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

In the end, it was Chang Kun who spoke up, and he took out a wine jar from the kitchen.

"Aunt Wang, this is a jar of good wine. Take it back for your husband to drink."

Director Wang was taken aback. Good wine?

Looking at the jar in Chang Kun's hand, it's just an ordinary household jar; what kind of fine wine could it contain?

Chang Kun handed the wine jar to Director Wang and whispered, "Aunt Wang, this is tiger penis wine that I had an old Chinese medicine doctor make. Take it back and let your husband try it."

He remembered very clearly that Director Wang had a high demand for these things before, and that she was the one who kept the deer penis.

I imagine this wine will suit her taste perfectly.

Tiger whip wine?

Director Wang's eyes lit up, and he unconsciously licked his lips, his hands gripping the wine jar tightly.

"This...this is fine, I'll take it."

Tiger penis wine was exactly what she wanted.

As she grew older, she felt an itch in her heart every night, like she was scratching her ears and cheeks.

And his partner, who is also in his forties, is becoming increasingly unable to perform sexually.

She secretly consulted many traditional Chinese medicine practitioners, who all said this was a normal phenomenon. When a man is over forty, how can he stay with you until dawn like he did when he was eighteen?

I've drunk a lot of traditional Chinese medicine, but the effects have been negligible.

Upon seeing this tiger penis wine, Director Wang was overjoyed.

A traditional Chinese medicine practitioner once told her that if there is anything that is extremely yang in nature, it must be tiger penis.

This stuff is very effective even when simply soaked in alcohol, let alone tiger penis wine prepared with traditional Chinese medicine.

"Xiao Kun, thank you!"

Director Wang smiled happily; it was truly worth all the effort she had put in to arrange the courtyard house and wedding for Chang Kun.

Chang Kun waved his hand: "Aunt Wang, we're family, no need for formalities. You've helped me so much before, this is nothing."

"Yes, yes, since we're family, I won't stand on ceremony."

Director Wang was holding the jar tightly, a completely different demeanor from when he had refused to accept food earlier.

After seeing Director Wang out, Liu Meifen glared at Chang Kun.

"Mom, what does this mean? You don't want me to get married?"

Liu Meifen snorted coldly and didn't say anything. This son of hers gave tiger penis wine to her uncle and her younger brother, and now he's giving it to Director Wang.

These are all elders, how could he possibly accept this?

People at that time were considered traditional and conservative; such matters could not be discussed openly, and even hinting at them felt shameful.

It means that it was her own son who sent the tiger penis wine out; otherwise, she would definitely have gossiped about it behind her back.

Chang Kun shook his head, ignoring his mother's inexplicable behavior.

When he brought out dinner, he found that his father had also returned home, and he and his mother were feeding the donkey while whispering to each other.

It's obvious that he's talking about his own wedding.

Chang Kun didn't ask any more questions or inquire about the timing, since his mother would arrange it in advance anyway.

"Xiao Kun, come here."

After they finished speaking, Chang Dashan looked at Chang Kun and waved.

"What's wrong, Dad?"

"I heard that a police officer from a local police station was arrested today?" Chang Dashan said in a low voice.

"Dad, your information network is really good!"

What happened at the Qianmen Railway Station Police Station today, I didn't expect, would have already reached the Gulou Police Station in just one day.

"Hehe, this is big news! Everyone in the police system knows it! Do you know why?"

Chang Kun blinked, thinking to himself, "Of course I know, I was the one who led the team to take them down."

"Last night at dinner, I was telling my uncle that the police at Qianmen Railway Station were colluding with a gang of thieves, you know, that..."

"It's...it's there?" Chang Dashan's eyes widened. "The police station at Qianmen Railway Station?"

Yesterday, when he heard Chang Kun talk about this, he thought only a few police officers were bad apples.

Unexpectedly, the entire police station was corrupt from top to bottom, and everyone in the station was detained.

Chang Dashan was stunned for a moment, then sighed: "Why did you have to collude with thieves when you could have lived a perfectly good life? Now look what's happened, you're going to jail."

He regarded his position at the police station as his own name and simply couldn't understand how anyone could stoop so low as to collude with thieves.

"Dad, your salary is thirty-seven yuan and fifty cents now, right?" Chang Kun gestured with his hand, "I'll say you make forty yuan a month."

"Do you know how much money those thieves bribe that police chief every day?"

Chang Dashan shook his head blankly.

"Two hundred!" Chang Kun held up all ten fingers, waving them back and forth. "That's two hundred a day! Six thousand a month! More than seventy thousand a year!"

"Ah! This!"

Chang Dashan was so surprised he couldn't close his mouth. Even if the police station chief's salary was a little higher, it wasn't this outrageous.

This completely exceeded his expectations!

The money he earns in one day is equivalent to half a year's salary!

No wonder the director had to go into the water himself; the profits were just too great.

Wealth is a powerful motivator; this has been true throughout history.

Chang Dashan patted Chang Kun on the shoulder: "Son, we can't be tempted by something like this. It's a bottomless abyss; one wrong step and it's all over!"

He heard that the director had been grabbed and severely beaten by his subordinates, his arm was broken, and he would face an unknown amount of time in prison.

This result is truly gratifying!

As the father and son were talking, Chang Kun suddenly remembered the cigar his uncle had given him.

"Dad, Uncle asked Sister Hongxia to send over a box of cigars last time. I don't really like smoking them, so I'll give them to you later."

"Shh!" Chang Dashan quickly told his son to keep his voice down, "Don't let your mother know. My brother-in-law also secretly slipped me a box. I didn't dare keep it at home, so I asked Cheng Jie to hide it in his office for me."

Chang Kun laughed. His father was afraid that his mother would confiscate the item if he left it at home!

"Okay, Dad, then come to me for more after you're done smoking. I've shared a few with my boss and colleagues."

"Hey, still finished?" Chang Dashan shook his head and gestured. "Just that one. Cheng Jie, Shen Yong, and I only smoked half of it before we got a little tipsy."

"Dad, you're just not used to it. You'll get better if you keep having these spasms."

Chang Dashan said with a straight face: "What do you mean by 'excessive consumption'? That stuff is a sugar-coated bullet used by the Imperial Director to corrupt us. It's fine to have a taste occasionally. If there's any etiquette involved, it's better to give it away as a gift."

Chang Kun didn't try to persuade him further; he knew his father was just reluctant to part with his child.

After all, cigars are considered high-end items even in later generations, let alone in these difficult times.

Chang Dashan, a farmer who had spent most of his life, couldn't bear to smoke; just tasting it was enough for him.

He had no intention of taking the cigar from Chang Kun's hand.

As the son became more capable and made more friends, this rare item became more useful in his hands than in the son's.

"What are you two whispering about? Do you want to eat?" Liu Meifen thought Chang Kun was asking about the wedding.

"Xiao Kun, just focus on your work. I've already discussed the wedding arrangements with your Aunt Wang."

"Xiaomin's family doesn't have a mother, so we can't be rude or make her feel uncomfortable."

The girls beamed with joy, clearly delighted to hear that Xiaomin was going to marry their eldest brother.

Xiaoqing hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Mother, why does my eldest sister live with someone else after she gets married, but Xiaomin lives with us after she gets married?"

"When you get married, you live in the family where you marry."

"Huh?! But I don't want to live at someone else's house!" Xiaoqing muttered, leaning close to Chang Kun's ear, "Big brother, I heard Wang Xiaoming say today that his dad lives at his maternal grandmother's house, and he's some kind of live-in son-in-law..."

Chang Kun was taken aback: "Xiao Qing, what are you trying to say?"

"Um... I don't want to get married and leave home when I grow up. Are there any options for a son-in-law who can live with his wife's family?"