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

"Uncle Yang!"

Chang Kun stood the bicycle aside and called out.

"Hey, Xiao Kun's here." Yang Shunong waved his hand, signaling the others to go ahead.

Before mentioning his own move, Chang Kun pointed to the departing group and asked, "Uncle Yang, who's this?"

"Xiao Kun, you don't know, a thief has been popping up in the village lately, stealing corn every day. The militia staked out the village for days and finally caught him! It wasn't easy!"

"They've already spotted someone, why are they all rushing off like that?"

"We've spotted the thief, but haven't caught him yet. He's hiding in a large cornfield. Four people are watching from outside, and six people are going in to catch him, but we've been searching for over an hour and still haven't caught him. Isn't that strange?"

Upon hearing this, Chang Kun became interested. The six of them went into a cornfield to look for someone, but after more than an hour they still hadn't found him. Could it be that the person had already run away?

"Come on, Grandpa Yang, let's go take a look together."

"Okay, let's go quickly... Xiao Kun, what brings you here?"

On the way, Chang Kun told Yang Shunong about the move.

"Oh my, my in-laws will be living in the city from now on? That's wonderful! The whole family will be city dwellers. It's a pity Xiaomei didn't get to experience this good fortune."

Yang Shunong sighed, thinking that if his daughter-in-law Chang Mei could also become a city dweller and receive government-supplied food, the family's burden would be much lighter.

"Uncle Yang, don't worry, my brother-in-law will be back soon, and the whole family will be able to go to the city sooner or later."

Speaking of Chang Kun's brother-in-law, Yang Shunong smiled and said, "That's true. Lijun is back, so it's time to see our son properly. Is Xiaobao doing well at home?"

"She's doing great, eating and sleeping well, with chubby cheeks that are just adorable."

"Thanks to your hunting skills, Xiao Kun, Xiao Mei and Xiao Bao are eating well and enjoying life thanks to you!"

"My sister and my eldest nephew, they absolutely cannot go hungry."

The two chatted as they walked out of the cornfield.

"Captain, Captain..."

The militiamen guarding outside the cornfield greeted Yang Shunong.

Chang Kun glanced at the cornfield; it was indeed quite large, about three or four acres in circumference. No wonder it could hide people.

However, under the system's detection, no criminal can hide.

Looking at the faint red figure in the system, Chang Kun fell into deep thought. He had never seen a criminal with such a pale color before.

Could it be that this thief only stole these corns and didn't commit any other crimes, hence the dim red color, similar to the red name mechanism in games?

Before they could figure it out, four more militiamen emerged from the cornfield: "Captain, we still haven't found it."

Perhaps because they were in such a hurry to go in and out of the cornfield, the militiamen had small cuts on their faces and necks from the corn leaves, and they could be seen scratching them from time to time.

"Still haven't found him?" Yang Shunong frowned. He never expected that finding someone in a cornfield would be so difficult.

"They couldn't have run away, could they? They're not in this area anymore, are they?"

One of the militiamen immediately replied, "Impossible! Those of us who stayed outside were keeping a close watch on the surroundings; there's no way anyone could have slipped away!"

"What else is there to say! Go back in and search, line them up, check them row by row. A living person, what are they going to do with their life?!"

Yang Shunong arranged the militiamen in front of him into a row, with one person every two rows, so that no corn thief would escape.

"Xiao Kun, we're moving in three days, right? I understand. You go ahead and get busy. I'll go into the cornfield and look for people."

"Uncle Yang, let me help you find someone too, it's still early for work."

"Alright then... keep an eye on the time, don't be late for work." With that, Yang Shunong plunged into the cornfield.

After checking the location of the thief in the sensor, Chang Kun found the nearest spot and entered from the edge of the cornfield.

Corn leaves are quite sharp; if you're not careful, you can get a cut on your hands or face, which is numb and itchy and very unpleasant.

After walking for four or five minutes, they arrived deep in the cornfield. At this moment, all around was quiet. Chang Kun was stunned when he saw the person squatting on the ground ten meters away.

The man was wearing an old gray-green military uniform that looked quite old, and one eye was covered by an eyepatch, giving him a classic pirate look.

At this moment, his eyes were wide open, and he was carefully observing his surroundings. He also tilted his ears to the side, trying to hear where the sound was coming from.

It was still early morning and the temperature wasn't very high, but the man's forehead was already covered in sweat. He must have been too nervous, afraid of being caught by the security team.

Chang Kun possessed the art of disguise, and the man never discovered his whereabouts.

Looking at the old military uniform and then at the one eye, he thought for a moment, could this person be an old soldier?

Regardless of whether someone is a veteran or not, stealing corn from the production team's field is a serious crime these days. If stealing corn is just to survive, then no one would arrest him.

After all, it's unreasonable for farmers who grow their own food to go hungry.

As Zhang San later said, if a person is starving to death and the only thing they can eat is a giant panda, then they should eat it; there's absolutely no problem. This is called emergency avoidance.

If a person is starving at this moment, what's a little corn to steal? It's just a desperate attempt to survive and avoid danger.

After taking three or four more steps forward, Chang Kun coughed lightly.

The sound rang in the man's ears like thunder. He trembled, turned his one eye toward Chang Kun's direction, and slowly retreated, trying to hide himself.

"This cornfield is huge. The militia from the east have already come in. I wonder if the thieves will escape from the east."

As they walked, Chang Kun spoke in a voice that was neither too loud nor too soft, making sure the person could hear him.

"Life is hard enough for everyone, what's a few ears of corn? Why keep chasing after it? Wouldn't it be better to lie down on the kang (heated brick bed) and take a nap instead?"

"Let's rest for a while and let someone else look for it. I'll save my energy."

Only five or six steps away from the person, Chang Kun turned his back and stretched.

The man was sweating profusely. If Chang Kun shouted at him, the militiamen around him could immediately surround him.

He thought he couldn't escape, but when he thought of his elderly mother at home, his hands and feet began to tremble.

Hearing Chang Kun mutter to himself again and again, he was extremely excited. Could it be that he had escaped from a desperate situation and this person just happened to be here, wanting to slack off?

He also casually mentioned that there were no more militia guarding the east side. What a coincidence!

But he had no time to think. With more and more militiamen entering the cornfield, he would be caught sooner or later if he didn't escape.

Quietly passing through three or four rows of corn, avoiding Chang Kun's position, he stealthily crept eastward at a moderate pace.

Five or six minutes later, I sensed that the person had escaped from the cornfield and walked onto the main road of Yangjiatun.

Chang Kun followed at a distance, watching the man greet the other villagers as if they were familiar with each other, showing no signs of the tension of having just escaped. His mental fortitude was truly remarkable.

It seems the corn really was stolen by someone from this village. Chang Kun was a little curious about it.

This guy must be pretty capable to keep the security team up for several nights without catching anyone.