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

"Old Li, hurry up and slaughter the pig and divide the meat. Let's divide the meat by drawing lots as usual."

In the past, when distributing meat in the community, it was always done this way: drawing lots based on the number of people to prevent anyone from being picky. What was supposed to be a good thing—giving out benefits—turned into a bad thing.

The older chef, Old Li, chuckled and agreed, waving the others away: "Go away, don't stand here. Make some space for me to butcher the pig. Are we even going to divide the meat?"

The others ignored them and did not leave, but simply left a large empty space in the middle of the cafeteria.

It's not easy to see a pig being slaughtered, how could I miss such a spectacle, even though the wild boar was already dead.

Chang Kun shook his head. People from all times love to join in the fun. The way the people around him looked, they wished they could go up and gut the wild boar themselves.

Thankfully, this isn't the future. Otherwise, given Old Li's unlicensed pig slaughtering, he would have been fined tens of thousands of yuan, and might even have been sentenced to a year or two in prison...

He had no interest in slaughtering pigs; he had already slaughtered many himself on the mountain.

"Brother Monkey, I'm going back to the office now."

After saying goodbye to Lei Guohong and Hou Jun, Chang Kun left the cafeteria and returned to his office.

Everyone smiled and gestured to Chang Kun, inviting him to visit their offices whenever he wanted. Several older women, in particular, kept asking if Chang Kun had any younger siblings, insisting on forming a marriage alliance with his family.

I planted sunflower seeds in the office space and picked out a few half-grown radishes. These green-skinned radishes have a light green outer skin and white flesh inside, which is refreshing and sweet.

They used the space to cut the radish into thick slices and were enjoying their meal when Lei Guohong and Hou Jun returned, each carrying a large, chubby piece of meat.

"Hey, junior brother, where did you get these radishes?" Hou Jun asked, his face beaming as he approached Chang Kun, noticing a large stack of radishes on his desk.

"Monkey King, eat! Master, have two pieces."

Hou Jun didn't stand on ceremony, took a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, making a "crunch crunch" sound, with juice splashing everywhere.

"It's so delicious. I haven't eaten raw radish like this in years." After finishing a piece, he smacked his lips, breathed on his palm, and smelled the radish flavor.

At this moment, even eating a crisp, raw radish feels like a blessing.

Lei Guohong waved his hand, not taking the radish. Seeing the two young men eating it like that, he advised, "Chang Kun, it's such a waste to eat such a good radish like this. You could make a big pot of soup if you took it home."

"It's alright, my friend gave me a lot, enough to eat." Chang Kun picked up two pieces and handed them to Lei Guohong.

"There are still quite a few?" The two men's eyes widened as they stared intently at Chang Kun.

"Junior brother, let's make a deal, can you spare two for me?" Hou Jun hooked his arm around Chang Kun's neck, looking at him with burning desire.

Lei Guohong was also staring intently at Chang Kun. His family hadn't had any fresh vegetables in a long time, and his grandson had been eating cornmeal every day and hadn't been able to poop for several days.

"Sure, I have a few radishes." Chang Kun readily agreed. There were too many to explain where they came from, but he would share a few with his close colleagues, which was fine.

"I knew you were a true friend, junior brother!" Hou Jun patted Chang Kun on the shoulder excitedly.

Lei Guohong also smiled: "We got to eat meat thanks to Chang Kun, and now we get to eat radishes too, it's really..."

"Yes, yes, we can make radish and meat soup at home during the National Day holiday, slurp..." Hou Jun said with longing when talking about delicious food.

"You little monkey, you're always the most enthusiastic when it comes to food." Lei Guohong found a newspaper, wrapped up the two radishes in his hand, and muttered that he would take them back for his grandson to eat.

This scene is truly heartbreaking. These days, even two sections of radish are considered a delicacy by a regular employee of the Public Security Bureau. It's really too difficult!

Chang Kun couldn't taste the radish anymore, so he picked up the remaining six or seven pieces of radish and put them into Lei Guohong's newspaper.

"Master, take them all back for the kids to eat. Eating too much of this stuff will make them fart a lot, and they might make the office stink later."

"This is a bit too much, let me pay you." Lei Guohong glanced at the half-eaten radish in the newspaper and reached out to take out his money.

"Master, this is for the child. If you give any more money, I'll share it with Brother Monkey."

"Hehe, okay, if I see anything good on my next trip, I'll bring you some back." He happily wrapped up the newspaper and placed it on the corner of his desk.

Hou Jun feigned regret, slapping his thigh: "Oh dear, I forgot to leave a piece of radish for my daughter at home, what a loss..."

"Brother Monkey, how old is your daughter?"

"Hehe, she's three years old now. This radish isn't spicy; it's actually quite sweet, which is just right for her." Hou Jun said with a smile when talking about his daughter.

Chang Kun was filled with envy. He loved the little girl the most; she was so cute and adorable. He wondered if he and Cheng Min would have a son or a daughter in the future. In his previous life, he was all alone and never had the chance to understand his father's feelings.

"I'll bring a few more tomorrow, as long as the little girl likes them."

"Hey, good junior brother, thank you so much, Monkey King." Hou Jun grinned, his eyes darting around. "Junior brother, when you go hunting again, take me with you. I'd like to see what it's like."

Before Chang Kun could answer, Lei Guohong glared at him and said, "Don't cause trouble here. Chang Kun was able to hunt a wild boar because he was skilled and lucky. There are not only wild rabbits and wild boars in the mountains, but also many wild wolves and black bears. People may encounter anything when they go into the mountains. Chang Kun, you should be more careful when you go into the mountains."

Chang Kun nodded, knowing that Lei Guohong's words were the old man's words of caution. He had no idea that Chang Kun's men already had the dead souls of dozens of wild wolves and black bears.

"Master, Monkey King, my family is moving the day after tomorrow. Why don't you come over for the festivities at noon? Don't bring any of your stuff, just come and show your support."

"That's great! Junior brother, where's the new house? Monkey brother will definitely come." Hou Jun loves to join in the fun. Chang Kun is a capable and generous junior brother, so he will definitely go and support him.

"It's at No. 99 Nanluoguxiang. It's just a lane that goes all the way to the end."

Lei Guohong nodded in agreement. At this time, the distance between the east, west, north, and south of a city was not far, and it would take an hour or two to ride a bicycle around the area.

Chang Kun wasn't familiar with the other people in the unit yet, so he didn't think about inviting them. As for the section chief, he decided against it; if he invited him, Lei Guohong and Monkey Brother wouldn't feel comfortable eating together.

"Come on, the meat's been divided up. With the National Day holiday just around the corner, we need to keep a close eye on the platform. We can't afford any mistakes," Lei Guohong called out, and the other two followed.

These days, they start cracking down hard as early as National Day. If there's any suspicion of pickpockets or hooligans in the waiting room or on the platform, then it's a mistake to let them in.

More importantly, it was to prevent migrants from using trains to wander around aimlessly. At that time, there were no ticket checks when boarding the train; checks were only conducted halfway through the journey. This was to prevent any reckless refugees from running to the capital and disrupting the peaceful and prosperous scene.

Later generations went even further, banning express delivery and strictly checking the entry and exit of personnel, whether it was National Day or a major conference.

Later on, they even forbade writing reviews after reading novels, for fear that someone might say something outrageous...