he would slip away again like that day.

"Alright, Uncle Li, I didn't come here to see you today. I'll play that tune a few more times so you can remember it."

"Good, that's for the best!" Old Li nodded repeatedly. This kind of timeless masterpiece was worth waiting for, no matter how long it took.

"Grandpa, let me play the tune for you again. Do you have any good harmonicas you could give me?"

Chang Kun was thinking of getting another harmonica to match Cheng Min's, so that the two of them could play the harmonica together occasionally, which would be a pleasure.

"What? I don't have a harmonica anymore!" Old Li's eyes widened as he clutched his pocket.

"Young man, forget about the harmonica. This piece can be published in the 'Literary Gazette' later. I think you can earn at least ten or twenty yuan in royalties."

Chang Kun curled his lip. With dozens of kilograms of gold and so many precious jewelry in his space, who would care about a little bit of royalties?

"Hey! You still look down on it? Let me tell you, in 58, the great leader's 'Butterfly Lovers' was published in it, and he received 25 yuan in royalties. The person who composed the music for him received 30 yuan. You can get royalties from it; that's a huge honor. You should be secretly happy!"

Seeing that Chang Kun didn't care, Old Li tried to persuade him earnestly.

Chang Kun's eyes lit up. Great men had all published lyrics and music in the "Literary Gazette"?

Even if I have to pay out of my own pocket for this honor, I have to earn it!