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

Renqiang Dan?

Chang Kun took it in his hand and looked at it twice. He was as strong as a calf, so he had no use for this thing!

He casually tossed it back into the storage space.

The next morning, the sun was already high in the sky.

Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the curtains. Chang Kun turned over and reached to his side; Cheng Min was still fast asleep.

He closed his eyes, wanting to doze off a little longer.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through my mind, and I abruptly opened my eyes to look out the window. The sun was already high in the sky.

I reached for the watch on the bedside table; it was already 9:20.

He gave a wry smile; he had chatted too late last night and had indeed overslept.

He nudged Cheng Min: "Wake up."

Cheng Min mumbled something, turned over, and buried her face in the pillow again.

Chang Kun nudged her again: "It's past nine o'clock."

Seeing that she still didn't move, he leaned close to her ear and whispered, "You went to find your mother."

These words still worked. Cheng Min suddenly opened her eyes, sat up straight, her hair a mess.

"What time is it?"

"9:20..."

Cheng Min froze for two seconds, then let out a scream, "Ah!!"

She threw off the covers, jumped out of bed, spun around barefoot on the floor twice, and then hurriedly rummaged through her luggage.

"Oh no! I overslept... It's all your fault for keeping me talking so late!"

Hearing his wife turn the tables on him, Chang Kun couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"You're still laughing!" Cheng Min turned around and glared at him. "Hurry up, wash up and let's go!"

Chang Kun picked up the clothes from the bed and draped them over Cheng Min, saying, "Don't worry, she's right there, she can't run away. Just leave her luggage at the guesthouse for now."

Cheng Min thought for a moment: "Right, my mom and the others can't run away, they can come back to move the luggage later! I'll wash up and leave quickly!"

Her hair was messy, and her face still had the red marks of just waking up. She grinned foolishly and said, "I'm meeting my mother today!"

After tidying up a bit, Cheng Min looked at herself in the mirror again and again, combing her hair neatly.

"Alright, that's good enough."

Cheng Min was still worried: "Will this be alright? Won't Mother think I'm too sloppy?"

She was extremely nervous about seeing her mother.

Chang Kun walked over and took her hand: "Seeing you is my greatest wish. Don't think about anything else."

Cheng Min took a deep breath and nodded emphatically.

After going downstairs, Chang Kun went to the guesthouse duty room and knocked on the window.

The person on duty was a middle-aged man, whom I had seen yesterday; his surname was Chen.

"Master Chen, I have something to ask you." Chang Kun offered him a cigarette.

"What's up?" Old Chen asked, taking the cigarette with a smile as he saw it still had a filter.

"Can you borrow bicycles here? We'd like to go for a ride."

Borrowing a bicycle? What a ridiculous idea, young man.

Bicycles are such precious things, who would dare to lend them out? If you lend them out, not to mention if they get stolen, even if they get scratched or bumped, you'll feel bad for a long time.

After looking Chang Kun up and down, Old Chen was about to shake his head and refuse when Chang Kun took out his work ID and a wad of cash and handed them over.

"Master Chen, I won't lend it to you for nothing. Here's eight hundred yuan as a deposit. It should be enough to buy two new bicycles... Also, here's my work ID. You registered it yesterday, so don't worry that I'm a bad guy."

Old Chen's gaze fell on the work permit, then he looked at the thick wad of cash, and swallowed hard.

That stack of money in front of him was so tempting.

Just as he was about to take it, Chang Kun pulled his hand back and flicked the money: "Master Chen, this is the deposit. It'll be three yuan a day to borrow the bicycle, how about that?"

Old Chen grinned: "Sure! Why not!"

Three yuan a day, that's three times his salary!

That young man from Beijing is so generous!

Old Chen took the money, wrote a receipt, and led Chang Kun to the backyard.

There were a few bicycles parked in the shed, neither new nor old, but quite clean.

"One of these bikes is mine, and the other belongs to my nephew. You can take it and ride it."

Three yuan a day, I definitely want to earn this benefit myself.

Chang Kun pushed the cars out and tested both of them; they were in good condition.

Old Chen casually asked, "Where are you going? Is it far?"

Chang Kun couldn't sleep last night, so he found a map of Guangzhou on the wall of the guesthouse and located his mother-in-law's village.

"To the east, there's a village... I think it's called Shipai Village."

Old Chen frowned and thought for a while: "Shipai Village? That's far away, it takes two hours by bike. The roads there are all mountainous and difficult to travel, so you have to be careful."

Cheng Min's expression changed, and her heart clenched painfully.

Chang Kun patted her hand and smiled at Old Chen: "It's okay, we'll ride slowly."

Pushing the cart out of the guesthouse, I bought a dozen or so large steamed buns from a roadside vendor and put them in my pocket.

Once outside the city, the roads indeed became increasingly difficult to navigate.

At first, it was a stone-paved road, then it gradually became a gravel road, and later it became a dirt road, full of potholes, making your butt hurt when you ride on it.

Cheng Min gritted her teeth and followed Chang Kun without saying a word.

Chang Kun looked back and saw that Cheng Min's forehead was already sweaty, and her face was flushed from the sun, but her eyes were bright as she stared at the road ahead.

"Are you tired? Want to take a break?"

Cheng Min shook her head: "Not tired! Keep pedaling!"

Chang Kun didn't say anything more, slowed down, and let her catch up and ride alongside him.

Farmland stretched out on both sides of the road, where people were working, bending over and occasionally glancing up at them.

In the distance, there are mountains, a bluish-gray color, shrouded in a thin mist.

Cheng Min suddenly spoke up: "Chang Kun."

"What's wrong?"

"My mother... and my younger brother, have they been living here all these years?"

Chang Kun looked around and sighed inwardly.

My hometown is also in the countryside, but it's a rural area outside Beijing, and the conditions there are much better than here.

My mother-in-law and brother-in-law have suffered so much here.

Seeing that Chang Kun did not respond, Cheng Min stopped talking and just rode her bicycle even faster.

More than two hours later, a small mountain village appeared ahead. From a high vantage point, there were only a few dozen scattered households, all of which were made of adobe and some had thatched roofs.

Cheng Min stood there, gazing at the village before her, her eyes slowly reddening.

Chang Kun patted her on the shoulder: "Alright! You'll see your mother soon, cheer up!"

Cheng Min gripped the handlebars tightly, her fingers turning white, and tears still rolled down her cheeks involuntarily.

"Let's go." Chang Kun pushed the cart into the village.

Cheng Min followed, her eyes darting around, eager to see her mother.

After walking several dozen meters, Cheng Min stopped.

"Chang Kun, why is nobody here?"

Chang Kun also noticed that the village was quiet, with all the doors of the houses closed. Occasionally, there were a few barks from dogs, but no one could be seen.

Having found the location, Chang Kun was too lazy to take Cheng Min's blood again. He thought of a possibility: "Life is not easy for rural people. They are probably all doing farm work in the mountains now."

Cheng Min paused for a moment, then turned to walk towards the mountains outside the village.

"Don't rush, let's ask someone for directions first." He stood on tiptoe, looked around, and pointed ahead, "There's someone coming from over there."

An old woman slowly approached from the path ahead.