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

The family was enjoying a delicious meal of donkey bones when the little girls woke up.

"Father, Mother, Big Brother, what are you eating? It smells delicious!"

As soon as Chang Qing opened his eyes, he smelled a delicious aroma, and he jumped up, ready to get off the kang (a heated brick bed).

"Let's wake up the younger sisters and have them come eat together."

Upon hearing his elder brother's order, Chang Qing raised his hand and slapped the little girls' bottoms several times.

As the eldest sister, she doesn't tolerate her younger sisters' bad habits; she'd rather take action than argue.

"Oh! Chang Qing, you dare to hit me!" Chang Mu was woken up by the slap and pounced on Chang Qing, ready to wrestle with her.

Before Xiao Shui came, she didn't dare to provoke Chang Qing and could only let her older sister bully her.

Xiao Shui has been staying at home these past few days. She and Chang Qing are about the same age. When Chang Qing bullies people, the two of them team up and fight back against him.

"Stop! Stop!" Chang Qing didn't have time to play around with them at this moment; the meat in the pot was waiting for her.

Chang Mu and Xiao Shui also smelled the aroma. Forgetting about taking revenge on Chang Qing, they jumped off the kang (a heated brick bed) and headed straight for the stove.

Chang Xiu was the only one left on the kang (heated brick bed). She woke up groggily, touched her little bottom, and still didn't know what was going on.

"Little Fire Bun...where did Little Fire Bun go?"

I had a lot of fun playing with the little donkey last night, and I dreamed about riding it, like a general riding a big horse in a Peking Opera.

Walking to the east kang (heated brick bed), Chang Kun reached out and picked up the little girl, patting her head: "What's wrong? Now that you have Xiao Huoshao (a type of flatbread), you're not looking for your older brother anymore?"

"What a big pot!" Xiu'er, who was good at acting cute, gave Chang Kun a kiss on the cheek and giggled.

"Come on, eat some meat. Don't let Xiaoqing and the others eat it all."

With so many kids in the family, everything tastes especially delicious. No matter what it is, they fight over it because it tastes better.

After the girls finished eating, Liu Meifen came to the courtyard and taught them how to feed the little glutinous rice cakes.

This little donkey was eating grass in the yard for the first time and wasn't quite used to it, so it resisted from time to time.

However, it calmed down after seeing Chang Kun, enjoying Chang Kun's petting and obediently eating grass with its head down.

"Big brother is so amazing!" Chang Qing and the other girls' eyes sparkled. They also wanted to be as close to Xiao Huoshao as their big brother.

Chang Dashan got a donkey bridle from somewhere and planned to put it on Xiao Huoshao after he finished eating.

Seeing that it was getting late, Chang Kun picked up the donkey whip he had packed, hopped on his bicycle, and planned to deliver it to Director Wang when he had time.

Humming a song, Chang Kun rode slowly along the road into the city. He was in a great mood after the system upgrade.

Before even entering Dongzhimen, I suddenly heard the cry of a small baby. The cry was weak and feeble, like a cat's meow, as if it could break at any moment.

Following the sound of crying, Chang Kun looked around and saw four people walking unsteadily.

An old man was leaning on a tree branch, with a small basket on his back. The baby's cries were coming from the basket.

The old man seemed to have some leg problems, walking with a limp, leaning on a tree branch with one hand and holding a thin wooden stick in the other, which was stretched backward.

Behind the old man, two children, about six or seven years old, were covered in dirt and weakly moved forward, clutching thin wooden sticks.

The three of them lined up in a row, unable to lift their feet, and could only drag themselves along the ground.

In his previous life, Chang Kun had begged his way to Northeast China, so he was very familiar with this kind of group. It was obvious that these people had also fled famine.

Back then, if he hadn't met some kind people on the road, he would have starved to death in some unknown corner long ago.

The baby's cries still lingered in his mind. Even someone who didn't know medicine would know that such cries meant the baby could die at any moment.

Little one, we seem to be destined to meet...

Chang Kun sighed. Faced with such a situation, it was impossible to remain indifferent.

Turn the car around and drive up to the old man.

"Grandpa, are you here to stay with relatives?"

The old man looked up at Chang Kun, took a few breaths, and then slowly said, "I've come to see the old squad leader."

The old man was a veteran. Upon hearing this, Chang Kun quickly got off his bicycle.

"Grandpa, where are you from? I noticed something's wrong with the baby on your back..." Chang Kun tried to phrase his words tactfully.

The old man's eyes were bloodshot as he reached out and touched the basket on his back: "My child is hungry."

Hungry?

Yes, this is what it feels like to be extremely hungry. You don't even have the strength to cry, and your past life's experiences resurface in your mind.

Reaching into his pocket, Chang Kun pulled out a handful of milk candies from his spatial storage and stuffed them into the old man's hand.

"Have some candy to tide you over, the little one is starving."

The old man's hands trembled slightly as he looked down at the milk candy wrapped in its paper, opened his mouth, and said, "Young man, thank you..."

"Feed the baby first." Chang Kun helped put the baby down from his back and then saw that it was a little girl, who looked to be two or three years old, about the same age as Xiao Xiu'er, but her arms and legs were so thin that she was just skin and bones.

The old man didn't stand on ceremony anymore, peeled off a piece of milk candy, and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Click, click..."

He chewed the candy twice, then spat it into the little girl's mouth.

Chang Kun felt a chill run down his spine...

The little girl tasted the milk candy and forgot all about crying, smacking her lips noisily as she ate it.

The old man couldn't bear to eat it himself, so he peeled off two pieces and gave them to the two six- or seven-year-old boys behind him. He held the rest tightly in his hand, watching the little girl, waiting for her to finish eating before feeding her.

"Grandpa, you can have this." Taking advantage of the old man's inattention, Chang Kun took out a few pieces of glutinous rice cake from his spatial storage and handed them to him.

"This...no, no!" The old man waved his hands repeatedly. If the little girl hadn't been so hungry that she couldn't bear it anymore, he wouldn't have accepted Chang Kun's gift so easily.

"This is for the child. Will the child go hungry because of you?" Chang Kun pressed down hard on the old man's arm, making him hold the glutinous rice cake.

The old man's eyes reddened even more, and he was so excited that he could barely stand.

"Grandpa, what's wrong with your leg?" Chang Kun had just noticed that his leg seemed to be having some kind of problem, and he was walking with a limp.

He picked up a few more pieces of glutinous rice cake and handed them to the two boys. They looked at the old man, and only after he nodded in agreement did they reach out and take them, saying, "Thank you, Uncle."

Chang Kun touched his face. What kind of taste did these two kids have? Did they think he looked that old? How dare they call him "uncle"!

The old man touched his leg and raised his face: "The Japanese devils shot me; there's shrapnel in there."

Chang Kun was filled with awe. This old soldier had even fought against the Japanese! How could he look so miserable now?

"Grandpa, what can I do for you? Are you looking for the old squad leader?"

The old man's eyes reddened again, and he gritted his teeth: "We can't survive anymore, we've come looking for food. The countryside won't let farmers grow their own crops, people are starving to death!"

Chang Kun paused for a moment, thinking that reality is sometimes more surreal than fiction.

These days, farmers are not allowed to plant crops at will. Even planting something in front of or behind their houses is considered a serious mistake!

"Grandpa, where are you from? It's not even harvest time yet, and things are already this bad?" Chang Kun sighed. Natural disasters combined with man-made calamities are beyond human control.

The old man patted the little girl's head, leaned close to Chang Kun's ear, and said in a hoarse voice, "Home? Home is long gone! There was no food to eat, my son and daughter-in-law died from bloating after eating chaff and dirt!"

White chaff soil? Isn't that just Guanyin clay?!

Chang Kun recalled his past life, in which he had also tasted the flavor of Guanyin clay; if he hadn't been so lucky...