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

Chang Kun rode his bicycle at breakneck speed into the city.

When I arrived at Cheng Min's door, I happened to see her leaving home.

"Chang Kun!" she exclaimed in surprise, not expecting to run into Chang Kun at her doorstep so early in the morning.

Chang Kun stopped the car and nodded: "Have you eaten? Shall we find somewhere to get something to eat?"

Cheng Min smiled, revealing two dimples: "You haven't eaten either? Come on, let's go to Gulou. There are shops and breakfast stalls there. I'll treat you to douzhi (fermented mung bean juice)."

Chang Kun's expression changed!

Fermented mung bean juice? Cheng Min's taste is quite unique!

This stuff was later passed down as a specialty of old Beijing, with people saying that everyone in old Beijing loved to drink it. That's nonsense!

The taste was worse than swill! Even a dog wouldn't eat it!

Seeing Chang Kun's expression, Cheng Min stuck out her tongue and quickly changed her tune: "Actually, I don't like that stuff either."

She has seen too many people who vomit violently after just one sip of soy milk.

In these years of food shortage, no one is willing to waste food. Even so, many people still vomit after drinking soy milk, which shows how inhumane it is.

"Let's go eat braised pork instead," Chang Kun suggested, feeling a bit nauseous at the mention of douzhi (fermented mung bean juice).

Cheng Min nodded. She was happy no matter what she ate, as long as she was with Chang Kun.

Before long, the two arrived at a breakfast stall. At this time, the only people who could eat breakfast were a few people in work clothes and some old men carrying birdcages and wearing long gowns.

These old men are all remnants of the old regime, still living in the past. It's only because the new society is trying to maintain stability that they haven't been thoroughly investigated for their crimes.

Otherwise, these people would at least be exiled to Ningguta...

That would prevent later generations from making videos and proudly boasting about being descendants of the Aisin Gioro clan for generations.

Cheng Min smiled as she took a bite of the braised pork, glanced at Chang Kun, and chuckled again, clearly in a very good mood.

After taking a bite of the braised pork, Chang Kun shook his head inwardly. The taste was just so-so. It was this kind of flavor that was passed down to later generations and transformed into a century-old shop.

It's precisely because everyone is short of meat these days that these shops have become increasingly mysterious. If a new shop were to open nearby and simply serve some boiled pork, everyone would be able to eat it to their heart's content!

Reaching into the cloth bag as if rummaging through it, Chang Kun pulled out a handful of fried cicadas and gave half to Cheng Min.

"Wow! It's still hot? It's fresh out of the pot!" Cheng Min's eyes sparkled; she felt that Chang Kun was so thoughtful.

Put a cicada in your mouth, take a bite, and it's crisp and fragrant, much tastier than braised cicadas!

"It's so delicious!" She squinted her eyes, feeling very satisfied.

"And this..." Chang Kun grabbed a handful of pork cracklings and put them into the braised bowl.

"And there's oil residue!" Cheng Min pinched a small piece, put it in her mouth, and crunched it.

Oil residue was a favorite of most people at that time, and even in later generations, many people still love it.

With a cicada in hand and a piece of fried pork rind, Cheng Min didn't even have time to eat braised pork offal.

After a while, she covered her mouth and let out a burp, smiled sheepishly, and said, "The food you brought was absolutely delicious."

Chang Kun smiled and said, "I'm glad you like it. I still have quite a few left. I'll pack some to take to school and eat them slowly as snacks."

Cheng Min didn't stand on ceremony and instead asked the girls, "Are Xiao Qing and the others at the supply and marketing cooperative?"

"My uncle's daughters are at home, and they're having a blast."

"Well..." Cheng Min rolled her eyes, "They're all not here, how about we go for a stroll today?"

"Don't you have classes?" Chang Kun thought to himself, today wasn't a day off either.

"It's okay, I'll just take a day off. It's rare to have such nice weather today."

Chang Kun turned his head and glanced at the rising sun. He could tell at a glance that it was going to be another hot day. Where was the good weather?

However, he didn't spoil the mood. "Alright, let's ask for leave and meet at Beihai Park."

After watching Cheng Minxing leave in a hurry, Chang Kun rode his bicycle to the research institute.

"Uncle Cheng, is everything alright at the station today?"

Cheng Rongjiang looked up at Chang Kun. He had seen him. This kid had asked his daughter to have dinner at his door early in the morning. Now that they had finished eating, he wanted to go somewhere else to play.

"It's alright, it's alright, go have fun." He waved his hand and shooed Chang Kun away. Although this prospective son-in-law was very nice, he was still going to take away his little darling, so he couldn't help feeling uncomfortable.

"Yes!" Chang Kun replied, left the office, took out the pork that had been packed up the night before from his spatial storage, and then turned back.

"What is it now?" Cheng Rongjiang asked without looking up when he heard the door open.

"Uncle Cheng, I hunted a wild boar yesterday, here's some meat for you."

"Meat?" Cheng Rongjiang glanced at the bag in Chang Kun's hand, feigning reproach: "A perfectly good bag, you've got it all greasy. Alright, just put it there!"

As soon as Chang Kun turned to leave, Cheng Rongjiang quickly got up and opened the cloth bag to check.

"The meat is quite fatty. This kid is really good at hunting... Xiaomin won't be able to endure hardship if she follows him. Sigh—"

When Chang Kun arrived at the entrance of Beihai Park, Cheng Min had not yet arrived.

"Hey, isn't this Chang Kun?" an old man's voice rang out from the side.

Looking in the direction of the voice, Chang Kun saw Old Li and greeted him cheerfully.

Old Li leaned closer mysteriously: "So, what's it like being on the radio?"

"Uncle Li, you found out so quickly?"

"I listen to the radio every night, how could I not know!" Old Li was a little excited. He deserves some credit for the spread of the song "Hometown".

"I have to thank you, Uncle Li, for helping me with both recording and submitting the article." Chang Kun took out a handful of fried cicadas from his pocket and stuffed them into Old Li's hand.

"Hey, it's fried bird season again. It's been a while since I've had any." Old Li didn't stand on ceremony and threw one into his mouth, chewing it with relish.

As the two were chatting, Cheng Min skipped and hopped over, asking, "Chang Kun, Grandpa Li, what are you talking about?"

Old Li answered first: "They're talking about that song on the radio, girl, did you hear it?"

Cheng Min was stunned for a moment, then stared wide-eyed at Chang Kun: "Really on the radio? So fast?!"

Chang Kun nodded: "I haven't had a chance to tell you about last night."

Cheng Min excitedly spun around on the spot, blinked, and asked, "So, how does it feel to suddenly become a celebrity?"

Old Li also looked at Chang Kun. He had seen too many young people who became arrogant and disdainful of others after achieving success at a young age.

"Feelings? I don't feel anything! It's the same as usual, except the villagers are looking at me a little strangely."

Indeed, the villagers could understand his transformation from a poor boy to a nouveau riche, but now that he has become a well-known figure, it's hard to understand.

Cheng Min was somewhat impressed. Even she herself was a little excited when she heard the news, but Chang Kun's attitude remained unchanged.

Old Li nodded in agreement. This Chang Kun was indeed different from ordinary people. Such a big matter seemed to have no effect on the surface.