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

That evening, Chang Kun was organizing the things stored in the space.

For a long time, he relied on planting crops within the system space and simply piled up his harvest in a corner of the space.

If you tidy it up now, there's really quite a bit left.

Tomatoes, broccoli, and watermelons each weigh two to three thousand kilograms; sunflowers and peanuts, which are used for oil extraction, weigh over a thousand kilograms; cucumbers, pumpkins, and green beans are growing very fast, totaling more than ten tons.

Why is it that high-yield grains like wheat, rice, potatoes, and sweet potatoes are produced in quantities of tens of tons each, making for a truly spectacular scale?

The remaining meat, such as large yellow croaker, mackerel, pheasant, squirrel, and blue sheep, should be kept at home for our own consumption; it would be inappropriate to give it to the village for relief.

I still have some pheasants and roe deer that I hunted in Northeast China before, which I'll use to entertain my mother-in-law's family tomorrow.

I haven't claimed my hunting rewards for the past few days, but when I checked, I found quite a few items.

[Ding! 20/20 bamboo rats captured, reward: 5 catties of bamboo clams.]

[The current host can sense prey weighing less than 1720 jin (approximately 860 kg) within a range of 4600 meters.]

[Ding! 100/100 grasshoppers captured, reward: 5 jin of ant eggs.]

[The current host can sense prey weighing less than 1740 jin (approximately 860 kg) within a range of 4650 meters.]

[Ding! 100/100 bean worms captured, reward: 10 jin of stinky tofu.]

[The current host can sense prey weighing less than 1760 jin (approximately 860 kg) within a range of 4700 meters.]

[Ding! Captured 1/1 of a yellow sheep, reward: 5 catties of egg yolk pastry.]

[The current host can sense prey weighing less than 1780 jin (approximately 860 kg) within a range of 4750 meters.]

The system rewards are all delicious food; the whole family will be in for a treat tomorrow.

Especially the egg yolk pastry; the little girls have never eaten anything so crispy and sweet before, they're sure to scream with delight.

Thinking about returning to the village tomorrow, Chang Kun quickly fell asleep.

The next morning, before Xiuer woke up, he secretly slipped out of the house and headed straight for his hometown.

I rode my bike out of town, bought a few rolls of yellow paper from a roadside shop, tied them to the back of my bicycle, and hurried towards the village.

Upon reaching the outskirts of the village, he didn't enter the village first. Instead, he turned onto a side road and stopped at his grandparents' graves.

There were some weeds growing on the grave mound, so he squatted down and pulled them clean. He then folded the yellow paper he had brought and lit it with a match.

This was still a good thing back then; at least no one bothered you when you burned paper money for your ancestors, unlike in later generations when you had to do it secretly, afraid of being seen by the town government officials and getting fined if caught...

Flames leaped up, and ashes floated up and fell back down.

Chang Kun squatted down, watching the flames devour the yellow papers one by one, and muttered a few words under his breath.

Grandpa and Grandma, everything is fine at home. Mom and Dad are in good health, and your sisters are well-behaved. He's married now, and his wife is nice too. Tell Grandpa and Grandma to spend their money as they please, don't be stingy. If they don't have enough, they can come to you in a dream, and your grandson will come to burn more money for them...

They kept nagging for a long time until the paper was burned.

Pushing the cart into the village, the village seemed a bit quieter than before.

There were few people on the dirt road, and the occasional bark of a dog sounded weak and feeble.

Several courtyard gates were open, but the inside was dark and quiet.

Chang Kun went to Uncle Chang Wu's house first. The gate was ajar. He pushed the gate open and went in. Aunt Chang Wu was squatting in front of the stove, tending the fire.

On the stove was a large pot, bubbling away, the steam carrying the bitter smell of wild vegetables mixed with a hint of sweet potato noodles. It was thin and watery, clearly indicating that a large pot of water had been boiled and only a handful of noodles had been used.

This pot was something they had moved to the city with; the remaining iron pots were left to Uncle Chang Wu. Otherwise, his family wouldn't even have an iron pot...

Hearing the noise, Aunt Chang looked up, paused for a moment, then quickly stood up, forcing a smile: "Xiao Kun is back? Come in and sit down."

Chang Kun propped up his bicycle, took the sack off the back seat, and carried it into the house.

The room was pitch black. He stood at the doorway for a moment to adjust to the light before he could see Uncle Changwu sitting on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), rolling a cigarette with his head down.

Hearing footsteps, he looked up and his fifth uncle revealed his dark, thin face, but his eyes lit up for a moment.

"Fifth Uncle," Chang Kun called out.

Uncle Chang agreed, put down the cigarette in his hand, moved further into the kang (a heated brick bed), and patted the edge of the kang: "Sit, sit."

Chang Kun sat down and looked around the room.

There was a pile of dried wild vegetables in the corner, and the cupboard next to the stove was empty, with a few bowls upside down, their bottoms all dry. The mat on the kang (a heated brick bed) was torn in several places, revealing the straw underneath.

Aunt Chang Wu followed him in, brought a bowl of water and placed it in front of Chang Kun. The bowl had a nick in the rim, and the water was warm.

Chang Kun picked up his glass, took a sip, and asked, "Is it good fortune?"

"They've gone up the mountain to work," Aunt Chang sighed, and sat down next to Uncle Chang.

"My leg isn't fully healed yet, but I can't just sit at home doing nothing. I have to earn whatever I can."

Chang Kun nodded.

Chang Youfu's leg was injured when he was caught by a black bear while hunting in the mountains. After a few months of recuperation, he can still walk, but he can't do heavy work or walk long distances.

"Does his leg still hurt?"

Uncle Chang waved his hand: "It doesn't hurt anymore, but it's just not working properly, I can't muster any strength. A while ago I wanted to go up the mountain to chop firewood with some people, but I couldn't go halfway and had to be helped back."

As he spoke, he sighed, "This kid is impatient, always wanting to earn more, but his health isn't cooperating."

Aunt Chang Wu chimed in from the side, "What's the use of worrying? If you ruin your leg, it'll be a lifelong problem!" As she spoke, her eyes reddened. "The family depends on him to earn work points, and my body is so weak; I'm always in pain all year round..."

Uncle Chang glared at her: "Why are you saying all this!"

Aunt Chang turned her face away and wiped it with her sleeve.

The room was quiet for a while. The pot on the stove was still bubbling, and the bitter smell of wild vegetables wafted over in waves.

Chang Kun knew that the pot of thin, watery porridge that could reflect a person's image was the family's food for the day.

He opened the sack and took things out: twenty pounds of cornmeal, ten pounds of rice, and a small bag of potatoes.

Aunt Chang was stunned when she saw this. She wiped her hands on her clothes several times before daring to reach out and touch the bag of rice. She poked it lightly with her fingers, as if afraid of breaking it.

"This...how can we accept this..." Her voice changed.

"Fifth Aunt, take this. The family always needs some food." Chang Kun stuffed the things into her hands.

Aunt Chang took it, held it in her arms, her lips trembled for a long time, and finally tears fell.

Uncle Chang sat beside him, looking at the bag of rice. He gulped down his throat and after a long while said, "Little Kun, your Uncle Wu didn't spoil you for nothing."

After sitting for about half an hour, Chang Kun stood up to say goodbye.

Aunt Chang saw him off at the courtyard gate, her hand gripping the doorframe. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't. She just kept repeating, "Xiao Kun, take care of yourself out there..."

Chang Kun felt very depressed; this was the reality for people in rural areas.

The people who grow grain are not getting enough to eat; this shouldn't be happening!

Thinking it over, he turned around and headed towards the home of Tie Zhu, the brigade secretary.