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

On the mountain, Xiu'er and Zixia, full of energy, rushed to a patch of grass.

Beside the meadow was a bean field, its leaves a vibrant green.

Xiuer's eyes darted around, and she rushed into the bean field, looking around with her head down.

A little while later, she found a bean worm, pinched it with her little hand, and threw it into the small bamboo basket.

"Huh—Xiuer, what are you catching? It looks disgusting!" Zixia had never seen a bean worm before.

This green, plump little thing, which wriggles around, recoils at the slightest touch of a finger. Her little face scrunches up: "Xiuer, stop grabbing me! I'll bite you again!"

Xiuer laughed: "Bean worms won't bite! Fry them in oil later, they'll be delicious!"

Zixia was skeptical and dared not make a move to grab it.

Chang Kun walked over and, seeing Zixia's timid appearance, pointed to the grass nearby: "There are grasshoppers, crickets, and katydids over there. Go catch one."

"Okay!" Zixia grabbed the small bamboo basket and ran off. Making her catch bean worms gave her goosebumps.

Xiuer called out from behind, "The seeds inside Biandangou are so fragrant!"

There were many grasshoppers on the grass, and Biandangou was also hopping around on the grass stalks.

Zixia squatted on the ground, reached out with both hands, but missed. The grasshopper hopped away through her fingers, but she wasn't angry. She stuck out her butt and continued to chase after it.

After a few pounces, he finally caught one and excitedly held it up to show Chang Kun: "Brother, I caught one!"

Chang Kun gave her a thumbs up, which made Zixia very happy. Following Chang Kun's method, she threaded a grasshopper onto a foxtail grass stem and went to catch another one.

Xiuer had already caught more than a dozen bean worms in the bean field and was very pleased with herself.

On the other side, Cheng Xin lay prone on the ground with a gun in his hand, his eyes narrowed to slits, making "bang, bang, bang" sounds incessantly.

He let out a cry, and his body trembled as if the gun really had recoil.

He was having a great time playing by himself, and Chang Kun and the two little girls didn't pay any attention to him.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound from the grass, and a pheasant flew up from in front of Cheng Xin, startling him so much that he fell to the ground.

The pheasant flew to a nearby patch of grass and disappeared.

Cheng Xin froze for two seconds, then jumped up and shouted, "Brother-in-law! Pheasants! There are pheasants!"

Chang Kun had long sensed that the pheasant was incubating eggs, at least a dozen in a nest. If the pheasant was caught, there would be a dozen fewer pheasants in the mountains next year.

"Stop chasing it, let it go."

Cheng Xin panicked: "Why? We finally found one!"

"That pheasant is brooding. If you hit it, the whole brood of eggs will never hatch."

Cheng Xin opened his mouth but couldn't say anything, staring at the direction where the pheasant had landed, feeling somewhat unwilling.

Xiuer and Zixia ran over: "Where's the pheasant? Where's the pheasant?"

"It flew away." Cheng Xin was a little depressed.

Xiuer pouted: "Brother Xin, you're so stupid. You couldn't even catch such a big pheasant."

Cheng Xin blushed: "I haven't loaded the bullets yet."

"Why aren't you loading bullets?"

"My brother-in-law said I can't load bullets until I've practiced shooting properly."

The two girls turned to look at Chang Kun, and Cheng Xin also lingered over, whispering, "Brother-in-law, give me a bullet, just one..."

Chang Kun glanced at him: "Have you finished practicing?"

"Um!"

"What are the three points in a line?"

Cheng Xin hesitated, scratched his head, and thought for a long time: "Aiming, target... and eyes?"

Chang Kun laughed: "Practice some more, and I'll give you bullets when you're good enough."

Cheng Xin was unwilling to give up, so he climbed back, squinted at the camera again, and continued to slap, slap, slap.

Xiuer and Zixia squatted on the grass, huddled together counting grasshoppers.

Zixia caught five or six grasshoppers, while Xiuer caught a handful of bean worms. The two of them competed to see who could catch more, and they started arguing as they competed.

"Bean worms are delicious!"

"Grasshoppers are the tastiest! And there are even eggs in Biandangou!"

"The bean worms are fried until crispy!"

Even grasshoppers are crisp!

Chang Kun listened to the two little ones arguing but didn't try to stop them. He caught dozens more grasshoppers from the grass and picked up two pounds of bean worms from the bean field. That was enough to stir-fry two dishes.

When he got home, he said it was the little girl's filial piety, and that it would surely make his father, uncle, and younger brother drink a few more cups of wine.

Cheng Xin lay on the ground aiming his gun, occasionally stealing a glance at Chang Kun.

Chang Kun was amused by his look and took out a bullet from his pocket.

His eyes lit up, and he scrambled to his feet and ran this way.

"Brother-in-law!"

Chang Kun handed him the bullet: "Just one. I said you can only shoot if I tell you to, understand?"

"I know!" Cheng Xin took it with both hands, treating it like a precious treasure, and carefully pressed it into the magazine.

Chang Kun led Ji Re deeper into the mountains, crossing two mountain ridges. Cheng Xin, still thinking about the bullet, followed behind, constantly touching the gun. Every now and then he would ask, "Brother-in-law, why haven't we found anything?"

Chang Kun didn't say anything, but led the way at a slow pace. He had already sensed a yellow deer grazing in the ravine.

The two little girls followed behind, their small bamboo baskets swaying on their arms. Their pace slowed noticeably. Xiu'er didn't complain of being tired. Zixia fell into her throat, and her little face was flushed from the sun.

After crossing a hill, Zixia was too exhausted to walk any further. She tugged at Chang Kun's sleeve and cried, "Big brother, hug me..."

Chang Kun turned to look at her. The little girl's forehead was covered in sweat, her two braids were all crooked, and her lips were pouting like an oil bottle.

Xiuer also stopped, without saying a word, but her eyes clearly showed that she also wanted a hug.

"There are deer ahead..." Chang Kun pointed to the ravine ahead, "Little yellow deer, even prettier than the little donkey at home, with antlers on its head and four thin, long legs, it can run very fast."

Zixia's eyes lit up: "Really?"

"Would your big brother lie to you? You'll see it in just a few steps." Chang Kun squatted down and tightened her braids. "The little deer is waiting up ahead. If you let someone carry it, it'll run away as soon as it sees you!"

The little girl was quite easy to fool. Xiu'er tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Big brother is right, how can we catch deer if we hug them!"

With that, she grabbed Zixia's hand and ran forward, shouting, "Big brother, hurry!"

Cheng Xin followed behind, his steps light and quick. He had been running in the mountains all morning and didn't feel tired at all.

He leaned closer to Chang Kun and whispered, "Brother-in-law, are there really deer?"

"Of course!" The yellow deer in my senses is grazing in the ravine ahead, not too far away.

Cheng Xin grinned, touching the gun in his hand, his eyes eager to try.

After crossing the ridge, Chang Kun told the group to walk quietly and hide behind a large rock on the hillside, pointing it out to them.

"See that?"

Sure enough, there was a yellow deer in the ravine. Its fur was yellowish-brown with a dark stripe on its back. Its ears were erect and would turn from time to time, showing great alertness.

Chang Kun deliberately came from upwind, and Huang Lu was unaware that he was in danger.

Cheng Xin lay down beside him, looked in the direction he was looking, and her eyes lit up: "I see it!"

"Want to give it a try?"

Cheng Xin nodded vigorously and took a deep breath.

He gently raised the gun, squinted one eye, and aimed for a long time. His hand was shaking, and the gun was wobbling.

"Brother-in-law, how about... you do it?"

He had been terrified of poverty since childhood. That yellow deer in the distance must weigh at least fifty or sixty pounds. If he didn't catch it and lost such a big piece of meat, he would regret it for years.