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

After watching his uncle go home, Chang Kun went to the shed and took two cloth bags.

"Little Shui, come on, I'll take you to catch the seasonal bird."

The girls' eyes lit up when they heard this.

I caught some seasonal birds with my older brother a few times, and each time we had a great harvest.

After leaving Xiao Bao in her mother's care, Chang Mei followed along, finding it quite addictive to catching seasonal birds.

When they arrived at the grove, the girls lit a fire as usual, and Chang Kun climbed a tree and shook the branches.

Seeing the cicadas fall to the ground one by one, Xiao Shui chirped happily. There was never anything so fun to do at home.

Before long, they had caught a couple hundred. Chang Qing urged, "Brother, let's hurry back, the opera is about to start."

Xiao Shui asked in confusion, "Xiao Qing, are there opera performances in the village?"

"No, I have a radio at home, and there are opera performances on it every night."

"Ah!" Xiao Shui's eyes widened. Her village's brigade secretary also had a radio, which he treasured and wouldn't let anyone even glance at. She never expected that her aunt's family would also have a radio.

Back home, there were already quite a few people in the yard waiting to listen to the radio. Hearing the creaking sounds coming from the cloth bags in the little girls' hands, they all looked on with envy.

The Chang family must be blessed by some divine being. Not only does the whole family work in the city, but they also have a good harvest every time they go hunting. Even the little girl is good at catching cicadas. Look at her bulging cloth bag; there must be at least one or two hundred of them.

At the stove, Chang Qing, familiar with the process, lit the fire and waited until it burned to a scarlet ash before burying the cicadas in the fire.

After burning dozens of cicadas, she went into the courtyard and distributed them to the villagers one by one, sweetly calling them "uncle" and "auntie."

She knew that most of the people who came to her house to listen to the radio every day were people with whom she had a fairly good relationship.

After her family moved to the city, their relationship with these people gradually faded, and she felt a little reluctant to leave.

Everyone praised him, saying that although Ji Niao'er was small, he was still meat, and that he was willing to share with others. This Xiao Changqing was really good.

Little Shui watched in bewilderment as the birds ate their fill, their beaks turning black. She felt that being at her aunt's house was wonderful, with plenty to play with and plenty to eat.

She listened intently to the radio, softly humming along to the opera, intending to sing it for her mother when she got home.

After the opera, it was time for Hou Baolin's "Night Journey." Even though the villagers had heard it many times, they still listened with great interest, as there were very few entertainment options available in those days.

After listening to the Night Walk, the villagers thought that the evening's program would end as usual, but then they heard a distant melody coming from the radio.

Immediately afterwards, a beautiful female announcer's voice rang out: "Next, please enjoy a piece of music, welcome Comrade Chang Kun's composition 'Hometown'."

Upon hearing this, Liu Meifen and Chang Dashan's expressions changed, and their hands clenched into fists. This...

This is what Xiao Kun said before, that the song was going to be played on the radio.

Is it true? How could it be so fast!

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The villagers present were discussing it animatedly.

"What's going on today? Did they add more programs?"

"Or what kind of music... The key thing is, the person who composed the music is also named Chang Kun, hahaha!"

"They have the same name as our Xiao Kun. That's why the Chang family is so successful; the key is their good name."

"My grandson isn't even a month old yet, looks like I'll have to find a master to give him a proper name..."

"His name is Chang Kun, and so is ours. Maybe we can get to know each other."

"Being able to get on the radio is quite an achievement. I heard that Master Hou Baolin gets several hundred yuan a month."

Wow! So much! We couldn't spend it all even if we ate meat every day!

As the crowd discussed the matter, Chang Dashan and Liu Meifen's hearts pounded, but they managed to remain silent.

Listen to the music first, and then tell the villagers that this is the music composed by our Xiao Kun.

As the 'whooshing' sound rang out, the murmurs in the courtyard gradually subsided, and slowly, it became completely silent again.

There's a saying that goes, "You don't need to understand music, but music will understand you."

The villagers in the courtyard had all been farmers their whole lives, and they didn't understand anything about music.

But as the distant and desolate melody rang in their ears, their bodies unconsciously relaxed, their eyes glazed over, and the corners of their mouths curved slightly.

The paddy field ridges where I played as a child, the smoke from the chimney at dusk, the old tree at the gate of my old home—these hazy memories all come to mind.

As the music faded, the villagers all sighed in unison. They toiled day after day just to make ends meet, and it had been a long, long time since they had thought back to the old days.

When we were young, we longed to grow up quickly, but as adults, we realize that childhood was the best time of our lives.

Chang Dashan was a little lost in thought. He had only heard his son mention that he had composed a piece of music that might be broadcast on the radio, but he had never heard the piece before.

Hearing "Hometown" at this moment, he couldn't help but recall the scene when his grandmother told him stories while fanning him with a palm leaf fan when he was a child.

Many years have passed, and Grandma's smile has long been blurred, but that faint warmth is so clear now.

Liu Meifen was also stunned. She turned her head and looked at the west kang where her son was. She recalled that when she was a child, she would go to the pond with a few friends to catch frogs on summer nights.

The scene from that time is still vividly clear in my mind.

Many of those friends are no longer with us; it's heartbreaking to think about.

Of those present, only a few young girls, including Xiaoqing and Xiaoshui, were still laughing and joking, completely unaffected.

The greatest regret in life is that one cannot simultaneously possess youth and experience the feeling of youth.

This applies equally to childhood.

Young children can't experience the feeling of childhood; they only think about growing up quickly so they can be free.

Little did they know that childhood was the most carefree time.

After a long while, the murmurs in the courtyard resumed.

"This piece of music is truly wonderful!"

"That's right, I was thinking of my mother."

"It reminds me of roasting sweet potatoes by the field when I was a child..."

"This guy named Chang Kun is pretty impressive!"

"I know what to name my grandson! Chengkun!"

Hearing this on the kang (heated brick bed), Chang Kun was speechless. "With that name, aren't you afraid Xie Xun will come looking for revenge?"

As Liu Meifen listened to everyone praising the music and Chang Kun, her face radiated pride.

Hurry up and praise him, praise him more! This is the good son she gave birth to!

Chang Dashan grinned, feeling refreshed by everyone's praise. The villagers were unaware that the piece was composed by his son.

He coughed a few times, just as he was about to speak.

But Liu Meifen glared at him. How could she let Chang Dashan show up at such a momentous occasion?

"Um...everyone, just listen up." Liu Meifen stood up and said loudly.

The villagers turned to look at her, wanting to hear what Liu Meifen had to say.

"Actually, that Chang Kun is our little Kun!"

Afraid that Chang Dashan would reveal the news, she quickly spoke up first.

Seeing that the other villagers were still looking at her with suspicion, Liu Meifen simply explained directly: "Actually, the composer Chang Kun is my son Xiao Kun."

Upon hearing this, everyone present stared wide-eyed at Liu Meifen.

This... Chang Kun's mother is drunk and talking nonsense?