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

Seeing her son's beaming face, Liu Meifen patted Chang Kun on the shoulder: "Little Kun, what's the good news? Tell us quickly!"

Just before she was about to leave work, someone approached her and asked her to pass on a message to Chang Kun, saying that people from the Literature and Art Daily wanted to talk to Chang Kun.

Liu Meifen thought the man had the wrong person; her son was only good at hunting and had no connection to culture.

It wasn't until the man said he had gone to the Institute of Zoology twice that day to look for Chang Kun but hadn't found him, and then inquired his way to the supply and marketing cooperative, that Liu Meifen believed she hadn't made a mistake.

"Son, tell me quickly, what happened?"

Chang Dashan couldn't help but be curious. After hearing Liu Meifen say this on the way, he secretly wondered if his son could not only hunt but also wield a pen. Was his family's ancestral graves truly blessed, producing a person who was both literate and skilled in martial arts?

Chang Kun was smug for a moment before slowly bringing up the matter of the song "Hometown". He hadn't expected that Old Li, who wasn't very good at fishing, would get the song submitted to the literary newspaper so quickly.

"What? This..."

Liu Meifen and Chang Dashan looked at each other in disbelief. Was this really their son?

If they hadn't watched their son grow up from a young age and were very familiar with his little habits and actions, they would probably have thought that their son was possessed by some kind of evil spirit.

Not only can they hunt, but now they can compose music too?

This isn't some random, lousy tune you hum. My son told me that it was published in a literary journal, and even great figures contributed articles to it.

These days, as long as you have even the slightest connection with a great person, it's considered a great honor by ordinary people.

Even ten years later, the wedding will still feature quotes and medals from great figures, demonstrating their high standing in people's hearts.

After a long pause, Liu Meifen finally suppressed her excitement and asked in a trembling voice, "Xiao Kun, this matter has been settled, right?"

"Of course, there's no mistake about that." If a piece like this can't even get published in the literary newspaper, then Chang Kun can only question the editor's level of appreciation.

Upon receiving Chang Kun's affirmative answer, both Liu Meifen and Chang Dashan's eyes welled up with tears.

"Come on, Xiao Kun, let's go to the ancestral graves to pay our respects to our ancestors."

Liu Meifen pulled Chang Dashan away.

Chang Qing, sitting on the kang (heated brick bed), was completely bewildered. She couldn't understand a word of the riddles her parents and older brother were talking about.

"Big brother, parents, we haven't eaten yet!" she called out, sticking her head out into the courtyard.

"Eat, all you know is eating. If you had half the skill of your older brother, I would be satisfied!" Liu Meifen scolded the little girl without turning her head. She was still angry about the three little girls scaring people with firecrackers today.

The little girl shrank back in fright, stuck out her tongue, and dared not say another word.

"Mom, wait for me, I'm coming too." Changmei followed behind, she hadn't visited her grandparents in a long time.

Before it got completely dark, the four of them headed toward the cemetery outside the village.

Along the way, many villagers sat down to rest under the big tree at the village entrance and greeted Chang Dashan.

Chang Dashan ignored what others said and just kept asking and answering his own questions.

"You ask where I'm going? I'm going to visit the graves!"

"Why are we going to the grave? My family produced a literary genius. Xiao Kun composed a piece of music that was published in the 'Literary Gazette'."

"You don't know what the 'Literary Gazette' is? I'll buy a few copies for the village later, and everyone can take a look."

"Even great figures have submitted articles to the literary journal!"

Chang Dashan, beaming with pride, ignored the villagers' comments and recounted Chang Kun's submission to the literary newspaper over and over again.

This feeling was even more exciting than when he was about to go to work.

In his view, it was certainly good to be able to feed his family by working, but he never even dared to dream of publishing his music in a literary newspaper like the great man.

What an honor this is! Not to mention the village or commune, how many people in the entire capital could have such an honor!

It's just that there's no loudspeaker, otherwise he would have liked to shout it out in the village a few times, so that everyone in the village would know how amazing Chang Kun is!

At this moment, Chang Kun felt a little embarrassed facing the villagers watching.

I never expected my dad to be so excited. No one in the village asked him anything, and he just blurted it all out himself.

Chang Kun finally breathed a sigh of relief after hurriedly leaving the village entrance with his parents.

"Dad, they didn't even ask, why did you tell them everything!"

Chang Dashan chuckled: "What's the big deal? Let these people know that we didn't get into the city just by luck."

Liu Meifen nodded, "Xiao Kun, don't be fooled by the smiles on the villagers' faces. There are so many people secretly envious. Now that you've received such a great honor, even if they have any thoughts, they can only keep them to themselves and dare not say anything."

Chang Kun seemed to be thinking about this. Indeed, he was both afraid that his brother would suffer and afraid that his brother would drive a Land Rover.

This applies to brothers as well, let alone villagers.

When you're doing a little better than them, they won't say anything; but when you're doing much better than them, people will gossip behind your back.

Only when they become so powerful that they can't even look up to them will these people shut up.

Of course, even if the villagers were envious, Chang Kun didn't care. Apart from a few close families, he saw everyone else in the village as no different from strangers.

In years of famine, a few close families might help each other out by sharing wild vegetables and tree roots; as for others, it's already a good thing if they don't try to take your things.

Lost in thought, Chang Dashan and Liu Meifen arrived at their ancestral graves and walked around them.

Liu Meifen whispered, "Dad, our ancestral graves aren't even emitting any auspicious smoke."

Chang Dashan glared at her: "Don't talk nonsense! This is our ancestral grave, how could it possibly be smoking!"

Actually, he was just circling the ancestral graves to see if there was any smoke rising from it.

Chang Kun and Chang Mei, a brother and sister, cleared away the weeds in front of and behind the graves.

The family of four stood solemnly before the grave and bowed three times.

As the head of the family, Chang Dashan informed the ancestors about the recent events concerning the family, including the children, work, house, and finally, the music.

At first, he didn't realize it, but as he summarized and recounted the story, Chang Dashan became extremely emotional, and his eyes even turned red.

A month or two ago, the family was extremely depressed because of Chang Kun's dismissal. They never expected that in such a short time, the Chang family would change so much.

With the most important things for a family—jobs and housing—already secured, Chang Dashan felt that even if he were gone now, the Chang family would only get better and better.

All of this was thanks to his son. Thinking of this, Chang Dashan reached out and patted his son's shoulder.

"Xiao Kun, have a good talk with your grandparents. They loved you the most back then."

"Yes!" Chang Kun replied. He was still young when his grandparents passed away and didn't remember much, but as their eldest grandson, he must have been exceptionally pampered.

Chang Mei, who was squatting next to the grave, recalled her childhood and then thought about her family's current situation, and a smile appeared on her face.

"Dad, let's erect a monument for Grandpa and Grandma." Chang Kun chatted with his grandparents for a while and then remembered this idea.

With the family already thriving, it's the perfect time to erect a monument to commemorate our ancestors.

When the time comes, we'll use the royalties from the literary journal to buy our ancestors a villa to live in, a car to drive, some yellow paper ingots, chicken, duck, and cooked meat, so they can enjoy this glory even in the afterlife.