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

"You guys, hurry up and go inside. Look at all those people, they're covered in sweat from playing."

The young girls were sent back to the courtyard house, leaving Chang Kun and Cheng Min alone.

In fact, Cheng Min regretted it as soon as she said she was going to massage Chang Kun's temples. What kind of girl is so unreserved?

She lowered her head tightly, feeling her cheeks burning; she knew her face must be bright red.

"Ahem." Chang Kun coughed and joked, "My shoulders are also sore, I wonder if anyone can help me massage them."

"Pah! You wish!" Cheng Min was even more embarrassed. She punched Chang Kun on the shoulder, covered her face, and ran back to the courtyard.

Chang Qing, Chang Mu, and Xiu'er were only saddened for a short while about Xiao Shui returning home before forgetting about it.

The girls filled the little schoolbag to the brim with all sorts of things, including firecrackers, tin frogs, rabbit ear headbands, comic books, and crayons.

Chang Qing led the team, shouting "One, two, one, let's go to school!" The three little schoolbags bounced back and forth, which was quite amusing.

Cheng Min chuckled, "Since you guys love school so much, how about you go to the government-run primary school in a couple of days?"

"Okay, okay!" The three little girls jumped up and down in agreement. They thought going to school was just about playing, and that there would be lots of other children to play with. They were so happy.

"But Xiu'er is too young to go to school."

"I want to go, I want to go too...!" Xiu'er protested, "Why am I not included in all the fun activities?"

These days, there aren't any childcare centers or preschools. Children under five or six are raised naturally. In the countryside, they play in the fields with their parents. But for those working in the city, there's not much they can do. If they have grandparents, the grandparents help take care of them; if they don't, they can only rely on their own luck...

When Xiuer heard that she couldn't go to school with everyone, she grinned and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Don't cry. When your sister goes to school, you can go to the supply and marketing cooperative to eat popsicles and to the state-run restaurant to eat fried dough twists. Isn't that great?" Chang Kun held Xiu'er in his arms and promised her a bright future.

"Twisted dough sticks?"

"Is the fried dough twist delicious, bro?"

Chang Qing and Chang Mu swallowed hard when they heard the name "twisted dough sticks," as it sounded delicious.

"With so much food at lunch, aren't you full yet?" Chang Kun pinched their noses. "Go to the kitchen, there's still some left. Just grab something to eat."

These girls were so busy running around at noon that they barely ate any meat.

Hearing that she could eat delicious food at the supply and marketing cooperative and restaurants, Xiu'er stopped clamoring to go to school and took out crab legs from her schoolbag: "Big brother, I want to eat crab."

Chang Kun was speechless; these girls hadn't even lost their crab legs yet.

The three girls sat in a row on the stone bench under the persimmon tree, their mouths agape, waiting for their eldest brother to feed them hairy crabs. They ate them happily, one bite at a time.

It's just a pity for Chang Kun; he'll never catch crabs again. None of them know how to peel them; they only know how to eat them.

In the end, Cheng Min figured it out and came to help feed the little girl, which finally got her full.

"Big brother, I want to eat persimmons." While eating crabs, Chang Qing saw green persimmons on the tree and his mouth watered.

Chang Kun chuckled. After eating crab, he was already craving persimmons. What a halal fellow!

However, it's understandable. At that time, people were struggling to even fill their stomachs, so how would they know which foods were incompatible or poisonous?

In those days, persimmons were one of the few sources of sweetness for the working class. When they ripened in autumn, the trees were covered with orange lanterns, which brought a sense of satisfaction to people.

Some people like to eat ripe persimmons, while others prefer crisp persimmons.

In another ten days or two weeks, when the persimmons have grown a little bigger, we can pick some and store them away. Just thinking about their crisp, sweet taste makes my mouth water.

The persimmon tree in the yard now looks like it has borne at least several hundred fruits. If we can't finish them all, we can make persimmon cakes, which can be preserved for a long time.

Persimmon and jujube trees are both high-yield fruit trees. Even if the trees are not very tall, the branches are full of fruit, truly a case of slender branches bearing abundant fruit.

The dates are red and the persimmons are green, a scene full of vitality. The fruit sways in the wind, which is quite a sight.

"The persimmons aren't ripe yet. Wait a while, and your older brother will take you to pick some."

"Okay..." The little girl was a little disappointed, then turned to look at the jujube tree on the other side, "Well, the jujubes are all red, we can pick them and eat them, right?"

"Yes, big pot, pick dates, pick dates to eat!" Xiu'er ran to the date tree, tilting her little head up and looking at it longingly.

The jujubes on the tree are large and brownish-red; they can definitely be picked and eaten.

"Okay, you guys go get the small baskets and wait to pick the dates."

The three little girls squealed with excitement and rushed into the kitchen.

"I'll take it, I'll take it..."

Before the dates were even picked, several people started grabbing at the baskets.

"This tree is quite tall, let's not climb it." Cheng Min looked at the jujube tree and felt that the branches were a bit thin and not very safe.

Chang Kun hadn't intended to climb the tree. He found a bamboo pole and tapped the trunk, saying, "Everyone back up, don't get hit on the head by the jujubes."

The girls covered their heads and kept their distance.

Chang Qing, with her pigtails tilted back, said, "Big brother, I want the biggest one." She pointed to the biggest tree at the top of the tree, which looked about the size of Xiao Bao's little fist.

"Alright, everyone step back and don't come any closer," Chang Kun instructed again.

The moment the bamboo pole struck the branch, the ruby-red dates fell with a crackling sound. The little girls couldn't resist any longer and rushed to the tree.

Xiuer's legs twitched as she chased after the dates on the ground, the furthest of which rolled to the edge of the fishpond.

Chang Qing ran around carrying a basket, the dates hitting the bottom of the basket with a pleasant, crisp sound.

Chang Mu squatted down and stuffed the dates that had rolled around his feet into his pockets one by one. In no time, he filled them up and shouted, "Big brother, they're all full!"

Chang Kun stopped using the bamboo pole and watched the girls bustling about happily, smiling gently.

He bent down, picked up a jujube, wiped it clean, and handed it to Cheng Min. The sweet taste spread in her mouth, and her eyes crinkled with laughter.

"Big brother, Sister Xiaomin, picking dates is so much fun! Let's pick dates every year!" Chang Qing was busy picking dates, filling a basket to the brim. She was sweating profusely, her little face flushed with excitement.

"I'm fine with anything. Just ask Sister Xiaomin if she'd be willing to stay at our house every year and take you to pick dates," Chang Kun said to Cheng Min with a mischievous grin.

Cheng Min blushed and glared at Chang Kun, pretending to be nonchalant: "As long as you behave well in school and study hard, everything is negotiable."

As expected of a teacher, these little girls haven't even started school yet, and they've already been given empty promises.

"You're all so hot, come and have a peach." After tidying up the kitchen and putting away the gifts from the guests, Liu Meifen went to the yard and saw Cheng Min and the little maid looking flustered. She quickly washed a few peaches for them.

"Mmm, the peaches are so delicious! Mom, look, we've picked so many dates!"

Chang Qing and Chang Mu carried the basket to their mother, eager to show off their accomplishment.

My mother beamed, "We just moved in and we've already picked so many dates! What a good omen! May you have a son soon, a son soon..."

Chang Kun: ...

Cheng Min: ? ? ?