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

Hou Jun didn't understand why the older woman wanted to change her ticket to so late, so he didn't ask any further questions and directly led her to the ticket hall.

By this time, the line to buy tickets had stretched outside the hall. Hou Jun casually walked to the front of the line and shouted to the ticket window.

"Sister Wu, could you do me a favor and reschedule these two tickets for a week later?"

Those queuing behind Hou Jun, seeing him in a railway police uniform, didn't complain at all about being cut in line; they seemed quite used to it.

It can only be said that privilege has never disappeared in any era, especially since China is a society based on personal connections, and fairness and equality are only relative.

Ordinary people are already lucky if they are not bullied for no reason; after all, an elephant won't deliberately crush an ant for no reason.

Inside the ticket booth, Sister Wu glanced outside, her eyes skipping over Hou Jun and heading straight for Chang Kun: "Hey, isn't this Chang Kun? Thanks for hunting the wild boar, everyone finally had a good National Day holiday."

"Sister Wu, you're too kind. That was a perk given to everyone by Section Chief Zhang. I wouldn't dare take credit for it," Chang Kun said casually, though he had received payment for selling the wild boar to the section.

Sister Wu chuckled and said, "Look at Chang Kun, he really knows how to talk..."

Then, as if suddenly remembering something, she asked with a gossipy look, "Hey, I heard Che Xiaorui went to your office this morning?"

There are only forty or fifty employees in a section, so even a small thing can spread quickly, let alone a scandalous story about a hot girl like Che Xiaorui.

"Oh, Sister Wu, don't talk nonsense. Che Xiaorui just wanted to talk to me about something. She wanted to ask if I had any meat left that she wanted to buy some privately."

"Oh—is that so?" Sister Wu's voice trailed off, her face full of mischief. "Then next time there's meat, save some for me too, don't just let Che Xiaorui benefit from it."

"Ahem, okay, Sister Wu, let's hurry up and exchange the tickets. The people behind us are getting impatient." Chang Kun said with a serious face. This kind of thing is bound to get worse if you try to explain it. He's already quite famous in the section since he just started working here, and he doesn't want to become famous for this kind of thing.

Sister Wu stood up and glanced at the crowd queuing outside. Sure enough, some people were whispering and saying that the ticket seller was just chatting and not selling tickets.

"Hmph! What's wrong with chatting for a bit? If you're so capable, go buy your ticket somewhere else."

That's when the ticket seller is so arrogant; the ticket buyer, treated coldly, can only bow and scrape, with no way to complain...

After getting the exchanged tickets, Chang Kun quickly pulled Hou Jun away. Cutting in line was one thing, but blocking the ticket window to chat was just not right.

After the older woman and the young woman expressed their gratitude profusely, Chang Kun returned to the office with Hou Jun.

"Hey, Uncle Zeng is back! Xiao Yu, Xiao Lü, you're back!" Hou Jun shouted as soon as he entered the office.

There were three more people in the office. One was a little older than Lei Guohong, the other two were about the same age as Hou Jun, and the other looked to be around 20, about the same age as Chang Kun.

After exchanging a few pleasantries, the group introduced Chang Kun to the others.

"Haha, I just got back from a trip and heard that you, Lao Lei, got a great deal. Everyone in the section is so envious of how amazing your new apprentice, Chang Kun, is!" Lao Zeng said with a laugh.

Lei Guohong stroked his chin smugly: "This is probably the good karma I've accumulated from doing good deeds. Your two apprentices, Xiao Yu and Xiao Lü, are quite good too."

"Not bad?" Old Zeng sighed. "They're all such a headache!"

"Uncle Zeng, what's wrong?" Hearing that there was a story behind this, Hou Jun quickly dragged a chair over and placed it behind Old Zeng. "Uncle Zeng, please sit down and tell us about it."

"Look how anxious the monkey is." Old Zeng chuckled, then sighed.

"Old Zeng, hurry up and tell us, is there something wrong with this train?" Lei Guohong became interested when he saw Old Zeng sighing.

Old Zeng glared at his two apprentices, Xiao Yu and Xiao Lü: "Which of you will speak?"

The two exchanged a pained look, then turned away without saying a word; they didn't want to talk about something so embarrassing.

"I told you this so that Little Monkey and Chang Kun could learn a lesson. Don't go out and tell anyone. It's already hard for Xiao Lü to find a partner. If people know about this joke, he'll have even less of a chance."

Hearing that Xiao Lü was also looking for a partner, Hou Jun became even more eager and ran to the desk to pour Old Zeng a cup of tea: "Uncle Zeng, please have some tea and tell me slowly. I love listening to your stories."

"This isn't just a story...it almost turned into an accident!"

Old Zeng sighed and pointed to the slightly older Xiao Yu: "This kid went to the market to exchange things and got into a fight with them. He almost got stuck there."

Xiao Yu glared at him: "They're trying to extort money from me and I can't even fight back? They want to trade a naan for a bottle of Erguotou, while others can get at least seven or eight bottles of Erguotou for the same price. They're obviously taking advantage of the fact that I'm not a local and I'm traveling alone."

"Then why don't you just not change it? Why are you arguing? If I hadn't gone over, hey..." Old Zeng shook his head. His apprentice was still too young.

"You won't exchange it? He shoved that naan bread right in my mouth, and if I didn't exchange it, he'd pull out a knife! Damn it, do you think I'd let him get away with this?!" Xiao Yu still looked unconvinced.

Chang Kun was taken aback. They had already started developing the "cut cake" model at this time? In later generations, a piece of cut cake would cost several hundred yuan. If you didn't buy it, they wouldn't let you leave. They would hold a knife to your waist. Who could disobey? Who would dare to disobey?

What's the difference between this and robbery? And yet it doesn't even constitute a crime? At most, you get a lecture. It's fucking ridiculous!

Hou Jun chimed in from the side: "We can't let him get away with it. We should give him a good beating. Chang Kun, you don't know, Xiao Yu is the toughest guy in our section. Usually, six or seven people can't get close to him."

Xiao Yu chuckled sheepishly: "Brother Monkey, it's not that exaggerated."

"So you're being humble now? Why were you so reckless back then? There were over a dozen of them, all armed with daggers, and you still wanted to charge in?" Old Zeng gulped down a mouthful of tea. If it weren't for his apprentice, he wouldn't have cared whether he lived or died. Did he even have the guts to fight them?

The people there always bully the few with their numbers, and if there are fewer of them, they'll cry and wail and act pitiful.

"Uncle Zeng, so you two chased away those dozen or so people?" Hou Jun urged.

"Bullshit! I just put on my police hat and showed them my Type 54 pistol, and they didn't dare to charge. Even so, Xiao Yu still couldn't get his Erguotou back."

Xiao Yu said with a long face, "You bet! Bringing all that Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) from Beijing to Xinjiang, what a huge loss!"

Hou Jun pouted: "Uncle Zeng, Xiao Yu, you guys aren't good enough either. I thought I was going to hear a great show of Zhao Zilong charging in and out seven times."

Lei Guohong patted the monkey's head: "You'll know when you get to Xinjiang. Almost everyone there carries a knife. They're very united and not to be trifled with. Even our police aren't very effective against them."

Chang Kun nodded. This was all due to being spoiled. If they hit you, that's fine, but if you hit them, that becomes undermining national unity…

Later, General Wang gave them a good slap in the face, and they finally behaved themselves and became obedient children.

I remember that in later generations, the kitchen knives used at food stalls had to be chained up.