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

"Junior brother, you're amazing!"

Hou Jun suddenly grabbed Chang Kun's neck and laughed heartily.

He wasn't particularly happy eating mutton himself, but he was happy when his little daughter could drink mutton soup.

"Chang Kun, can I... buy mutton too?" Lü Jiawei also wanted to bring mutton home and looked at Chang Kun expectantly.

"We all share an office; how could we possibly be without you?"

"Hehe, thank you." Lü Jiawei quickly offered him a cigarette.

Standing by the window, puffing on his cigarette, Chang Kun explained to the two men how to stew mutton deliciously, leaving them completely bewildered.

Lamb stew with radish, potatoes, and Chinese cabbage is just a common way to prepare it. There are also even more delicious ways to cook lamb, such as stewing with morel mushrooms or sea cucumber, with goji berries and red dates...

"Hey junior brother, where are you going to get those things these days? There aren't many vegetables in the market, it's hard to even buy some cabbage or radish."

Chang Kun looked at the large piles of radishes, cabbages, and corn in the space and thought that when he bought mutton, he would give each of them some vegetables as side dishes.

"Chang Kun, I heard you were the one who ordered that mutton soup in the cafeteria?" Xiao Yu rushed into the office and asked as soon as she opened her mouth.

Hou Jun laughed, "Xiao Yu, your news is too slow! We've been talking here for ages!"

Old Zeng walked into the office and said to Lei Guohong behind him with emotion, "You really lucked out by having Chang Kun as your apprentice!"

Lei Guohong laughed heartily: "That just means I was lucky. Who told you to go out on the job back then?"

"Tsk tsk, Chang Kun, you're really something, taking a day off and you still managed to beat up Qingyang." Xiao Yu circled around Chang Kun, her face full of wonder.

Hou Jun glanced at Chang Kun and laughed again: "Xiao Yu, your vision is too narrow. Your junior brother has beaten more than just one blue sheep."

"Huh?" The three newcomers to the office stared at each other in disbelief.

Old Zeng reacted the fastest, a delighted smile spreading across his face: "Little Chang, this... there's still a blue sheep, could you sell us some meat?"

"Uncle Zeng, there's enough for one person to have two or three catties of mutton to taste."

The three were overjoyed upon hearing this, and Xiao Yu, seeing that Chang Kun had finished his cigarette, quickly gave him another one.

"I'm not smoking anymore, Uncle Zeng, Master. Shall we go patrol the platform and waiting room? We can bring the mutton over later."

All six office staff went out together, and when they passed by the compound, they ran into Aunt Song and were caught praising her again.

"Xiao Chang, you said you wanted to take some photos last time. See when you're free. Your Aunt Song needs to get you all dressed up properly."

Chang Kun chuckled: "Aunt Song, you're already so naturally beautiful, don't bother with makeup. You'll just outshine everyone else, how are they supposed to compete?"

"Oh my, Xiao Chang, you're exaggerating too much, hehehe..." Aunt Song laughed so hard she almost fell over, then turned to look at Lü Jiawei and said, "Xiao Lü, you should learn from Xiao Chang. It's fine if you're not good-looking, but if you could be this sweet-talking, you would have found a girlfriend long ago."

Lü Jiawei: ...

I didn't say a word, and I still got shot while standing right next to them!

The group arrived at the platform and walked around. Just then, a train pulled into the station, and Uncle Zeng, along with his two apprentices, Xiao Yu and Xiao Lü, went to help.

Seeing that the three of them were able to manage, Lei Guohong led Chang Kun and Hou Jun to the waiting room.

It was National Day, and the waiting room was packed with people, with rows of wooden benches crammed with people.

Chang Kun activated the system's sensors but found no trace of the thief. Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, a faint sound came from the wooden bench next to him. The sound was intermittent and seemed to be about to stop at any moment.

"Mom...I...I'm so cold...so hungry..."

It wasn't yet the beginning of autumn, so even if you went shirtless, you wouldn't feel cold. Chang Kun turned his head to look in the direction of the voice.

A woman a little older than Chang Mei sat on a stool, holding a four- or five-year-old girl tightly in her arms, tears streaming down her face.

The little girl's face was flushed, her eyes were tightly closed, and her whole body was trembling; she looked like she was seriously ill.

Nearby, there was an old man and an old woman. The old man had a pipe in his mouth but didn't light it. He walked back and forth with his head down. The old woman put her hands together and muttered, "Amitabha, please bless the child."

After passing by these people and circling around the waiting room, Lei Guohong was about to take them to the ticket hall.

Chang Kun looked back at the family and sighed. With current medical conditions, if the sick little girl was delayed any longer, she might not make it.

"Master, Monkey King, you go to the ticket hall first, I have something to do."

After Lei Guohong and Hou Jun walked away, Chang Kun turned around and went to the family.

"Comrade...we...we're not vagrants, we're waiting for someone here." The old man was so frightened by Chang Kun's uniform that he hurriedly explained.

At this time, migrant workers who came to Beijing were to be sent back.

The old lady opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.

The woman holding the baby girl hurriedly stood up, wiping away her tears: "Comrade, we are really like this, our child is sick and we need money to save her life."

Chang Kun looked at the little girl in the woman's arms. Her face was flushed and almost purple, and she was mumbling incoherently.

"What happened?"

The old man and woman trembled, their mouths moving back and forth, unable to speak clearly, only repeatedly saying that they had come to pick people up.

The woman was more organized and explained the situation in a few words: "My daughter is sick and can't eat cornmeal. She hasn't eaten for almost two days. My husband is discharged from the army and said he'll be back today, so we thought we'd wait here and see if there's anything we can do."

She spoke with a sob in her voice, not knowing when the man would arrive, and seeing that her daughter was about to die.

Seeing the commotion and the surrounding crowd looking over, Chang Kun said, "Come with me."

The elderly and women panicked, thinking they were being driven away. At that moment, there was no regard for human rights; if they were told to leave, they had to.

"Come with me for a moment, I won't kick you out," Chang Kun said, trying to comfort them.

Seeing Chang Kun's kind expression, the woman holding the child nodded to the elderly couple and followed Chang Kun to a corner of the waiting room.

Chang Kun touched the little girl's forehead; it was frighteningly hot. Regardless of the illness, the most important thing for the little girl right now was to bring down her fever.

"She has a dangerously high fever, haven't you taken her to see a doctor?"

The woman lowered her head and wept: "We've seen a doctor, who said that ordinary fever reducers aren't very effective. He said it would be best to have some kind of bear bile powder, but that stuff is too expensive, and we don't have the money."

Chang Kun thought for a moment, then took out four goat milk chocolate bars from his schoolbag: "Give these to the little girl first. A child without strength can't handle this."

As soon as the chocolate bar was handed to the woman, the stomachs of all three adults began to rumble.

The woman stared wide-eyed at the chocolate bar in her hand, the aroma of which she had never smelled before, and stood there stunned for a moment.

The old lady tried to bow to Chang Kun, but he stopped her, saying, "Grandma, please don't do that. There are so many people in the hall. If others see this, they'll all come and watch the spectacle."

Hearing the three adults' stomachs rumbling, Chang Kun asked, "What's wrong? None of you have eaten either?"