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

Meanwhile, in Beijing, in a courtyard house, at the Chang family's residence.

Dinner was served, but the elderly couple barely touched it.

Chang Dashan picked up his rice bowl, ate a couple of bites, and put it down, glancing towards the gate of the courtyard.

Liu Meifen picked up a cornbread, brought it to her mouth, then put it down and sighed.

"Alright, stop sighing," Chang Dashan said in a muffled voice.

"Where are those two now?"

Xiuer sat on a small stool, her little hand supporting her chin, staring blankly at the persimmon tree.

After Xiaoqing finished eating, she went to feed the squirrel.

The three little ones were lying in the wooden box. She took a small, broken bowl and put some wild vegetable leaves inside.

Xiuer saw this and ran over, holding two wild walnuts in her hand: "They don't eat vegetable leaves. I fed them walnuts this afternoon."

Xiao Qing frowned: "How do you know I don't feed other things?"

"Then feed it!"

Xiaoqing stuffed the dish into the wooden box, and the two little squirrels came over, sniffed it, and then turned and ran away.

Xiuer chuckled, and Xiaoqing, embarrassed, turned around and glared at her: "What are you laughing at!"

"Hmph!" Xiu'er snorted softly, shutting her mouth, but her eyes were still smiling.

"Still laughing!" Xiao Qing rushed forward and snatched the walnut from Xiu'er's hand.

"What are you doing! This is mine!"

"What do you mean 'your'?! My brother found it in the mountains, how did it become yours?!"

Xiuer panicked and lunged to grab it, but Xiaoqing was tall and held the walnut high. Xiuer jumped twice but couldn't reach it, and her eyes immediately welled up with tears.

"You're bullying me!"

"Who bullied you! I fed the squirrels for you, aren't you going to thank me?"

Tears welled up in Xiu'er's eyes, her little mouth pouting, when she suddenly shouted, "You wait! When your older brother comes back, I'll have him deal with you!"

With no one to support her at home, the little girl finally burst into tears.

Xiao Qing pouted, too lazy to pay attention to this crybaby.

Xiao Mu and Xiao Shui watched the commotion from the sidelines, whispering among themselves, "With Big Brother not home, Xiu'er has no one to protect her..."

"When is your older brother coming back?"

"I don't know, I really hope he comes back tomorrow."

……

Chang Kun squeezed onto a small bed with Cheng Min, embracing her soft body, and couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Oh right, I almost forgot about the system reward. Let me check it out.

[Ding! Squirrel captured 10/10, reward: Fertility Pill*1 - greatly increases the chance of conception.]

[The current host can sense prey weighing less than 1640 jin (approximately 860 kg) within a range of 4400 meters.]

[Ding! 100/100 snails caught, reward: 20 catties of monk fruit.]

[The current host can sense prey weighing less than 1660 jin (approximately 860 kg) within a range of 4450 meters.]

[Ding! Thief captured 1/1, reward: Eighteen Styles of Free Fighting - Classic close-quarters combat techniques to quickly subdue enemies]

[The current host can sense prey weighing less than 1680 jin (approximately 860 kg) within a range of 4500 meters.]

Looking at the system's final reward, Chang Kun grinned. In terms of combat strength, he had always been able to deal with enemies with a sure-fire long-range attack and capsaicin spray at mid-range.

However, if the enemy gets close to him, he has only learned a few police grappling techniques from Lei Guohong and Hou Jun. They are fine for dealing with ordinary thieves and bandits, but if he encounters a skilled one, he is likely to suffer a loss.

Now with these eighteen freestyle fighting techniques, safety has been greatly enhanced.

I never expected that traveling by train and helping to catch a thief would bring me such a reward.

Monk fruit is quite a rare treat these days; I'll keep it to appease the little girls at home.

As for the fertility pill, Chang Kun scratched his head, unable to figure out what it could be used for.

He was full of energy and had no need for this thing, so he casually tossed it into a corner of his space.

The next day, while the young couple was still asleep, the train made a clanging sound and began to slowly move.

"Nanjing Station is almost here!"

The flight attendant walked down the aisle, her voice trailing off.

Chang Kun opened his eyes. Cheng Min was still asleep in his arms, her eyelashes fluttering.

With two people crammed into a narrow bed, it was difficult to even turn over, so they would end up cuddling together while sleeping.

His arm was numb on one side, but he couldn't bear to move it.

"Brother Kun." Xiao Li's voice came from outside the door.

"We've arrived?" Cheng Min was startled awake. She rubbed her eyes and sat up. Hearing the voices of Hong Sanbing, Xiao Li, and others outside, her face flushed red as she complained to Chang Kun.

"Why didn't you wake me up sooner!" she said, quickly getting up and tidying her clothes.

As the sleeper car door opened, Hong Sanbing greeted him with a smile and handed him a package of oiled paper: "Eat this on the road. It's a freshly baked flatbread from the kitchen, still warm."

"Master Hong, you're too kind."

"Don't mention it. When you're back in Beijing, we'll have another drink." Hong Sanbing patted Chang Kun on the shoulder, showing great appreciation for this capable young man.

After helping Chang Kun with his luggage off the train, Xiao Li said to Chang Kun, "Brother Kun, when we get to Beijing, I'll come visit you at your workplace."

"Of course you'd be welcome!"

The platform was bustling with people, and passengers carrying large and small bags squeezed in and out.

Chang Kun escorted Cheng Min out, then turned back and waved to Hong Sanbing and the others.

"Let's go back!"

In later times, with high-speed rail and airplanes, it's easy for friends to meet up. Even if they're too busy, they can make voice or video calls.

In this day and age, it is very difficult for many people to meet again after parting ways.

This was especially true in ancient times, which explains why there are so many farewell poems that have been passed down through the ages.

Stepping out of the station, the air in Nanjing hit me like a blast of humid, stuffy air—a completely different feeling from Beijing.

Cheng Min frowned: "Why is it so trendy?"

"That's Nanjing." Chang Kun looked around. "Let's find a guesthouse first."

There was a guesthouse near the train station, and Chang Kun went in and took out his letter of introduction.

The waitress was initially indifferent, but after glancing at the letter of introduction, she immediately straightened her back. The letter stated that the person had traveled all over the country, and she dared not neglect someone who could issue such a letter of introduction.

"Hello, double room, south-facing with plenty of sunshine, with a large balcony, 2.5 yuan per day, how many days will you be staying?"

The waiter assigned the best remaining room to Chang Kun.

"Let's do it for two days first."

After registering in the notebook, the waiter handed me a key: "Upstairs, room 306."

The room wasn't big, with two single beds, a table, a washbasin stand, and the window facing the street, where you could hear people talking below.

Cheng Min plopped down on the bed, rubbing her lower back: "My back is killing me from sleeping so much last night."

Chang Kun sat down as well, stretching his shoulders: "My arms are sore too, you used them as a pillow all night."

"Pah! Serves you right!" Cheng Min scolded, standing behind Chang Kun. "Behave yourself, I'll rub it for you."

Enjoying his wife's services, Chang Kun comfortably closed his eyes.

Cheng Min gently pressed down, hesitated for a moment, and then spoke: "Chang Kun."

"Um?"

"My mother and younger brother, are they here?"

Chang Kun turned around, looked at the anxiety and anticipation in her eyes, and sighed inwardly.

He also hoped that his mother-in-law and brother-in-law would be here, so that he wouldn't have to travel to several different places.