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

The two villages are adjacent. Everyone knows that Sun Xiulan's family is an outsider and doesn't have any daughters.

This person is clearly lying!

Another round of shouting and cursing followed.

"Nonsense! Sun Xiulan only has one son, where would she get a daughter!"

"The Sun family are outsiders; they don't even have any cousins, so where would they get a son-in-law from!"

"This kid's just causing trouble, beat him up right now!"

The leaders of the two villages looked at each other in bewilderment, thinking that a madman had come.

Sun Xiulan stood there, trembling, tears streaming down her wrinkled face.

She hadn't heard the Beijing dialect for many years!

Could this young man in front of me really be here to find me?

She's scared!

I was afraid this was another misunderstanding.

"Young comrade, stop talking. If the villagers beat you up, things will get messy."

"The Sun family has no daughters, so you'd better go back to where you came from!"

The two village leaders frowned, wanting to force Chang Kun to leave.

Chang Kun didn't move. He glanced at Cheng Xin, then at the towering man opposite him, who was grinning with his arms crossed, looking like he was waiting to see a good show.

"I told you, I'll fight for him." Chang Kun beckoned to the burly man.

The burly man laughed loudly: "You, you?"

He rushed up to Chang Kun, his eyes filled with mockery.

"Yes, that's me!"

Chang Kun stepped forward, turned to the side, spread his hands, and pulled and led.

The first move of the Eighteen Styles of Sanshou is "Stealing a Sheep While Taking Advantage of the Situation".

The burly man felt a powerful force pulling him forward, his feet gave way, and he fell to the ground with a thud, his mouth full of mud.

The entire room fell silent for a moment.

The iron tower got up, its face flushed red, and lunged at him with a roar.

Chang Kun dodged to the side, tripped, and bumped his shoulder into the burly man.

Thump, he fell down again!

This time the fall was even harder; his nose was broken and his face was covered in blood.

The burly man lay on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

The crowd erupted in uproar.

"Someone got hit!"

"Outsiders are bullying us!"

"Beat him up!"

Dozens of people surged forward, raising carrying poles and hoes, their cursing deafening.

The two men in charge quickly stopped the villagers and shouted back at Chang Kun, "You'd better leave now! If you don't leave, we'll really beat you up!"

If it weren't for the fact that Chang Kun had a certain imposing presence and didn't seem like an ordinary person, they wouldn't have bothered to care whether the kid got beaten up or not.

Chang Kun shook his head: "I've already fought for him, who else wants to do it?"

"It doesn't count if you fight for him!"

"Outsiders are not allowed to interfere!"

The crowd surged closer and closer, and it looked like they were about to make a move.

Suddenly, a small, thin figure rushed into the field and spread his arms to block Chang Kun.

It's Sun Xiulan.

She was trembling all over, her face covered in tears, but she stood there, blocking the way, refusing to give way.

The crowd paused for a moment, momentarily stopping in their tracks.

Sun Xiulan turned around, looked at Chang Kun, her lips trembling, and asked a question.

"Young man...you...who sent you?"

Chang Kun looked at her, a pang of sadness in his heart: "My wife asked me to come."

Sun Xiulan opened her mouth, then continued to ask, "Who is your wife?"

Just as Chang Kun was about to speak, a heart-wrenching scream came from behind him.

"mother--!!"

Everyone turned to look.

Cheng Min stood outside the crowd, her hair disheveled, her face covered in sweat and tears, and her clothes torn in several places by tree branches.

She stumbled and ran forward, taking a few steps, then tripping and falling, getting up and continuing to run.

"mother--!!!"

Sun Xiulan's whole body trembled violently.

She stared at the young woman running towards her, at her face, at her eyes.

This face overlapped with the smiling face in her memory.

Those eyes were exactly like the eyes of the daughter she longed for day and night.

"Xiao...Xiao Min?"

Sun Xiulan's voice was trembling uncontrollably.

Cheng Min rushed over and hugged Sun Xiulan tightly.

"mother--!"

The mother and daughter hugged each other and wept bitterly.

The people around quieted down, slowly lowered the carrying poles they had raised, and stopped their surging footsteps.

The two village leaders exchanged a glance and remained silent.

Cheng Min buried her head in her mother's arms and cried so hard she could barely breathe.

For more than a decade, she had dreamed of this scene countless times, but when it actually happened, all she could do was cry and couldn't say anything.

Sun Xiulan hugged Guo Nu, her hands trembling violently, repeatedly touching Cheng Min's hair and face, as if trying to confirm that this was not a dream.

"Xiaomin... my Xiaomin, you're alive... you're alive!"

Cheng Min raised her tearful eyes and touched her mother's face, touching the wrinkles and white hair.

"Mother... I'm too late, you've grown so old!"

Sun Xiulan laughed through her tears: "How can I not get old? It's been so many years..."

Suddenly, someone called out softly from the side, "Sister?"

Cheng Min's body stiffened, and she turned her head to look.

Cheng Xin stood there, as thin as a stick, his face covered in mud, his eyes red, staring blankly at her.

Looking at the face that resembled hers by seven or eight points, Cheng Min's tears welled up again.

She let go of her mother, went over, and hugged her younger brother tightly.

Cheng Xin froze, unsure what to do with his hands, his lips trembling. After a long pause, he finally managed to stammer, "Sister...you're really back?"

"I'm back! I'm back..." Cheng Min hugged her younger brother, touching his thin arm, feeling a pang of sadness in her heart.

What kind of life are my younger brother and mother living in this place?!

Cheng Xin suddenly burst into tears, hugging his sister and burying his head in her shoulder, crying like a child.

Sun Xiulan stood to the side, watching the two children hugging each other, tears streaming down her face, but the corners of her mouth curved up, she couldn't hold back her tears.

Chang Kun stood not far away, watching this scene, feeling a mix of emotions.

It has a sour taste, a bitter taste, but mostly it's warm.

He recalled everything Cheng Min had done these past few days: those sleepless nights, those repetitive questions, and the times she would stare blankly out the window.

Now, she has finally found her mother and younger brother.

that's nice!

Looking around, I saw villagers from both villages still gathered there, but no one was shouting for a fight anymore.

Some people were wiping their eyes, others were muttering something under their breath, and the towering, burly man was still sitting on the ground, blood still dripping from his nose, staring blankly at them.

Chang Kun walked over, squatted down, and looked at the burly man.

The burly man shrank back, staring at him warily.

Chang Kun pulled out a few small bills from his pocket and stuffed them into the burly man's hand: "Brother, I was a bit too rough just now, consider this as medical expenses."

The burly man looked down at the money in his hand and grinned.

I got thrown around twice, but I still got paid. What a bargain!

Cheng Min was still holding Cheng Xin, whispering something.

Sun Xiulan stood to the side, touching her daughter's face and patting her son's head, her face beaming with joy.

She was afraid this was a dream, and that when she woke up, all of this would be gone.

Seeing Chang Kun approach, Cheng Min's eyes reddened again. She let go of Cheng Xin and took Chang Kun's hand.

"Chang Kun, this is my mother."