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

"Big brother, find a rope and help us hang the fireflies on our bed."

"Okay, hang it up quickly, it's too dark in our room."

"Hanging in the air, like a star."

The three girls jumped and begged.

"Hang them up again when it's time to sleep. Just let them play in your hands for now, and don't squeeze them," Chang Kun said, dismissing the three girls with a single sentence.

"Xiuer, give it to me, it's my turn to play!" Chang Mu reached out and snatched the net, opening it to peek inside.

"Give it back to me!"

"It's my net, it's my turn to play!"

Less than a minute later, the three girls started arguing and fighting over the net.

"Quiet down, all of you! If you keep making noise, I'll release all the fireflies!" They were so noisy that I couldn't even listen to the Peking Opera anymore, so I yelled at them.

Of all the people in the family, the little girl was most afraid of her mother. When her mother yelled at her, she would shrink back and slink into her room.

"Stop fighting, or you'll crush the fireflies to death," Chang Kun said worriedly as his three younger sisters hurriedly went into the room.

"Mom, do you know that old man next door who only has one arm?"

"I know, I see him every day on my way to and from get off work, so what?"

"Xiaoqing and I just came back and saw him sitting alone at the door, with no one to talk to. Why don't we invite him in to listen to the radio?" Chang Kun felt that the old man was all alone and a bit lonely, so it would be better to invite him in to talk to his parents.

"Wow, this is great!" Liu Meifen slapped her thigh. She had been wanting to chat with some neighbors for a while, but since she had just moved here, she wasn't very familiar with them.

"Then I'll go call them right now."

Chang Kun went outside and walked up to the one-armed old man: "Uncle Hong, you've got nothing better to do here, why don't you come to my house and listen to the radio?"

Old Man Hong: "Ah? How could I possibly accept this..."

"Come on, it's just a short walk. The little girls at home are asking you to teach them how to play the Nine Linked Rings again."

"Hey, this works. I'm an expert in the nine-linked rings."

As Chang Dashan entered the courtyard, Chang Dashan and Liu Meifen stood up to greet him: "Grandpa Hong."

"Oh dear! They're playing 'The Red Lantern' on the radio. Stop talking and listen!" Old Hong seemed to be a theater enthusiast as well. He didn't bother to greet the others and stood still, humming along with the singing from the radio.

Chang Kun went back into the house and brought out two stools: "Uncle Hong, please sit down."

Grandpa Hong smiled at Chang Kun, but didn't stop talking about Peking Opera.

After a long while, when the Peking Opera performance ended, he exclaimed, "It has to be a master singer. The style is so good. I wish I could hear it every day."

Chang Dashan handed him a cigarette: "We're neighbors, so come listen whenever you're free tonight. We just moved here, so it's a good opportunity to get to know our neighbors."

"That would be too much trouble for you," Grandpa Hong said politely as he accepted the cigarette, brought it to his nose and smelled it. He exclaimed, "Wow, this cigarette is not bad at all. It's even better than the Zhonghua cigarettes sold at the supply and marketing cooperative."

"What?" Upon hearing the word "Chunghwa," Liu Meifen's eyes widened. What kind of cigarette was this? Old Hong actually said it was even more mellow than Chunghwa?

"This is just a regular cigarette, Grandpa Hong, you're exaggerating!" Chang Dashan quickly winked at Grandpa Hong. If Liu Meifen knew that he had smoked such good cigarettes, she would definitely cause trouble.

Old Hong, being a sensible man, chuckled dryly and tucked his cigarette behind his ear: "Hehehe, maybe I smelled it wrong..."

Liu Meifen had already seen through the look in their eyes. With outsiders present, she was too embarrassed to throw a tantrum. She just glared at Chang Dashan, thinking, "You'll see tonight."

Chang Kun suppressed a laugh, but judging from his parents' expressions, he knew there would be some trouble tonight.

They bickered all the time, but they never really got into a serious argument. Dad would usually back down a bit, and Mom also knew how to keep her distance.

Taking advantage of the pause in the Peking Opera performance, Grandpa Hong turned to look at the entire courtyard and chuckled, "Your courtyard is really nice; it's quiet and spacious, perfect for a family to live in."

"Wow, there's a fishpond here, and these fish are quite big... There's even a little donkey? Tsk tsk, this is really well arranged!"

Liu Meifen chimed in, her face beaming with pride: "This was all caused by my son Chang Kun. He's just making a mess of things. His father and I have to go cut grass every day..."

Listening to his mother Versailles' words, Chang Kun felt a little helpless; she nowadays likes to praise her son whenever something happens.

After listening to another Peking Opera performance, Grandpa Hong couldn't stop smiling. He used to go to the roadside on Dong'an Road to watch people perform operas, but today he finally got his fill at Chang Kun's house.

The little girls, having grown tired of playing with fireflies inside, rushed out in a swarm: "Daddy, Mommy, is the crosstalk performance on yet?"

They no longer like to listen to operas, but only to crosstalk, which makes them laugh out loud every night.

"Grandpa Hong, you're here too. Could you help us put the nine-linked rings back together later? We messed it up and can't put it back together."

Grandpa Hong nodded with a smile. As people get older, they like children. Hearing their noisy chatter makes them feel young again.

"Shh, be quiet, we're listening to a crosstalk performance. Tonight's show is 'Guan Gong vs. Qin Qiong'!" Chang Kun told the girls to quiet down.

As the various absurd scenes from the crosstalk were played on the radio, the whole family burst into laughter, especially Chang Qing and Chang Mu, who had a very low threshold for laughter and could laugh for a long time over any joke.

Xiuer didn't understand crosstalk, but seeing everyone laughing, she also opened her mouth and forced a smile.

After listening to the crosstalk, Grandpa Hong quickly helped the young girls put the nine-linked rings back in place and prepared to get up and leave.

It's already past eight o'clock; I'd usually be in bed by now.

"Uncle Hong, can you tell us the story of fighting the Japanese devils?" Chang Kun had always been curious about the events of that time, but many things had been distorted and misrepresented in later generations.

Now, Chang Kun was eager to see the old man in front of him, who had actually fought the Japanese and even lost an arm.

He had only seen real Japanese soldiers in some Japanese-controlled areas. The male Japanese soldiers were all ugly and short, but some of the female Japanese soldiers were not bad and taught him many positions.

"Ah, you want to hear about the Japanese devils!" Grandpa Hong's expression was complicated as he touched his missing arm. "The Japanese devils aren't all dead; it's truly a blind God!"

When the Japanese devils were mentioned, Chang Dashan and Liu Meifen became very serious. Even the little girls stopped making a fuss and stared blankly at Grandpa Hong.

People of this era, no matter where they are from, all hate the Japanese devils and wish they could sink those few little islands to the bottom of the sea.

Unlike later generations, when the South Whale, whose city was massacred, dared to build a China-Thailand friendship school! And they even forbade Chinese people from entering!

What a betrayal of one's ancestors!

Friendly, damn it!

Some netizens in later generations joked about this: "I laugh at Nanjing for having no men!" That's absolutely true!

I remember there was a guy named Fangzheng in Northeast China who dared to build a cemetery for the Japanese devils. He had a few of his buddies smash the tombstone, which was really satisfying!