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

The group sighed for a while, then cursed.

We are all ordinary people, so why should the guest be stronger than the host? The lackeys come to the host's house and bully the host!

Some people have been kneeling for so long that they can't stand up straight, resulting in garbage strategies!

After listening for a while, and still not hearing about Xiao Lü, Hou Jun picked up the thermos again and refilled Old Zeng's teacup: "Uncle Zeng, what's the situation with Xiao Lü this time?"

When Xiao Lü's matter was mentioned, Xiao Yu couldn't help but chuckle: "Xiao Lü... he did it because of a woman."

Hou Jun's eyes widened: "Huh? Xiao Lü made a mistake?"

Xiao Lü, Lü Jiawei, quickly waved his hand: "I wouldn't dare, it's just that..."

Old Zeng casually chimed in, "Of course you wouldn't dare! You've got the desire but not the guts, haven't you!"

Lu Jiawei's ugly face, covered in acne, immediately turned red, and he stammered, "Master... I didn't have that wicked thought."

"Don't be shy, Xiao Lü. Everyone loves beauty. I think that girl is quite pretty, with a pert nose, small lips, and most importantly, her eyes have a hint of blue..."

Chang Kun: ...

Isn't this a classic Xinjiang beauty like Dilraba Dilmurat? Xinjiang is famous for its many beautiful women.

Although Xiao Lü is ugly, he has beautiful thoughts.

Having worked at the company for a few days, Chang Kun had already heard of Lü Jiawei's reputation. He heard that he had asked most of the older women in the company to help him find partners, and that he had introduced more than a dozen women to him. The women would cover their faces and run away as soon as they saw him.

You know, Xiao Lü works for the famous Railway Bureau, with such great facilities, yet he hasn't attracted a single girl. That just goes to show how terrifying his face is...

"Alright, alright, let's not talk about Xiao Lü's matter anymore. It's not embarrassing enough. He just glanced at the Xinjiang girl a few times and, coupled with the language barrier, got beaten up for nothing." Old Zeng glanced at his ugly apprentice and sighed inwardly.

I've introduced my apprentice to quite a few potential partners, but none of them have worked out. It's a real headache.

Xiao Yu muttered to himself, "At least Xiao Lü got beaten up after seeing the Xinjiang girl. I just wasted a bottle of Erguotou; I could have traded it for a bunch of naan bread."

"I'm telling you this so that if you ever go to Xinjiang, you'll be careful and don't spread it around, especially you little monkey, keep your mouth shut."

After hearing the story, Hou Jun curled his lip and said, "Uncle Zeng, what gives you the right to slander someone? I've always been very tight-lipped."

Then she turned to Lü Jiawei: "Little Lü, I'm very tight-lipped. I won't tell Aunt Song, Sister Wu, or Aunt Zhao about you peeping at the Xinjiang girls..."

"Holy crap! Monkey, you even said their names out loud, are you going to tell them? I'll kill you first, ahhh...!" Lu Jiawei grabbed Hou Jun by the neck and shook him back and forth.

After the two played around for a while, Old Zeng pulled out a large bag of red dates from under his desk and tapped the table: "If you two don't want them, I'll give them all to others."

Sometimes, the police officers in the section would ride on trains as train police officers. When they arrived at their destination, they would buy some local specialties and share them with their colleagues and superiors.

In those days, resources were scarce everywhere. You could travel by train to all parts of the country, buy grain in places where food was not scarce, and buy meat in places where hunting was plentiful. No wonder the railway was called the "Iron King".

The monkey quickly called out, "Little Lü, stop fooling around. Uncle Zeng is distributing the good stuff. Give me a little more."

Old Zeng chuckled and said, "Things are much harder over there than here. There's nothing good there. When I went, all I had was naan bread and these dried red dates."

Lu Jiawei said, "Master, it's a good thing you didn't switch to naan. That stuff is hard and dry; you can't chew it at all without soaking it in water. Besides the girls, the only decent thing there is mutton offal soup."

He smacked his lips as he spoke, looking quite pleased with himself.

"Holy crap, Xiao Lü, you're still thinking about Xinjiang girls?!"

"You monkey, you're asking for it! Take this!"

After a while of laughter and joking, Old Zeng distributed dried red dates to the people in the office, charging each person two jin (1 kg) for only one yuan.

Chang Kun picked one up and tasted it. The taste was really good, with a chewy yet sweet flesh. Now he had the perfect big red dates for steaming date buns for the New Year.

As the group was chatting, Xiao Wang pushed the door open and came in.

"Uncle Zeng, Uncle Lei, there's a task from Director Duan. There's a truck that runs to Wenzhou and they're temporarily short a few police officers. They can drive to Tianjin and come back. Who do you think can fill in for a while?"

Lei Guohong glanced at Lao Zeng, sighed, and knew he couldn't let Lao Zeng, who had just returned, take over; he would have to step in himself.

This is how it is during the National Day holiday. While other workers are on holiday, the railway police are busier than usual, and there is a severe shortage of manpower every year at this time.

"Old Zeng just made a trip and hasn't been home for over ten days. I'll go this time," Lei Guohong replied.

Xiao Wang nodded: "Then I'll go and tell Section Chief that Uncle Lei, Monkey, and Chang Kun will go together this time."

"Three people, each will receive a subsidy of three jin of national grain coupons... Well, Uncle Lei, you don't need to go to work this afternoon, go home and prepare."

Upon hearing that there were still three jin of national grain coupons left, Hou Jun, Xiao Yu, and Xiao Lü's eyes lit up.

Lü Jiawei interjected, "Little Wang... uh, Sister Wang, I want to go too, can I go instead? Ouch, Master, why did you kick me!"

Old Zeng kicked him from behind, laughing and scolding, "You're so young, you don't know how tiring it is to drive a car, but do you ever think about how tiring it is for your master to drive to Xinjiang and back for more than ten days!"

"Xiao Lü, get out of here. You think you can steal my food coupons? No way!" Hou Jun happily took the food coupons and distributed them to Lei Guohong and Chang Kun.

Old Zeng sighed: "Why is the section chief so generous this time? He only went to Tianjin and he gave out three catties of national grain coupons. Why don't I have such good luck?"

Xiao Wang glanced at Chang Kun with a smile. Before he even arrived, the section chief had told him that if Chang Kun went with the truck, he would receive national grain coupons; if Chang Kun didn't go, the treatment would be different.

Hou Jun held the national grain coupons above his head and examined them carefully in the light; these were not things that could be obtained easily.

Xiao Yu watched with envy. Seeing Chang Kun calmly stuff the grain coupons into his pocket, she asked in confusion, "Chang Kun, this is three jin of national grain coupons, why don't you seem very happy?"

Chang Kun grinned: "I'm happy, hehehe..."

The wheat, corn, and rice in his space were almost ripe, and the sunflower seeds would ripen in a few days. He had no shortage of food, so food coupons were dispensable to him.

"Your expression is so fake. National grain coupons can not only be used to exchange for food, but also for oil in the capital. Just think how expensive and rare oil coupons are. If you take these three catties of grain coupons home, your family will praise you endlessly."

"So that's how it is! National grain coupons are so precious! I've learned something new!" Chang Kun exclaimed, his eyes widening in an exaggerated expression.

Hou Jun put his arm around Chang Kun's shoulder: "Junior brother, stop teasing Xiao Yu. He's an honest kid."

Lei Guohong chuckled and said, "Xiao Yu, haven't you heard of Chang Kun's hunting skills? Does he look like someone who's lacking in meat and oil?"

Old Zeng, Xiao Yu, and Xiao Lü: We're still trying to fill our stomachs with gruel, but Chang Kun seems to have everything he needs.

I really want to hit someone...