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

After chatting for a while, Chang Kun remembered the moving and asked about it.

"Mom, have you told Sister Wang and Director Song about the housewarming party?"

Liu Meifen nodded with a smile: "I've called them all. There are only a few people in the supply and marketing cooperative, and I've called them all."

Chang Kun was still worried, so he repeated, "Director Song, Sister Wang, my family has plenty of food, so please don't spend any money on us."

"I know, you know. Why is Xiao Kun so good? He's so capable and considerate. I wish I had a younger brother like him," Wang Cuiqin said with a smile.

She and Liu Meifen had visited that courtyard house once, and she was extremely envious of its size and grandeur. Her own family still lives in a large, crowded courtyard with four other households.

After chatting for a while, customers began to come to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy things, and Chang Kun said goodbye and left.

The morning passed quickly; I went to collect my royalties, which took a while, and then chatted with people at the supply and marketing cooperative.

I arrived at the courtyard house in less than two minutes by bike.

Entering the courtyard where no one was around, Chang Kun threw the small grass turtle he had caught two days ago into the fish pond.

The fish in the pond haven't been fed, but they're still very active after several days.

I've heard that fish don't starve easily if they stay in the water. I don't know if that's true, but if it is, it's convenient. I don't have to feed them, and I can enjoy their food. That's great.

I checked all the rooms and the surrounding courtyards, and didn't find anything I had missed. I just need to move in a couple more days.

Standing under the jujube tree, I reached out and picked a few big red dates. Taking a bite, the sweet taste filled my mouth.

After moving, I can find some time to pick these dates. Not only can I eat them like this, but I can also dry them to make date cakes for the New Year. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water.

After eating two red dates, I threw the pits into my spatial storage. I don't know if they'll sprout. It's like trying to get two dates even if you don't have any.

As I stepped out of the courtyard, I ran into the one-armed old man next door again. He was carrying a bag on his back. I had asked him for some dates last time.

"Grandpa, have some dates." Chang Kun handed him the remaining two dates, thinking to himself, "This old man looks to be in his sixties or seventies, and he can still eat dates. His teeth are still pretty good."

Unlike in later generations, when people in their thirties or forties suffer from toothaches and have to visit the dentist every day.

"Young man, you're quite generous." The old man grinned, revealing his gap-toothed grin. The thing on his back seemed quite heavy, and he tried to lift it up.

"What's wrong with two dates, sir? Are you home from get off work for dinner?"

"What kind of lucky guy is he, getting off work at this hour and still having dinner? Who do you think you are? These days, who eats lunch? We can't even get enough to eat for breakfast and dinner."

Chang Kun felt helpless. The worst time hadn't even come yet. If city dwellers couldn't even afford lunch, how miserable must the rural areas be?

"Alright, I'm going back now. I have to go to work later."

Seeing that the old man was carrying things and had difficulty moving, Chang Kun helped him lift the things: "Grandpa, it's just a few steps, let me help you carry it."

"Thank you so much! It's so inconvenient to be missing an arm."

"Your arm...?" Chang Kun asked.

"I was wounded and had my arm amputated when I was fighting the Japanese back then," the old man said casually, seemingly unconcerned.

Chang Kun was taken aback. He was injured fighting the Japanese again?!

In the past few days, I have encountered several people who fought against the Japanese.

From the old soldier who came from out of town with his two grandsons to seek refuge with his old squad leader, to the old soldier in Yangjiatun who lost an eye fighting the Japanese and stole corn to support his elderly mother, and now to the old soldier in front of us who is missing an arm.

It's truly heartbreaking to see these heroes living such difficult lives.

Silently, I walked into the old man's courtyard house. The structure here was the same as Chang Kun's courtyard house, and it seemed that four or five families lived there. I helped him put his things on the ground.

"Grandpa, I've put the things here." I glanced at the old man's room, which was dark and only contained a four-poster bed and an eight-immortal table with a short leg, the missing leg being propped up with stones.

"Let me pour you some water." The old man pulled out a chipped bowl from somewhere and busied himself pouring water for Chang Kun.

"I'm not drinking anymore, I have something to do, I'm leaving now." Not wanting to see the old man's miserable state any longer, Chang Kun hurriedly walked out.

He walked a long way before letting out a long sigh.

How can a hero shed blood and tears!

Meeting with three veterans in a row, all with such difficulty, left him feeling a bit heavy-hearted.

Damn it! Chang Kun gritted his teeth.

It's one thing if others can't handle it, but the hero who drove out the Japanese shouldn't be living like this!

This is not like those generations of people in later generations who lie on their laurels and drink the blood of others; this is a peaceful life truly won with their own blood!

Chang Kun randomly chose a direction to leave the city, his heart brimming with energy, and rode furiously down to the foot of the mountain.

Now that I've encountered this situation, I don't want to just sit idly by.

With the system's sensors on all the way, it didn't want to miss any of them, whether they were pheasants, rabbits, foxes, or hedgehogs.

I've been hunting for a long time now. Even without turning on the "one shot, one kill" mode, I never miss a shot when I get within ten meters of my prey, thanks to my marksmanship.

From the foot of the mountain, walk to the ridge, and push along the ridge all the way.

Unfortunately, they only managed to catch three pheasants and two rabbits; the other prey had already been alerted by the gunshots and scattered in all directions.

"call!"

Chang Kun let out a deep breath and slowly calmed down.

You shouldn't shoot at small prey indiscriminately, lest you scare them away.

Now, the sensing range is as far as six miles. Focusing on sensing the tracks of large prey, they discovered a group of wild boars four or five miles away, munching on something at a mountain pass.

Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Chang Kun hurried towards the location of the wild boar. He figured he could treat this long distance as a trip to the mountains during the National Day holiday!

There's no way around it; if you want to gain something, you have to give something in return.

I saw a few squirrels on the road, so I took out my slingshot and fired a few shots, shooting out five pebbles. I only hit two of them, but it was better than nothing.

The "One Hit Kill" skill should be saved for hunting wild boars; using it to hunt these little squirrels would be too wasteful.

I looked up at the squirrel hole in the tree, but unfortunately I was in a hurry to chase the wild boar and couldn't take the fruit hidden inside.

Chang Kun bent down and pulled a hedgehog out of the bushes. He smiled and said that these little guys couldn't run fast. Once he sensed it, he could get a big piece of meat.

Rushing to the fork in the mountain where the wild boar was, Chang Kun lay down behind a large rock more than a hundred meters away and peeked out to observe.

This is a large family. There are three large boars with sharp snouts and tusks, all weighing over 300 jin (150 kg), five female wild boars weighing over 200 jin (100 kg), and the remaining seven or eight are small, spotted boars, all weighing around 50 or 60 jin (25-30 kg).

With camouflage, I crouched down and slowly approached the wild boar herd. When we were only forty or fifty meters away, one of the boars raised its snout and kept making "ringing" sounds.

Chang Kun knew he couldn't go any further; the male wild boar had already sensed the danger.

After lying still and waiting quietly for a while, the wild boar, seeing no movement around it, continued to dig up the tender grass and nuts on the ground.

He carefully extended his spear and steadily aimed it at the wild boar.

Since you're the most clever, we'll start by targeting you!

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out, blood gushed forth!