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

Chang Kun didn't go out; instead, he checked the system notification.

[Ding! 1/1 Wild Wolf captured. Reward: Wolf Fang Dagger.]

[The current host can sense prey weighing less than 240 jin (approximately 860 kg) within a range of 650 meters.]

This wolf-tooth dagger is a real gem. Designed with reference to a triangular bayonet, it was specially made for special forces and is incredibly sharp.

With this, close-range self-defense is no longer a problem, and skinning prey in the mountains will be much easier in the future.

Chang Qing and Chang Mu admired themselves for a while with their headbands on, then ran back into the house and showered Chang Kun with kisses.

"Big brother, you're so good to us!"

He patted their little heads, thinking to himself, "I'm your older brother, if I'm not good to you, who else should I be good to?"

"Go and get four bowls for your older brother."

Chang Qing, ever the shrewd one, peeked out the door twice and whispered, "Big brother, what's for dinner?"

Chang Mu was the most obedient; he had already gotten up, picked up four bowls, and placed them on the Eight Immortals Table.

Chang Kun opened the milk powder bag, poured some into each bowl, and then ordered, "Go, bring the thermos."

Chang Qing was more eager than anyone else when she saw the delicious food, even before Chang Mu could lift a finger. She grabbed the thermos and sniffed the milky aroma in the air.

"Big brother, is this baby formula?"

Just now at the village entrance, she already knew that the bag of milk powder her older brother brought back was equivalent to more than 100 kilograms of cornmeal.

It smells so good! She couldn't help but swallow.

After Liu Meifen finished cleaning the bicycle, she not only cleaned the handlebars and seat, but also the rims and spokes until they reflected a bright shine.

As she entered the room, she smelled the fragrance, looked up at Chang Kun, and exclaimed in surprise.

"Oh dear, child, this is formula! How did you spill it?! Pour it back in right away!"

She knew how precious this bag of milk powder was, and even planned to hide it away for important matters, like when she had her grandson...

Unexpectedly, I casually put the milk powder on the table and was busy cleaning the bicycle. In that short while, my son opened the milk powder box.

Chang Kun quickly grabbed the thermos and poured water into all four bowls in a flash, lest his mother stop him.

Liu Meifen rushed to the octagonal table, glanced at the dissolved milk powder in the bowl, and asked, "Can this... be poured back in?"

Chang Dashan heard the noise and came in, laughing heartily.

"If your son is capable of earning enough for baby formula, you and the kids can just enjoy life. Why think about anything else?"

The two little girls, Chang Qing and Chang Mu, couldn't wait any longer and had already picked up their bowls, sipping their food in small bites.

"Brother, this is delicious!"

Chang Qing had a white film on her lips and looked at her older brother with bright eyes.

"Dad, Mom, you should drink too, it won't taste good if it gets cold." Chang Kun said, seeing that his parents hadn't touched their drinks yet.

The family members were all severely malnourished, and they looked so withered that they would collapse in a gust of wind. Now that the family had the means, the most important thing was to help them recover their health.

The elderly couple huddled together, sharing a bowl, and then pushed the remaining bowl towards Chang Kun.

Chang Kun smiled and didn't try to persuade them further. He knew that his parents were used to being frugal and liked to give the best food to the children. They wouldn't change much in a short time.

The family sipped their milk powder slowly, their faces filled with bliss.

The two little girls held bowls, gathered in front of the mirror, and admired the rabbit ear headbands on their heads, giggling incessantly.

They were so happy tonight; their older brother gave them so many surprises.

The two little girls looked on with anticipation at the thought of riding bicycles around the world and learning to ride them.

Chang Dashan stopped after taking a few sips of milk powder and pulled out his pipe, wanting to enjoy a good smoke.

Liu Meifen glared at the old man and slapped him, "You're not drinking this delicious milk powder? Why are you smoking that pipe? It's masking the milk flavor!"

Chang Dashan ignored him, humming a little tune as he wandered around the yard. He looked up at the crescent moon in the sky and realized he had never seen the moon so beautiful.

"Xiaoqing, go get the thermos and pour some more water to rinse the bowl clean."

Even though the milk powder was so expensive, Liu Meifen wouldn't waste a single drop. She rinsed the milk powder three times to make sure it was completely clean, and then drank it all before she stopped.

……

Meanwhile, many villagers lay on their kang (heated brick bed), tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

The home of Captain Liu Tiezhu.

Liu Tiezhu's wife, Li Erniang, gave the old man a shove. "Look at Chang Kun! Ever since he borrowed our gun, he's hunted wild boars, sheep, and wolves—he's really struck it rich!"

"That's their own skill." Liu Tiezhu's voice was a little muffled. He had always been envious and had fantasized about hunting those prey himself.

Unfortunately, there are no "what ifs".

"What do you think about me introducing Li Meili, the daughter of my second brother, to Chang Kun? They're the perfect age."

"What? You're kidding me! Chang Kun doesn't even like Qin Meiru, and your Li Meili has a face full of pockmarks... How could you even think of that!"

"What? You dislike my pockmarked face? Say that again! I gave birth to your son, and this is how you treat me!"

We're going into the mountains to hunt wild boar tomorrow. If we don't catch any, we're not sleeping on the kang (heated brick bed)!

Chang Kun is so young, and he can hunt wild boars. You've been eating for nothing all these years! And you call yourself a brigade leader?!

Uncle Chang's house.

"Dad, what do you think about letting Youfu learn hunting from Chang Kun?"

Youfu is the only son of Chang Wushu. He is one or two years younger than Chang Kun and is considered a close relative of Chang Kun.

"Alright, stop thinking about it. Every single person in the village understands this; they all want to learn some skills from Xiao Kun."

If you're lucky, just let him get closer to Chang Kun; don't let him say anything that might annoy him.

I think Xiao Kun is a decent guy; he won't mistreat his relatives. Last time he even brought us some ground squid to eat."

"That makes sense. Chang Kun is not related to the Zhang family at all, yet he still helped them so much. It goes without saying that we are his real relatives. When Xiao Changxiu had a fever before, it was you who took good care of her."

"Alright, alright, stop bringing these things up all the time. People remember them. Go to sleep and stop worrying about other people's business."

Kim San-ga's family.

"Son, go hide for a few days. You secretly followed Chang Kun to look for wild boars, then abandoned Old Zhang and his son on the mountain, and even lost their gun. They'll definitely come after you tomorrow."

Jin Sanjia was afraid that the Chang and Zhang families would come after him, so he secretly slipped back home at the village entrance that night before Chang Kun returned to the village.

Later, I heard from the neighbors that Chang Kun not only rescued the Zhang family father and son, but also killed a wild wolf and brought it back.

Jin Sanjia panicked. He had encountered wolves while hunting wild boar and had run back to the village without calling for help from Old Zhang and his son. Old Zhang's family would definitely not let him off so easily.

He consulted his father for a solution, but his father had no good ideas either, so he could only tell him to go out and hide for a while.

Jin Sanjia gritted his teeth and agreed. He remembered that his deceased mother and brother were still in the city. He had never been in contact with this uncle. Now, he had no choice but to swallow his pride and go to his uncle's house.

As for his father, who was always taking medicine, he never considered how his father would live without him.

Zhang Quhun's home.

"Son, we owe you a lot tonight, otherwise your older brother and I would have been wolf food."

Sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed), Zhang Pianxin recalled the scene in the tree in the mountains. The three wild wolves were circling under the tree, drool dripping from their mouths, which still made him a little uneasy.

Zhang Quhun lowered his head and remained silent, the shadow falling on his face obscuring his expression.

He has figured it out now.

The gun was a share of the spoils Chang Kun had given him on the previous hunting trips.

Since I wasn't home at the time, my father took a gun, went to the fields to call my older brother, and we went into the mountains to hunt wild boar together.

The gun was his own; his father went to the fields and didn't expect him to go hunt wild boars.

He really didn't understand where he was inferior to his older brother, and why his father was so biased!

Is it really like in the opera, where the eldest brother is the legitimate son and he can only be the second son?

Why should a farmer like my father distinguish between legitimate and illegitimate children?

Isn't this funny?

Seeing that his son remained silent, Zhang Pianxin knew that he had done something really wrong today, and muttered a few words to himself.

"Son, I made a mistake today, but I won't do it again. Just you wait and see."

Zhang Pianxin realized today that his second son would definitely not suffer if he followed Chang Kun.

Chang Kun was willing to give his son a gun worth only a hundred yuan, and he even dared to risk going into the mountains at night to save himself. He was a man truly trustworthy.

"Tomorrow, go and call your eldest brother. The three of us will go to the Chang family together to thank them properly."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Quhun nodded silently.