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

Unlike the family's joyful activity of catching pheasants and rabbits on the mountain, the atmosphere on the back mountain was tense and hostile.

The two groups faced each other across the dry ditch. The sun was rising, its heat making people's scalps tingle, but no one cared about that.

"Enough talk, we need to settle this today!"

"Fine, let's break up then. What are you going to do about it?"

The leaders of the two villages stood at the front, arguing heatedly with red faces and thick necks. In the past two days, the villagers of the two villages had quarreled a lot over the little water left in the ditch.

Behind them stood the able-bodied young men from their respective villages, holding carrying poles and hoes. Although they didn't raise them, their posture suggested they were ready to fight at any moment.

The goatee from the next village stood at the head of his group, squinting as he scanned the group. Suddenly, he frowned and asked, "Where's that skinny kid from your village? The one named Cheng Xin?"

The goatee laughed, a mocking laugh: "What? Scared? Too scared to come?"

"Bullshit!" the man in the Zhongshan suit cursed. "Cheng Xin's family is coming to claim kinship, so he definitely can't participate... Erniu, you do it."

The young man named Erniu stepped forward, looking a little flustered: "Captain, I... I really have never fought before..."

"You have to fight even if you haven't fought before." The man in the Zhongshan suit patted him on the shoulder. "We'll do it the same way as before, you take Cheng Xin's place and face that Iron Tower. Last as long as you can, you don't have to win, just don't lose too badly."

Erniu looked at the burly iron tower across the street and felt a slight cramp in his legs.

But he had no choice.

People from both villages were staring at him, and he had no choice but to nod reluctantly.

The goatee watched from the side, grinning to reveal a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Alright, let's change players. We'd lose no matter who we bring in, so let's go."

He threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground and stomped it out.

……

Meanwhile, Chang Kun continued to lead his family on a stroll around the mountain.

The harvest was already quite good: three pheasants, dozens of wild eggs, and four plump wild rabbits.

Cheng Xin carried a bamboo basket on his back, which was filled to the brim, and he kept grinning from ear to ear.

Sun Xiulan followed behind, watching the prey, feeling both happy and heartbroken.

I'm happy that my son-in-law is capable, but I'm also heartbroken that all these good things have to be given to the village.

But she didn't say anything.

She felt she owed someone a favor, and now that they were leaving, she felt she should repay it.

Cheng Min was the happiest; the better her husband behaved in front of her mother, the more radiant she felt.

As they walked, Chang Kun suddenly stopped.

Ahead was a bamboo forest, the bamboo tall and dense, rustling in the wind, the ground covered with bamboo leaves, soft and spongy underfoot.

I sensed a lot of movement in the bamboo forest; it was probably bamboo rats, big and small, numbering in the dozens.

Chang Kun's eyes lit up.

He had never eaten this before. In his previous life, he had watched short videos praising it as an unparalleled delicacy.

Today, I can finally fulfill my long-cherished wish.

"There are bamboo rats here."

Cheng Min was taken aback: "Bamboo rats? What are they? Rats that eat bamboo?"

"Hmm." Chang Kun nodded. "I heard the meat is tender and fragrant, even better than rabbit."

Cheng Min swallowed hard, then frowned. "You can eat that stuff?"

Sun Xiulan laughed heartily: "Of course! This thing is delicious. I caught one once before and roasted it for Xiaoxin. He even chewed the bones up."

Chang Kun had already started walking inside. "Mom, you wait outside, I'll go in and catch it."

Cheng Xin put down his basket and tried to follow Sun Xiulan inside, but Sun Xiulan grabbed him, saying, "Don't go, you'll get in the way."

She was afraid her son would disturb the bamboo rats, which scared them away.

Cheng Xin could only stand outside, peering longingly inside.

In the bamboo forest, Chang Kun treaded lightly, fully activating his senses.

Dozens of bamboo rats, some inside bamboo stalks, some hiding underground, the larger ones as big as squirrels, and the smaller ones weighing more than half a kilogram.

He first looked for those underground.

A bamboo rat was squatting under a bamboo stalk gnawing on the roots when it heard a noise and looked up. Before it could react, Chang Kun's hand was already there.

He grabbed the bamboo rat by the scruff of its neck, and after it struggled twice, he stuffed it into his spatial storage.

Another one, five steps to the left, was caught in the same way, easily.

The third one, the fourth one...

After finishing off the underground ones, he began to deal with the bamboo.

Since the rats inside the bamboo were difficult to catch, Chang Kun took advantage of the fact that no one was in the bamboo forest, took out a machete from his spatial storage, and effortlessly cut through the bamboo to catch the rats.

With the system's sensors, there's no need to split the bamboo from top to bottom; you only need to cut the area where the bamboo rat is located.

One after another.

In less than half an hour, more than a dozen bamboo rats had entered his space.

He kept six in his hands and carried them out.

Cheng Xin's eyes widened in disbelief: "Brother-in-law, this... so much?!"

Chang Kun put six bamboo rats on the ground; they were big and small, plump and with glossy fur.

Cheng Min squatted down and poked the bamboo rat. The rat moved slightly, which startled her, causing her to shrink back. She then leaned closer to take a look.

"This thing...is it really edible?"

Chang Kun smiled: "Yes, Mother said it's delicious."

Sun Xiulan also came over to take a look. Looking at the plump bamboo rats, she suddenly smiled and said, "Now the villagers can have a good meal."

She recalled how, over the years, she and her son had received a lot of help from the villagers.

Aunt Wang gave her two bowls of porridge, and Uncle Zhao stuffed three sweet potatoes into her mouth. The production team cadres turned a blind eye and let her, an outsider, settle down.

Now that they're leaving, letting them have a meal of meat is... a way of repaying some of their kindness.

Chang Kun handed the bamboo rat to Cheng Xin, tossed it into his basket, and suddenly remembered something, asking, "Mother, is there a stream nearby?"

Sun Xiulan was taken aback: "A stream? Yes, it's the ditch behind the mountain. It usually has water, but this year there's been a severe drought, it's almost dried up. What happened?"

Chang Kun shook his head and didn't say anything.

He kept his sensors on while he was catching the bamboo rats. He detected quite a few fish in the area between West Mountain and the back mountain.

They came together in groups of all sizes, weighing at least a hundred pounds.

He was a little puzzled.

Where there are fish, there is water. Since there is water, what are the two villages arguing about?

He took a few steps forward, stood on a protruding rock, and looked towards the area between the western mountains and the back mountains.

"What place is that over there?"

Sun Xiulan followed his gaze and thought for a moment: "That's... Muddy Bay."

"Muddy Bay?"

"Hmm." Sun Xiulan nodded. "There used to be a stream that flowed through there, but I don't know what happened, the water changed course, and all that's left is a muddy pond. Nobody goes there usually, it's full of silt, and you can't pull your feet out once you get in."

Chang Kun frowned.

I sensed that there were indeed fish in that area, and quite a few of them.

If it were a muddy pond, where would so many fish come from?

He had a vague guess in his mind.

Seeing him lost in thought, Cheng Min walked over and nudged his arm: "What are you thinking about?"

Chang Kun snapped out of his daze and smiled, "It's nothing. Let's take these things home first."