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

The next morning, Chang Kun went to work as usual.

"Uncle Cheng, these are the bean worms and crabs I caught yesterday. They're all fried. Take them home and see how they taste."

"Hey! Great!" Cheng Rongjiang laughed heartily.

Yesterday was Cheng Min's birthday. He went home and ate a piece of cake, only to find out that it was Chang Kun who bought it for his daughter.

I can't help but admire Xiao Kun. He's not only talented, but also so considerate. He never even thought about celebrating his daughter's birthday.

Later, upon seeing the hairpin given to Cheng Min, he was even more satisfied with Chang Kun.

Such a good son-in-law is hard to find even with a lantern.

Most importantly, the daughter has a special affection for Chang Kun. Last night, when she talked about Chang Kun with him and Cheng Jie, her smile never stopped.

"Xiao Kun, because of her mother, Xiao Min hasn't celebrated her birthday for many years. You're so thoughtful," Cheng Rongjiang said with emotion.

"It's nothing. I took a few of my younger sisters out to play yesterday, and they all had a great time." When Cheng Min's mother was mentioned, Chang Kun thought of the system's bloodline sensing skill again.

"Uncle Cheng, you got bitten by those little tufts last time, are you all better now?"

"I'm fine now. Look at my physique, people would believe I'm in my early twenties." Cheng Rongjiang puffed out his sunken biceps, striking a fit pose.

"Uh... I heard that if someone is bitten by a tussock moth, their blood will turn brown. I don't know if it's true or not." Chang Kun wanted to get Cheng Rongjiang's blood, so he made up a story on the spot.

"Who told you that nonsense? How could that be?!" Cheng Rongjiang waved his hand. He had previously studied snake antivenom, and few people knew more about the symptoms of snake bites than him.

"Let's take a look, it's not much trouble anyway." Chang Kun pushed Cheng Rongjiang into the office.

"Young man, where did you hear this from? Now you're convinced, aren't you?" Cheng Rongjiang found a needle, pricked his finger, and waved the blood from his fingertip in front of Chang Kun.

Chang Kun pretended to examine it closely, stuck the blood droplets on his hand, and nodded.

"Uncle Cheng is the real expert; that guy was just talking nonsense!"

Turning around and walking out of the office, he activated his bloodline senses and discovered that the blood beads on his hand indicated two people in the capital city, one in the direction of the police station and the other in the direction of the primary school. He figured they were Cheng Jie and Cheng Min.

There was another person who sensed that it was in the south, which seemed extremely far away. There was only a direction, but no specific location.

Chang Kun was overjoyed; it seemed that Cheng Min's younger brother, Cheng Rongjiang's youngest son, was still alive.

As long as there is life, there is hope.

Upon closer inspection, the blood beads had lost their effectiveness.

Chang Kun curled his lip; this blood bead was a disposable item.

It seems we'll have to put in a lot of effort to find Cheng Min's brother; only by getting close enough can we sense his exact location.

After chatting with Cheng Rongjiang in the office for a while, Chang Kun got up and went to the First Bureau of the Ministry of Public Security to see if there was any suitable furniture to buy.

Last time, Director Wang from the neighborhood office mentioned that many of the enemy agents and economic criminals arrested by the Ministry of Public Security were quite wealthy, and the furniture they used was made of very good materials and craftsmanship.

Halfway there on his bike, Chang Kun turned around and thought that it was a little embarrassing to just walk up to someone's door and say he wanted to buy furniture.

So he simply slung his heavy-duty bicycle over his shoulder and searched the streets one by one. In such a large city as Beijing, there would always be one or two enemy agents who had slipped through the net and were lurking here.

When Chang Kun reached the bustling main street, his eyes lit up; he had finally found something.

He turned and went to the Ministry of Public Security, where he was informed that he had met Shi Yulong.

"Director Shi, thank you for your help."

"Haha, Xiao Chang, welcome! Don't mention it's too much trouble. I didn't even have a chance to thank you for what you did last time."

Shi Yulong and Chang Kun shook hands, both beaming. Last time, Chang Kun helped him capture three enemy agents in a row, which made him very proud.

"Director Shi, it's like this, I heard that when those enemy agents raided homes here, they took some furniture and stuff..."

"Hey, why call me Director Shi? Just call me Brother Shi! And... we didn't raid your house, that's called a search and confiscation!" Shi Yulong said righteously.

Chang Kun nodded repeatedly: "Yes, yes, do we still have any of the confiscated furniture? The house is almost finished being repaired, and we're missing some furniture."

"Xiao Chang, you're here! Of course we have to have it!" Shi Yulong personally led Chang Kun to the warehouse.

Upon entering the warehouse, Chang Kun immediately spotted several canopy beds, perfect for his family to sleep on, with a daybed next to them serving as a comfortable recliner.

Further inside, there were eight-immortal tables, grand master chairs, drum stools, hidden cabinets, camphor wood chests, five-drawer chests, and all sorts of other things, which dazzled Chang Kun.

You can tell from the quality of these items that they are made of high-quality wood.

"Brother Shi, no one wants all these good things?" Chang Kun asked, somewhat surprised.

"Hey! Everyone wants good stuff, but the key is that people who can afford it don't care about these old things. Others who can't afford it can only barely make a living. They can only dream of these good things but can't afford them."

Chang Kun gave a wry smile. These days, even people in the ministry have it this hard, let alone others.

In later generations, let alone people in the ministry, even a random retired aunt would dare to stand up straight and go on a wild walk.

However, these things just happen to be cheap for me.

"Brother Shi, it's like this, on the way here, I accidentally ran into someone who looked a lot like an enemy agent..."

As soon as Chang Kun finished speaking, Shi Yulong's eyes widened: "Really?! Where is he? Let's go catch him!"

Shi Yulong grabbed Chang Kun's arm and pulled him outside, nagging as he went, "Little Chang, why didn't you say so earlier? We couldn't let the enemy agents get away!"

"Brother Shi, this time, you're not going to play the long game?"

As soon as he asked the question, Shi Yulong stopped in his tracks.

Chang Kun continued, "The enemy agent is currently living at No. 13 Xiangyang Hutong, Naoshikou Street. Whether he wants to arrest someone or catch more fish is up to you, Brother Shi."

Shi Yulong frowned and pondered, pacing back and forth a few times. "Let's find someone to find out the situation first. Xiao Kun, you're practically offering yourself up for the job!"

He laughed as he spoke, never expecting that such a great achievement would come to him while he was sitting in the ministry.

Having witnessed Chang Kun's abilities before, he now completely believed Chang Kun's location of the enemy agents.

"I'll arrange for someone to help you. You can take your time choosing. Take whatever furniture you want, you can take it all." Shi Yulong didn't delay any longer, said goodbye to Chang Kun, and left in a hurry.

Chang Kun alone selected four sets of canopy beds, two sets of eight-immortal tables and round-backed chairs, a large desk, three grand master chairs, and two daybeds from the warehouse.

Now the family has enough to eat and sleep in.

I selected a few of each of the other items: drum stools, dark cabinets, and camphor wood chests. I only have one five-drawer chest, so I'll have to make do with what I have for now.

These items are made of the finest materials. If they could be preserved for posterity, not every piece would be an antique, but even a single chair could easily fetch tens of thousands of dollars.

There were piles of those "double happiness" jars used to hold things in the kitchen, stored in the corner of the storeroom. Chang Kun remembered that in later generations, these jars, with their lids, could be sold for several thousand yuan each. If he told Shi Yulong this, he would probably think he was a fool...

These antiques from a chaotic era are piled up like garbage in a corner of the warehouse. If future collectors saw them, they would probably jump up and curse.

Having just chosen the furniture, Shi Yulong excitedly returned to the storeroom: "Xiao Chang, you've done a great job again!"