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

"Hehehe, I have a little baked bun..."

After going around a few times, Xiuer got used to riding on the donkey's back and was so happy that she danced with joy.

Hearing this, the girls on the kang (a heated brick bed) stopped writing and ran out into the yard shouting.

"Big brother, I want to ride too!"

"Big brother, it's my turn."

Upon seeing this, Liu Meifen slapped Chang Qing and Chang Mu's buttocks twice.

"You guys slack off even when I ask you to cut grass! I was going to let you off the hook because I saw you writing, but all you ever think about is playing! Fine, you'll see how much you love to play!"

Several more slaps followed, bringing tears to Chang Qing and Chang Mu's eyes. They covered their bottoms, too afraid to move, and lost all their excitement about riding the little donkey.

First, the eldest brother was scolded for taking the calligraphy exam when he came home, and now he's being beaten by his mother. Changqing and Changmu felt wronged when they saw Xiuer riding her little firecracker. Why could Xiuer play all the time while they had to work and practice calligraphy?

These girls don't seem to remember the days before. Back then, they had to go to the foot of the mountain to dig for wild vegetables every day, and they had to go very early, otherwise the vegetables would be all gone.

Compared to then, how fortunate we are now! We only need to do less work and learn a few new words, and we have food and fun every day.

They can't even do this simple thing right, no wonder I have to teach them a lesson.

These days, do you really expect parents to patiently reason with their children? If they don't hit or scold you, they're already considered very good parents.

"Spare the rod and spoil the child" and "No beatings or scoldings will make a good son" are both well-known sayings from that era.

Xiuer, standing nearby, giggled. She was overjoyed to see her two older sisters being scolded. As the youngest in the family, she was often bullied by her sisters.

Chang Qing and Chang Mu stood there with their hands down, watching Xiu'er riding on Xiao Huoshao's back, circling the yard, their eyes practically spitting fire.

"Alright, come down and rest for a while, it's time to eat." Chang Kun lifted Xiu'er down and wiped the sweat from her forehead.

"Big pot, I want to ride it again." She struggled with her calves, still trying to climb onto Little Fire's back.

*Smack!* A slap landed on her little bottom. Her mother's eyes widened: "You want a beating too, don't you?"

The little girl rubbed her eyes, buried her head in Chang Kun's shoulder, and pretended to cry while sobbing.

Chang Kun laughed. This little girl really needs someone to discipline her. She's always acting spoiled and unreasonable. When she gets a little older, she'll probably be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles.

After the family had a lively dinner, Chang Kun strolled over to the home of the brigade leader, Liu Tiezhu, carrying a pheasant in his hand.

"Uncle Liu, have you eaten?"

"Little Kun is here, come in and sit down." Before Liu Tiezhu could speak, his wife, Li Erniang, hurriedly greeted him.

Chang Kun is the village's recognized literary star, and cannot be neglected.

"Xiao Kun is here. I just finished eating and was about to go to your house to listen to the radio," Liu Tiezhu said with a smile as he got off the kang (a heated brick bed).

Chang Kun casually placed the pheasant on the ground: "Uncle Liu, it's like this, I wanted to ask if there are any leftover seeds in our village, I'd like to buy some."

Two days after the space upgrade, he prepared to get some seeds to plant in the space.

"Seeds?" Liu Tiezhu was taken aback. "Xiao Kun, what do you need seeds for?"

"Uncle Liu, I need some at my workplace. Let me find a place to buy some," Chang Kun casually made up a reason.

"Oh, alright then, come with me to the brigade's warehouse, the seeds are all there." Liu Tiezhu glanced over and saw that his wife, Li Erniang, was already holding the pheasant that Chang Kun had brought, her face beaming with joy.

"Xiao Kun, you're here, why did you bring anything...?"

"The taxis we take in the mountains aren't worth much money."

The two men arrived at the brigade's warehouse, grabbing handfuls of corn, wheat, and rice seeds, and two or three potatoes. Chang Kun looked around and asked, "Uncle Liu, don't you have any radish or cabbage seeds?"

Liu Tiezhu leaned closer and whispered, "Xiao Kun, these things aren't allowed to be planted. The little bit in the village was secretly kept by me. You can have it all."

As he spoke, he carefully pulled two paper packets from a crack in the mud wall of the storage shed and opened them: "This is all we have left. They won't let us plant perfectly good vegetables, I don't know what they're thinking!"

These are things one can only grumble about in private; one wouldn't dare say them out loud.

"Uncle Liu, then these will all be considered as purchases from the village on my behalf. How many grain coupons do you want?"

"What are these things worth?" Liu Tiezhu waved his hand. "You're famous throughout the entire commune now. Those bastards who collect grain are all very polite to me now. They don't dare to arbitrarily deduct grain from our village's quota. For that reason alone, it wouldn't be too much to give you as many seeds as you want."

"Deduction?" Chang Kun frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Xiao Kun, you're too young to understand. Those bastards from the commune stay in the village every time they collect grain. We offer them good wine and meat, but if they're not satisfied, they say the grain they're handing in isn't up to standard and they have to weigh it at a discount. Tell me what you think..."

Chang Kun sighed inwardly. Anyone with a bit of power would find a way to torment people; this has never changed from ancient times to the present.

Just like that famous saying among cadres: "I'm not capable of supporting a company, but it's too easy for me to ruin one..."

So what's this talk of high salaries to prevent corruption? A complete joke...

The two chatted as they returned to Chang Kun's courtyard. There were already quite a few people in the courtyard, all of whom had come to listen to the radio.

Chang Kun greeted the elderly as he entered the main room, thinking to himself that once his family moved to the city, he would probably never see such a lively scene again.

In later generations, when watching videos, we often see people driving thousands of kilometers back to their hometown just to catch a glimpse of their childhood courtyard.

Even though the yard is now overgrown with weeds, it still holds some of my happiest memories.

Lying on the east kang (heated brick bed), you plant corn, wheat, and rice in the black soil of the space, and potatoes, radishes, and cabbages on the other side. Crops in the space can grow ten times faster, and these things can mature in as little as four or five days, or as long as ten or more days.

When the time comes, with food in hand, there will be no panic. Even if the famine is severe, your family will not go hungry.

In one corner of the space were ginseng, deer antler, musk, and several kilograms of forest frogs. Next to them were dozens of grouse, seven or eight pheasants, four roe deer, a sika deer, and four bear paws. Further on were a wild boar, a blue sheep, two donkeys, and half a wolf.

After tidying up, I realized there was a lot of stuff in the space; it could easily be used to open a butcher shop.

Nothing happened that night, and the next morning...

When Chang Kun woke up, the first thing he did was check the seeds in his space. Sure enough, it was ten times faster than expected. Overnight, various seedlings had sprouted from the black soil, and the lush green seedlings were a delightful sight.

Among them, radish and cabbage mature the fastest, and they should be ready to eat in three to five days. I can make radish and spare ribs and stir-fried cabbage with vinegar then. Just thinking about the taste makes my mouth water.

Since their rebirth, Chang Kun's family has eaten more meat than grains. As for vegetables, they have never even seen them. The only fruit they have ever eaten is the mushroom bird fruit, which can be considered a fruit.

At this time, if you want to buy vegetables in Beijing, you can't buy them at all without connections. I wonder if those experts and leaders who don't allow vegetable cultivation have any shortage of vegetables at home. I suppose they have their own special supply channels.

Just like later experts who advocated planting genetically modified crops, they themselves didn't eat them, but their workplaces allocated a few plots of land for private use and even hired people specifically to farm them. Their lives were truly enviable...