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

Upon hearing this, Chang Dashan's hands trembled with excitement: "Great! Great! How come I didn't think of that!"

Now his family has no shortage of food, drink, or money. If an inscription is erected on his tombstone, Chang Dashan can stand tall in front of his ancestors even after he has gone to the underworld!

The family stayed at the grave for a long time, until it was completely dark, before heading home.

Before leaving, Chang Dashan kept nagging, asking his ancestors to bless his family with peace and health, especially his son Chang Kun, who had now become the pillar of the Chang family.

Back home, the three little girls were already hungry, and they were eating the river shrimp and water dragonflies that their eldest sister had cooked.

"Brother, this tastes even better than the seasonal bird!"

Chang Qing ate with his mouth full of oil, but he didn't forget to stuff a water dragonfly into his parents' hands.

How could it not taste good? This thing grows up eating mosquitoes, while cicadas grow up drinking tree sap. One is carnivorous and the other is vegetarian, so the carnivorous one must taste much better.

Moreover, water dragonflies live entirely in water, and their flesh is much more delicate than that of cicadas. No wonder they were sold for more than cicada nymphs in later generations, costing over a hundred yuan per kilogram.

These things will be available to buy in later generations, and there are many more that are simply forbidden to eat in later generations. If you don't take advantage of this era to eat all the delicious food, you'll be committing a crime even if you catch a frog to eat later...

If you really want to eat wild game, you'll probably have to go to those tiny countries in Southeast Asia. Those in the know, please share your thoughts.

However, when that time comes, I'm afraid of being dragged to the park for kidney-tonifying surgery. I can't risk being arrested and taken to the park just for a bite to eat.

It's tough...!

Chang Kun also picked up a water dragonfly to eat. It tasted pretty good, with a crunchy chicken flavor. This kind of high-protein food is simply irresistible.

Catch more cicadas and dragonflies when you have time and put them in your spatial storage. You'll have plenty to eat whenever you want.

The next morning, Chang Kun didn't go to work, but went straight to the editorial department of the Literature and Art Newspaper.

Yesterday, someone from the Literature and Art Daily left a message for my mother, asking Chang Kun to come to the editorial office to discuss something.

The editorial office is located on Shatan North Street. To the north is the Ministry of Culture office building, and to the south is the famous May Fourth Red Building.

Stepping into the two-story editorial office, Chang Kun was a little disappointed, feeling it was somewhat shabby.

The windows inside the building are small, making the interior somewhat dim. The wooden stairs creak as you step on them, clearly indicating that they have been in disrepair for many years.

"Hello, where is Editor Shen?"

Chang Kun grabbed one of the people at random and asked.

"Editor Shen? We don't have an Editor Shen here. Wait, are you looking for Chief Editor Shen?"

The man looked at Chang Kun with surprise, then pointed towards the second floor, saying, "Editor-in-Chief Shen is in room 201 on the second floor. Go and ask him."

*Knock knock knock!*

Chang Kun knocked on the door and went in. Looking up, he saw an elderly man in his sixties sitting at a desk inside.

His hair was already white, combed meticulously, and he wore a dark Zhongshan suit with a neat collar, exuding the seriousness of an old-fashioned scholar.

Looking up at the person through his black-rimmed reading glasses, he asked in a gentle tone with a Jiangzhe accent, "Hello, young man, who are you looking for?"

"Hello, I'm looking for Editor Shen. Someone asked me to come see him yesterday. My name is Chang Kun."

"Oh? You're Chang Kun, young man, you're so young!" The old man behind the desk stood up abruptly, walked up to Chang Kun, and looked him up and down carefully.

Although the old man's eyes were a little cloudy, his sharp gaze seemed to penetrate his body and reach his heart.

Faced with such scrutiny, Chang Kun remained unmoved. The publication of "My Hometown" was his original creation and could withstand any questioning.

After a two- or three-second pause, the old man shook hands with Chang Kun: "Young man, my name is Shen Dehong, I'm the editor Shen who's looking for you."

The old man paused for a moment, then spoke again: "Could you please play that piece 'Hometown' again? I heard it was composed by a young man, and there's a lot of noise in the newspaper office."

The old man downplayed the issue by saying there was a lot of background noise; in reality, many people in the newspaper almost directly stated that Chang Kun had plagiarized the piece from somewhere.

Such a song, filled with sorrow for one's hometown yet also possessing a magnanimous spirit, should not be the kind of emotion a young person should have.

Unless, of course, he is the kind of genius who is unreasonable.

In the eyes of exceptional geniuses, like Qian Xuesen, even the most slow-witted person couldn't learn calculus by age 14...

The piece was sent to the newspaper by Editor Zou's college friend. At first, Editor Zou didn't think much of it, assuming that his friend had discovered a masterpiece and couldn't bear to let it go to waste.

Until this editor, Zou, saw his friend's comment—"Unprecedented throughout history, immortal for a hundred years!"

Is this okay?

What kind of melody dares to be called such lyrics!

In his memory, only songs like "The Butterfly Lovers" and "The Waves of Honghu City" had the opportunity to use such lyrics.

Editor Zou dared not take it lightly. He put down everything he was doing, looked at the piece of music once, played it once, and then played it again. He was completely absorbed in the music, and he played it for most of the day.

He didn't notice that a dozen or so colleagues had gathered outside his office.

Almost all of his colleagues at the newspaper were there, including the honorary editor-in-chief, Editor-in-Chief Shen, who stood quietly at the door listening to the music.

These people did nothing but listen to him play the tune over and over again. Each of them had tears in their eyes, and they were filled with nostalgia for their hometown from childhood, and even more so, they were reminded of themselves as children...

Seeing so many people listening intently, the editor calmed herself down, stood up, and walked over to Editor-in-Chief Shen: "Yanbing, when did you arrive?"

The newspaper office is full of intellectuals, and they rarely address each other by their titles. In particular, calling Shen Yanbing "Editor-in-Chief Shen" would be an insult. He is a big shot in the Ministry of Culture and a giant in the literary world!

"Haha, Lao Zou, when did you get such a good piece of music? It left us all stunned." Shen Yanbing didn't say anything else, but first inquired about the origin of the piece.

For an elderly man like him to be able to recall his childhood memories and remain immersed in them for so long, this piece of music must be truly extraordinary.

"This piece was sent to me by my good friend today. He said it was timeless and immortal, and I thought he was just bragging, but I didn't expect..."

Shen Yanbing repeated "unprecedented throughout history, immortal for a hundred years" to himself twice.

After a long silence, he sighed and said, "This piece truly deserves these two words. I never expected your friend, Lao Zou, to have such skill. He must be a master himself."

Outside the office, other colleagues from the newspaper were also listening intently, eager to know which master had composed this piece.

Editor Zou was taken aback, then quickly waved his hand: "It's her, of course. How could I not know what level my classmates and friends are at?"

"Oh? Who composed that music? We might even know each other," Shen Yanbing urged.

The cultural circle is large in some ways, with many people, but it is also small in others, with only a few top figures. Even if they are not friends and have never met, they have at least heard of each other's names.

Editor Zou glanced at the sheet music; it only had one name on it.

"Chang...Chang Kun??"