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

"Uncle, there's no such thing as a black dragon or a white dragon. It's all just hearsay."

Most legends are like this: slaying a white snake, a dragon turtle offering a stele—these may have been ordinary things, but over time they become mysterious.

Liu Meilin, sitting on the back of the bicycle, stretched out her arms and gestured: "You don't know, I heard that the Miyun Reservoir in the north has been shut down for several days because a dragon's offspring emerged from the Baihe River. I heard it's dozens of meters long!"

"Several tens of meters?" Chang Kun imagined it. Even if it was twenty or thirty meters, it would be ten stories high. Where inland would there be such a big thing? Even in the Amazon rainforest, it would be hard to find a thing that was twenty or thirty meters tall.

"Uncle, even if there's a snake this big, it won't affect the digging of the reservoir. Our cannons are no joke."

"You can't just say that! They're descendants of the White Dragon, how can you just hit them like that!" Liu Meilin patted Chang Kun on the back. Some people in the nearby villages believe in the White Dragon and think that the White Dragon protects them and ensures good weather and abundant harvests.

"Anyway, I heard it's true that the reservoir construction has been suspended, and who knows how long this delay will last."

Chang Kun recalled that if things had proceeded as planned, the Miyun Reservoir would not have been completed until next year. He wondered if his uncle's mention of the "dragon son and grandson" had affected the construction schedule in his previous life.

When I dropped my uncle off at the grain station, we happened to run into Yan Lüji, the director of the grain station.

"Oh, it's Chang Kun!" Yan Luji saw Chang Kun from afar and jogged over to greet him.

Chang Kun got off his bicycle and shook hands with him: "Director Yan, good morning."

"Haha, I was planning to visit you, but I didn't expect to run into you today." Yan Luji shook Chang Kun's hand up and down, his face full of enthusiasm.

"What's wrong, Director Yan? Is there something you need?" Chang Kun asked, puzzled.

"It's nothing. I just heard that the piece on the radio was composed by you, and I was thinking of paying you a visit. It would be an honor for my old face to know such a famous person as you."

"This..." Chang Kun still underestimated the influence of the music on the radio. He didn't expect Director Yan to value it so much.

Liu Meilin, standing nearby, widened her eyes and interjected, "Xiao Kun, did you really write the music playing on the radio?"

He worked at the grain station. When he got home, his wife told him that Xiao Kun had composed a piece of music that was on the radio.

He then scolded him, saying, "Don't I know what my nephew is like? Composing music is something for cultured people, how could it be his nephew? He must be someone with the same name as Xiao Kun."

When he arrived at his older sister's house this morning, he saw that her family was behaving normally, so he didn't dwell on the matter.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Kun's composition actually made it onto the radio?

Chang Kun nodded, thinking to himself, "These people are overreacting. It's just a piece of music. They're praising it now, but when things pick up in a few years, I hope they don't label me a capitalist because of this piece."

Upon receiving Chang Kun's affirmation, Liu Meilin rubbed her hands excitedly. Such a big thing, and her older sister didn't even tell him, causing her to scold her wife.

Yan Luji looked at Chang Kun's youthful face, and then thought about his own son who was about the same age. The two had achieved worlds apart, and he secretly resented himself for not having such a good son!

"Chang Kun, how's the renovation of that courtyard house going?" The two didn't have much of a relationship; it was just that Chang Kun had helped out last time, and Yan Liji had paid him.

Seeing Chang Kun's growing success, he wanted to establish a connection with him.

"I have to thank Director Yan. The renovation of the courtyard is almost finished, and we can move in in a few days." Chang Kun said politely. The renovation costs of the courtyard were all paid by Yan Luji.

"Hey, we agreed on this, can I come join the fun when you move?"

Chang Kun thought for a moment. He had originally only planned to invite a few close relatives and friends to "warm the house" when he moved, but now that Yan Luji had asked, he couldn't very well refuse him.

"Alright, Director Yan, I'll set a date and come to invite you again later."

I have plenty of meat, so I'll definitely host a few parties to celebrate the move. My life will be prosperous from now on.

After chatting for a few minutes with his uncle and Yan Luji, Chang Kun rode away on his bicycle.

Yan Luji, standing behind him, sighed: "Old Liu, your nephew is truly no ordinary person!"

Liu Meilin is still a little dazed. When did Chang Kun, whom she had watched grow up, become so talented that his composition could be broadcast on the radio?

Is it because my brother-in-law's ancestral graves are in a good location? I'll have to ask my older sister about it later!

When they arrived at the research institute, Cheng Rongjiang was already in his office, clutching his stomach and slumped over the table.

"Uncle Cheng, are you still feeling unwell? How much did you drink last night?"

Cheng Rongjiang looked up at Chang Kun and sighed, "I don't remember how much I drank, but we finished all the wine at home."

Chang Kun: ...

"What were you two talking about that made you drink so much?"

After frowning and thinking carefully for a while, Cheng Rongjiang hesitated and said, "It seems... we should talk about you and Xiaomin?"

They had nothing else to talk about. One was happy that his son was getting married, while the other was sad that his daughter was getting married. They barely ate any food, but after each of them had a drink, they drank too much.

Chang Kun was speechless. Yesterday, his father went to Cheng Rongjiang's house, probably to talk about the marriage between the two younger generations. How could he have gotten so drunk just from talking about that?

He pulled a few cicadas from his pocket: "Uncle Cheng, would you like a few?"

"What is this thing?!" Cheng Rongjiang was stunned when he saw the osmanthus cicada being handed to him. He really didn't recognize it.

The Institute of Zoology was formerly the Institute of Insects. Cheng Rongjiang has eaten more insects than most people have ever seen, but he doesn’t recognize the flower cicada.

"This is called Osmanthus Cicada, a gift from a friend in the South." Chang Kun pulled off the head and internal organs of the Osmanthus Cicada and handed the body to Cheng Rongjiang.

After examining it from all angles, Cheng Rongjiang put the whole thing in his mouth and chewed it a few times. His eyes lit up; the taste and texture were unexpectedly good.

"Xiao Kun, do you think these things can be farmed?"

When encountering delicious or usable resources, Cheng Rongjiang's first consideration is whether they can be farmed on a large scale, which is also the research institute's function most of the time.

Chang Kun recalled that he was lucky to have enjoyed watching science videos in his previous life. He remembered that the flower cicada was a creature that required a relatively high temperature. It was fine to raise it in the south, but not in the north, where the mortality rate would be too high if the temperature was too low.

After listening to Chang Kun explain the reason, Cheng Rongjiang sighed. He had finally found a kind of food that he liked to eat, but it couldn't be raised in the north.

"Uncle Cheng, if you like it, I have more here." Chang Kun grabbed another handful and handed it to Cheng Rongjiang.

He waved his hand: "Forget it, things brought from the South must be rare. Let's save some for others to try."

"Alright then, Uncle Cheng, how about coming to my house for another drink tonight? I'll make sure there's plenty of wine," Chang Kun said with a laugh.

"You little brat, come on! Your dad and I drank like this, it'll take us three to five days to recover." As he spoke, Cheng Rongjiang smacked his lips, wondering how he managed to drink so much alcohol; he couldn't even remember how.

"Your dad...did he throw up when he got home last night?" He threw up all over the place last night, and when he woke up this morning, Cheng Min nagged and scolded him. These days, it's practically a crime to waste food like that.

Chang Kun chuckled. Luckily, there were a few chickens at home that could eat the vomit, so it wasn't too wasteful.

Otherwise, Dad would have been scolded for who knows how long...