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

Chang Kun frowned: "Comrade, could you help me check if there are any refunded or reserved tickets? Please help me."

The ticket seller shook his head: "I'm only explaining a bit more because you're one of us. Even if you have money, you can't buy a sleeper ticket."

Having no other choice, Chang Kun had to step aside.

In your own territory, you can ask people for help and pull strings, making things much easier.

But when you're out in a strange place, where can you find someone?

Seeing him return empty-handed, Cheng Min asked in confusion, "Didn't you buy a ticket?"

"Only hard seats are available." Chang Kun looked at her. "Can you handle more than ten hours?"

Cheng Min pursed her lips: "I'm not some delicate young lady, what's there to be afraid of in a hard seat?"

In order to find her mother, she traveled to many places over the years. Taking a hard seat was nothing compared to the hardships she endured.

Chang Kun was unwilling to give up and decided to walk around the station to see if there was any other way.

Cheng Min's eyes suddenly lit up as she remembered the railway contribution medal Gao Jin had given her.

He took it out and handed it to Chang Kun: "This was given to me by Train Chief Gao. Didn't they say it might come in handy if something happens on the railway?"

Chang Kun gave a wry smile. He figured this thing was probably less useful than his railway police work ID.

However, even if it's not a sure thing, he still took it.

"Comrade, wait a moment."

Before he could even enter the waiting room to look for someone, he was suddenly stopped by someone.

Chang Kun turned around and saw a middle-aged man in a railway uniform looking at him.

"You called me?"

The middle-aged man walked over and his gaze fell on the two commemorative medals in the man's hand.

"Comrade, is that badge of yours... from the railway?"

Chang Kun glanced down at it: "Yeah, a friend gave it to me."

"Friend, which friend gave you this?"

This commemorative medal might not be particularly valuable elsewhere, but in the railway sector, it still carries considerable prestige.

"It was delivered by the train conductor, Gao Jin."

The middle-aged man paused for a moment, then grabbed his hand: "Gao Jin? The Gao Jin from the Beijing line?"

"Yes, he used to travel the northeast route, but now he's traveling south."

The middle-aged man laughed heartily: "Oh my! That's my old comrade-in-arms! We served together in the army, and later both transferred to the railway system. He's in Beijing, and I'm in Nanjing; we haven't seen each other for years!"

Chang Kun laughed too: "What a coincidence?"

"What a coincidence! That's just fate!" The middle-aged man pulled him inside. "Come on, come on, let's sit in my office. Weren't you going to buy tickets? Where are you going?"

"I wanted to buy a sleeper berth to go to Nanchang, but I wasn't qualified, so I couldn't."

The middle-aged man waved his hand: "It's no big deal, I'll arrange it for you."

Upon entering the office, the middle-aged man poured himself a glass of water and then made a phone call.

After hanging up the phone, he looked at Chang Kun with a smile: "Alright, two sleeper berths, train at seven o'clock tonight."

Chang Kun quickly expressed his gratitude.

"No need to thank me, Gao Jin's brother is my brother. By the way, how's that old bastard Gao Jin doing these days?"

The camaraderie between soldiers is that simple and genuine; the two became acquainted after just a few words.

Chang Kun recounted the story of catching the thief on the train.

The middle-aged man slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "I knew it! Gao Jin is lucky; he always runs into capable people wherever he goes. With your skills, if you get the keys transferred to our Nanjing station, I'll treat you to drinks every day!"

Chang Kun smiled and said a few words of modesty.

After getting the ticket and saying goodbye to the middle-aged man, Chang Kun went out and found Cheng Min.

Looking at the sleeper ticket in his hand, Cheng Min was stunned for a moment: "You bought it?"

"Hehe, we just ran into Train Conductor Gao's comrade-in-arms. Let's go grab something to eat and then go back to get our luggage."

Cheng Min's lips curved into a smile: "That's what they call good deeds being rewarded."

……

The train rattled along for more than ten hours, and finally arrived in Nanchang the next morning.

Stepping out of the station, a wave of heat hit me; it was even more humid than Nanjing.

Cheng Min fanned herself with her hand, frowning, "Why is it still so hot here? It's already getting cooler at home."

"That's right, it gets hotter the further south you go." Chang Kun, carrying his luggage, looked around. "Let's find a guesthouse first."

The guesthouse rooms were small and even more basic than the one in Nanjing, but they were fairly clean.

After putting down her luggage, Cheng Min sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at Chang Kun.

Chang Kun knew what she was waiting for.

The two traveled thousands of miles to find her mother and younger brother.

After taking blood and sensing the pulse, Chang Kun let out a long sigh.

The light in Cheng Min's eyes disappeared, and she lowered her head deeply without saying a word.

"Don't worry, Mom isn't far away. We'll definitely find her next time."

Cheng Min pursed her lips and didn't say anything. She reached out and hugged Chang Kun's neck, feeling like she was about to cry.

"Come on, let me take you for a walk. We're already here, let's just stroll around a bit and then head to the next stop."

"Okay..." Cheng Min really wasn't in the mood to go out and have fun, but she didn't want to spoil Chang Kun's fun either.

"I heard that August 1st Park is lively here, let's go check it out."

"Okay, whatever you say."

The streets of Nanchang are not as bustling as those of Nanjing, but there are still quite a few people.

People carrying loads and driving carriages strolled around for a while. Cheng Min's mood improved, and she suddenly pointed ahead: "What's that?"

Chang Kun looked over and saw a small stall selling clay pot soup, with clay pots stacked on the stove, steaming.

Have you ever tried Nanchang's specialty, clay pot soup?

Cheng Min shook her head.

"Come on, have a taste."

The two of them each ordered a can, which they ate with rice noodles. Cheng Min ate with great delight, exclaiming, "So delicious!"

The guests were enjoying their meal when suddenly a commotion broke out in front of them, with a crowd gathering around them.

"What's wrong?" Women love to watch a good show, and Cheng Min was no exception.

After finishing the soup in a few bites, Chang Kun took her hand and squeezed into the crowd.

In the middle of the crowd, a four or five-year-old boy sat on the ground crying, sobbing uncontrollably, his face covered in tears and snot.

A tall, thin man was standing next to him, pulling him up by the arm.

"Stop howling! Go home!"

The little boy tried desperately to shrink back, and cried even louder.

A fierce glint flashed across the man's face, and he raised his hand to strike.

"Wait!"

Chang Kun took a step forward and grabbed the man's wrist.

The man was taken aback, looked up at him, and said, "Who are you?! Mind your own business!"

Chang Kun ignored him and looked down at the little boy.

The little boy had tears on his face and his eyes were red, but that face!

Chang Kun's heart skipped a beat.

They look so alike!

Those eyes, that nose, they bear at least a five or six-point resemblance to Cheng Min.

Looking back, Cheng Min was standing on the edge of the crowd, also stunned, her eyes fixed on the little boy.

Chang Kun took another deep breath. According to the system's perception, the man next to him was clearly a human trafficker!

His fist slowly clenched.

"Who is this child to you?"

The man's eyes flickered: "My son! So what? What's it to you!"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Min nearly collapsed, her delicate body swaying precariously.

"Your son?" Chang Kun sneered. "Do you even know your son's name?"

The man's expression changed: "Where did this brat come from, daring to meddle in my business!"

They were about to resort to violence.