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

"What else could have happened? In the end, it's all Zhang Pianxin's fault!"

Liu Meifen recounted what had happened, growing angrier as she spoke, and finally slapped her thigh.

"Who in this village has such a long mouth? They've spilled all of Old Zhang's dirty laundry! They know everything about him, and they won't even let me in the door!"

After listening, Chang Kun sighed, frowned, and thought for a moment, but he still couldn't come up with a good idea.

These days, unlike in later generations, you can't just steal someone's household registration book to register for marriage.

The slogan sounds nice, but without parental consent and blessing, very few marriages will be happy, now or in the future.

Zhang Quhun and Xiao Cui wanted to get married, but they couldn't get past Xiao Cui's parents.

I thought that Zhang Quhun would be able to live a good life after moving to the city to work and leaving his family of origin. But now that he has encountered a major event, he is still inevitably affected.

"Mother, I'll go find the cricket first and ask him what he means."

"Hey! Go talk to him nicely and tell him to take it easy. If not Xiao Cui, there might be Xiao Hong or Xiao Lü. Let's not put all our eggs in one basket..."

Chang Kun happily agreed.

I remember when I insisted on marrying Qin Meiru, my mother advised me in the same way, and now she's using those same words to persuade Qu Hun.

The security brigade is not far away; it's just a few minutes' walk after you exit the alley and turn a corner.

Chang Kun had ten cucumbers wrapped in newspaper in his hand. On the way, he thought he would stop by to see the brigade leader, He Gangyi, whom he hadn't seen for a while.

Upon entering the compound, I first peeked into the duty room, greeted them, and then headed straight for the office.

The door was open, and He Gangyi was sitting behind his desk drinking tea, holding an enamel mug in his hands, his eyes fixed on the newspaper on the table.

"Captain He!" Chang Kun knocked on the door frame.

He Gangyi looked up, grinned, put down the jar, and stood up: "Oh, Xiao Kun's here? Come in and sit down."

Chang Kun placed the cucumber on the table and sat down in the chair opposite him.

He Gangyi glanced at the bag of cucumbers, and without any ceremony, said, "You came all this way and brought something," before sitting down again and pouring him a glass of water.

"What have you been up to lately? It's been a while since I've seen you."

"Just busy with something, went on a long trip, only got back a couple of days ago." Chang Kun took the water glass and casually asked, "How's the team doing lately?"

He Gangyi leaned back in his chair and started talking more about the team.

The security situation has been relatively good lately; there have been fewer petty thefts, but a few vagrants have been caught and sent back to their hometowns.

Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly mentioned Zhang Quhun: "By the way, your brother Zhang Quhun is really something. He's conscientious and responsible at work, and you never have to rush him when you get something done."

"Last month we caught a fugitive. That guy was cunning; he came from the Northeast and was carrying a criminal record. Qu Hun sensed something was off about him while on patrol, followed him for two blocks, and then tackled him when he wasn't looking."

Hearing this, Chang Kun was happy for Qu Hun and asked, "Is he in the team now?"

He Gangyi's face showed a strange expression: "He's here, but I don't know what's wrong with him today, he seems a bit listless. He seemed off when he came to work this morning, and wouldn't say anything when I asked him what was wrong. He just said he was tired and went back to his dorm to lie down."

He paused, looked at Chang Kun, and asked, "Do you need to see him?"

Chang Kun smiled and said, "It's nothing serious. I just haven't seen you in a long time, so I stopped by."

He Gangyi nodded and didn't ask any more questions. The two chatted for a few more minutes before Chang Kun stood up to take his leave.

After leaving the office, Chang Kun walked across the courtyard toward the dormitory at the back, grabbing a handful of cucumbers from his spatial storage.

The dormitory door was ajar. Pushing it open, Zhang Quhun was lying on the bed with his hands behind his head, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Hearing the noise, he sat up abruptly. When he saw it was Chang Kun, he was stunned for a moment, then grinned, but there was a hint of bitterness in his smile.

Chang Kun walked over, sat down beside his bed, and patted him on the shoulder.

Zhang Quhun lowered his head, rubbed his hands together, and remained silent for a long time.

"What's wrong? Captain He said you've been listless today." Chang Kun put the cucumber on the bedside table and leaned against the bedside table.

The dormitory was small, with a single bed, a three-drawer table, and an enamel mug on the table, the water in which had long since gone cold.

"Brother Kun, it's...it's about Xiao Cui."

"I know."

Zhang Quhun was stunned for a moment: "Brother Kun, how did you know?"

"My mother went to Xiao Cui's house, but she was kicked out..."

Chang Kun then understood why Xiao Cui Niang was so impolite; it turned out she had already spoken to Zhang Qu Hun, and her mother had gone to Zhang's house again, making Xiao Cui Niang think that the Zhang family still wanted to cause trouble.

"Alas... Liu Niang has suffered because of me..."

"What are you talking about? A matchmaker shouldn't be afraid of this! I'm asking you, what are you thinking?"

"What do you think? I want to marry Xiao Cui, but her mother disagrees..."

"You wilted just because her mother didn't agree?" Chang Kun scoffed, took out two cigarettes, lit one, took a couple of puffs, and handed one to Zhang Quhun.

"What exactly did her mother say to your face?"

Zhang Quhun frowned: "Anyway, it's about my father, my elder brother and sister-in-law. Xiao Cui's mother found out everything clearly and explained it clearly, saying she's afraid Xiao Cui will be mistreated if she marries me. I... I have nothing to say!"

"What did Xiao Cui say?"

Zhang Quhun shook his head again: "I don't know either."

"You don't know? Didn't you say a long time ago that you were getting along well with Xiao Cui?"

Zhang Quhun took two deep drags on his cigarette, coughing a few times as he choked, and said in a muffled voice, "It's quite good... but, but she can't disobey her mother about the marriage!"

At this point, his eyes suddenly lit up: "Brother Kun, you have so many ideas, can you help me think of a solution..."

"What's the point of thinking of a solution! It's all up to you. If you don't stand up for yourself, nobody can do anything!"

Zhang Quhun jumped up in a flash: "Brother Kun, you say that?! You have an idea?!"

Chang Kun rolled his eyes: "I have no idea whatsoever. The symptoms are in your dad and your family right now, what can I do?"

"Or, if Xiao Cui's mother doesn't agree, I'll put her in a sack and throw her into the Liangma River?"

Zhang Quhun's eyes widened, and he hurriedly waved his hands.

"This! This won't do, that's Xiao Cui's mother... Besides, Brother Kun, we can't kill or set fires!"

"Then what do you suggest we do?" Chang Kun shrugged.

Another way is to hope that Zhang Quhun's biased father dies soon, so that he won't hold Zhang Quhun back.

These words are even harsher; they're simply impossible to say.

"Cricket, Xiao Cui's mother, besides saying your father and your elder brother and sister-in-law have bad habits, what else did you say?"

Zhang Quhun frowned as he recalled that when he heard Xiao Cui's mother say that his family was not good, he felt like the sky had fallen, and he didn't hear many of the things that followed clearly.

"Think it over carefully! Maybe there's a solution inside!"

"What did he say?" After thinking for three or four minutes, Zhang Quhun's eyes lit up, then dimmed again.

"Little Cui really did say that!"

"But... it's like saying nothing at all; I simply can't do it!"