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

In the end, it was my mother's autocratic regime that suppressed those few girls.

Xiaoqing, Xiaomu, and even Xiaoshui were not spared; each of them received two swipes on their bottoms.

They didn't take it seriously at all; they'd been beaten and scolded so many times before that they'd become thick-skinned.

Xiuer peeked out from the east kang (heated brick bed), her eyes calming down, and called out cheerfully, "Xiao Qing, come and see! I've drawn so many..."

Before he could stop her, Chang Kun glanced at Xiu'er's sketchbook. It was a mess of stick figures, each with a round head and body, and four lines for arms and legs.

This show-off has a habit of showing off, which he probably inherited from his mother. He wants others to know about any good things he has.

If this were in later generations, she would probably post three updates on social media just for having a single meal...

"Hahaha, what is this?" Chang Qing moved closer to Xiu'er and burst into laughter when he saw the masterpiece in the notebook.

Chang Mu and Xiao Shui smiled with their lips pursed. A page of their notebook was almost full of drawings, and the messy lines were almost indistinguishable.

Seeing that no one praised her, Xiu'er pouted and pointed to the stick figures in the notebook: "This is the big pot, this is the nest, Dad, Mom, Big Sister, Xiao Qing, Xiao Mu, and Xiao Shui. They're so beautiful, and you all don't even know how to look at them!"

Apart from her own two antennae-like braids on her head, everyone else's heads were bald.

Chang Qing, Chang Mu, and the others were laughing so hard they were clutching their stomachs. When they saw Xiu'er's eyes slowly welling up with tears, Chang Kun quickly spoke up.

"Look how well Xiuer drew our whole family, not a single one is missing..."

Her mother and older sister chimed in, praising Xiu'er's bravery. The little girl finally stopped crying and pointed at Chang Qing and the others, saying, "Hmph, you bad guys! Good job, everyone!"

"Alright, let's eat the big steamed dumplings, and then try the cold cabbage salad that Xiaoqing and the others made."

Hearing about the delicious food, the girls forgot their bickering and rushed to the octagonal table.

They had already smelled the aroma of the steaming dumplings.

"Xiao Kun, these are donkey meat dumplings. Where did you get them?"

"We had it cooked at a restaurant. We still have some donkey meat left over, and we're tired of eating it boiled every day."

Liu Meifen rolled her eyes at him: "Even eating meat gets boring, listen to what you're saying!"

The little girls all exclaimed, "Big brother, we won't get tired of eating meat!"

Chang Kun chuckled. In later generations, there were countless young girls who didn't eat meat in order to lose weight. His family members just didn't live to see the good times.

The family sat around the eight-immortal table. Each adult had four large steamed dumplings, and each little girl had three. Even Xiu'er ate two, her little belly bulging out from being so full.

Everyone's mouths were greasy, and then they ate a couple of bites of cold cabbage to cleanse their palates. It was truly a delightful experience.

Nothing was said that night. The next morning, Chang Kun went straight to the editorial department of the Literary Gazette.

"Good morning, Mr. Shen." Chang Kun carried two bags of pork straight to Mr. Shen's office.

On the way, he took out a large piece each of braised pork and braised donkey meat from the space and tied them with hemp rope.

Since Mr. Shen was willing to give me a handwritten copy of the manuscript, I'll give him some meat in return, as a way of reciprocating the gesture.

"It's quite early. Why are you in such a hurry to get your handwritten manuscript?" Old Shen joked.

Chang Kun smiled and hung the meat tied with hemp rope on the corner of his desk: "Old Shen, this is meat I caught while hunting in the mountains. I had it braised at a restaurant. I'll give you some to go with your wine."

"Oh, how could I accept this?" Old Shen stood up, picked up the braised pork, and sniffed it a few times. "This tastes so good; it's been a long time since I've had braised pork."

"Old Shen, logically speaking, you shouldn't be lacking in meat, right?" Chang Kun was a little surprised. Old Shen's status was not something that ordinary people could compare to; at this time, he was almost at the vice-ministerial level.

"Hey, let's not talk about this, it's not easy to talk about, I dare not talk about it..." He waved his hand, stopping the topic.

Chang Kun nodded. Were these people at the top really completely ignorant of the situation at the grassroots level? No one would believe it if you told them, but sometimes…

"You've put your heart into this." Old Shen pointed to the braised meat and took out two large notebooks from the drawer: "These two handwritten manuscripts are for you. I'm really a little reluctant to part with them."

"Mr. Shen, I will keep it safe. You can ask me for it whenever you want it." Holding the handwritten manuscript in his hand, Chang Kun smiled broadly and flipped through it a few times.

After chatting with Mr. Shen for a few minutes, Chang Kun took his leave and prepared to depart. Today he still had to deliver wild boars to the Public Security Bureau, the Supply and Marketing Cooperative, and the State-run Restaurant, all of which had been promised by Zhi Erqian.

"Alright, Chang Kun, next time you compose, don't do anything too stressful. This old man couldn't sleep well for half the night after I got back, I was thinking about it the whole time."

Chang Kun smiled and agreed. The song "Longing Across Time" was not easy to spread widely in this day and age, which suited him perfectly, as he did not want to become too famous in this era.

As Chang Kun was about to leave the editorial office, he suddenly noticed someone mopping the floor. It was Xiao Lin from the editorial office who had been questioning him.

He looked dejected, his mopping movements were listless, and he had no energy at all.

Old Zhang, who was standing nearby, was trying to persuade him: "Go apologize to Editor Zou, and the matter will be over. Why be so stubborn? You'll have to sweep and mop the floor every day."

Xiao Lin looked up, about to say something, when he saw Chang Kun coming out of Old Shen's office, holding two large notebooks in his hands.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he just closed his mouth, glanced to the side, and dared not look at Chang Kun again.

As he passed by them, Chang Kun chuckled twice: "Young man, keep up the good work..."

Xiao Lin and Lao Zhang behind him looked at each other, then lowered their heads and sighed heavily.

Near the state-run restaurant, Chang Kun found a deserted alley and tied the sow to the back of his bicycle.

This old-fashioned scooter is really durable; it can carry a sow weighing over 200 pounds without any effort.

The journey from the deserted alley to the state-run restaurant was short, and no one noticed the large wild boar on the back of the bicycle. However, just as Chang Kun arrived at the entrance of the state-run restaurant, Wang Cuiqin from the supply and marketing cooperative across the street opened the door to pour water.

"Little Kun, Little Kun!"

Upon seeing the large wild boar on the back of the bicycle, she excitedly shouted twice, thinking it was being delivered to the supply and marketing cooperative.

Chang Kun quickly shushed them twice. The sow on the back of the bicycle was the smaller one; the other sow was larger and was reserved for the supply and marketing department.

People have varying degrees of closeness and distance. My mother works at the supply and marketing cooperative, as does my older sister and sister-in-law, Sister Wang. The fatter wild boar will definitely be reserved for the supply and marketing cooperative.

Seeing that Chang Kun wouldn't let her shout, Wang Cuiqin blinked and watched as the doors of the state-run restaurant across the street opened, and Director Zhu of the restaurant happily carried the car and pigs into the restaurant lobby with Chang Kun.

"This wild boar is so fat, why did Xiao Kun send it to the restaurant? No, I have to go and call Director Song and have him go to the restaurant and steal half a carcass of pork back."