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

My uncle took a few puffs of his cigarette in a sullen voice, then stubbed it out on the sole of his shoe.

Chang Dashan poured him a glass of water. He picked it up, took a sip, put it down, and sighed deeply.

"I get frustrated at work, then I worry about my daughter after get off work, and when I want to rest at night, my wife forces me to stay in bed. What a life..."

Halfway through my sentence, I suddenly realized that I shouldn't have said this in front of so many people, so I quickly stopped.

Chang Dashan chuckled twice but didn't respond. Cheng Rongjiang, holding his teacup, pretended not to hear.

At the stone table, Hongxia was making dumplings with her head down, pinching the dumpling wrappers tightly, as if she was competing with someone.

Liu Meifen handed her the filling, which she took and silently wrapped without saying a word.

After making a few dumplings, Hongxia suddenly threw them onto the lid of the steamer and muttered, "I'm not eating anymore." She stood up and was about to leave.

Liu Meifen grabbed her arm: "What's wrong? You're wrapped up perfectly."

Hongxia's eyes were a little red, but her voice was stiff: "I was raised like a tomboy since I was little, and now they blame me for not being a girl. None of my blind dates have any manliness whatsoever, how could I possibly be interested in them?"

She paused, then said, "Blame your parents, not me."

Liu Meiling raised her head and opened her mouth to scold her, but was stopped by a look from Liu Meifen.

After Hongxia finished speaking, she shook off Liu Meifen's hand and turned to walk into the house.

After taking a few steps, he was stopped by several little girls who pulled him to ride a small donkey.

Hongxia was pulled along by them and half-heartedly sat on the donkey's back. Xiuer and Zixia held the reins on either side and slowly drove around the courtyard. Xiaoqing and the others followed behind, laughing. Hongxia's expression softened a little.

After a moment of silence around the stone table, Liu Meiling sighed. Her daughters were no longer under her mother's control as they grew up; she had ruined her older daughter and could only rely on her younger one.

I don't know if my belly will cooperate. I hope Xiao Kun's pills will work and give birth to a son for the Wang family.

Standing at the kitchen doorway, Chang Kun overheard his uncle complaining about how frustrating it was to work and jokingly asked, "Uncle, with your position, who would dare to upset you?"

My uncle sighed and waved his hand, "It's not that anyone made me angry."

He lowered his voice, looked around to make sure no one was paying attention, and then continued.

"There's a food shortage everywhere right now, and the city is about to start supplying substitute grains—that stuff is practically inedible. But this year, the higher-ups are still setting such high targets, like thousands of kilograms per mu..."

He shook his head and didn't continue. Chang Kun poured him another glass of water, which he picked up, took a sip, and sighed deeply.

"It's easy to shout slogans, but the citizens below will suffer greatly, not to mention the farmers. When the harvest season comes, people might starve to death..."

At this point, he suddenly realized he had said too much, and quickly waved his hand, lowering his voice even further: "This can't be said outside, you'll forget it once you hear it."

Chang Kun nodded but didn't reply.

Even his uncle, who was a minister, was worried about this, and he, as a nobody, was powerless to do anything about it.

Even knowing that the next two or three years would be the most difficult period, he couldn't say it, much less dare to.

Supernatural and superstitious beliefs were still the main targets of suppression at this time, and I didn't want to be dissected and studied.

Being able to help their own village is already considered doing their best.

But when you think of the shocking numbers that came with it, hundreds of thousands of starving people and millions of disaster victims, you realize that these were all living, breathing people!

Like my parents and younger sister in my past life, they are living, breathing people.

Chang Kun took a deep drag on his cigarette, thinking that any way he could save even one more person would be good.

Potatoes and sweet potatoes are the most productive crops in the space. They are also easy to store, so it's best to plant them in the space first, just in case.

He immediately set to work, using his mind to plant sweet potatoes and potatoes in the remaining space.

As for whether it will be useful or not, that's up to fate.

No matter how much we pity the disaster victims in our country, we must not let ourselves get caught up in their suffering.

Having thought things through, Chang Kun stopped worrying and got up to ask Cheng Min and Hongxia to help carry the dishes out.

We have many guests today, so we set up two tables in the courtyard: one for the elders and one for the younger generation.

The elders were served ginseng wine brewed by Chang Kun. The wine had turned amber and had a medicinal aroma when poured into the cup.

My uncle picked it up, smelled it, nodded, took a sip, and his brow relaxed.

Chang Dashan, Cheng Rongjiang, and Liu Meilin also raised their glasses, clinked them together, and each took a sip.

The younger generation's table was much livelier. Bottles of bright green soda that Liu Meifen had brought back from the supply and marketing cooperative were laid out on the table.

Xiuer and Zixia each held a bottle, waiting for Chang Kun to open them for them.

Cheng Xin sat at the table with the younger generation, and a bottle was placed in front of him.

He had never drunk soda before. He stared at the bright green bottle for a long time, then carefully opened it, took a sip, and his whole body shrank suddenly. His eyes widened and his mouth remained open for a long time.

Xiuer laughed so hard she slapped the table, "Brother Xin is choking! Brother Xin is choking!"

Cheng Xin's face turned bright red. He swallowed and took another sip. This time he was prepared and not as embarrassed, but the force of the drink still made his nose sting.

Xiao Qing demonstrated for him, tilting her head back and taking a big gulp without changing her expression.

When the egg yolk pastries were served, the little girls couldn't take their eyes off them.

The golden-brown flaky pastry, sprinkled with black sesame seeds, is round and puffy, emitting a sweet aroma.

Xiuer reached out to grab it, but Liu Meifen slapped her hand away: "Wait! The dishes haven't all been served yet!"

Xiuer withdrew her hand, her eyes still fixed on the plate. Zixia stared at it too, drool practically dripping from her mouth. Xiaoqing was slightly more reserved, but her gaze kept drifting in that direction.

The dishes were finally all served, and Liu Meifen said, "Let's eat."

Several little girls simultaneously reached for the plate of egg yolk pastries. Each grabbed one, held it in their hands, and nibbled on it little by little.

They didn't care that the pastry was scattered all over the table; they just kept eating it noisily, looking like a bunch of little pigs.

Xiuer took a bite, her eyes narrowing to slits, and mumbled, "Big brother, where did you buy this? It's so delicious!"

Zixia nodded along, her cheeks puffed out, her lips covered in crumbs of pastry, making it difficult for her to speak clearly.

The dishes on the table were almost untouched, as the girls were engrossed in their egg yolk pastries.

At the elders' table, the chopsticks never stopped moving.

When the Flying Dragon Soup was served, my uncle scooped up a spoonful, took a sip, his eyes lit up, and he nodded: "This soup is delicious, even better than what I had at banquets."

The yellow deer meat was stir-fried until tender, and the green mutton was stir-fried with scallions until fragrant; once you picked it up with your chopsticks, you couldn't put it down.

Uncle picked up a piece of venison, chewed it a couple of times, and gave Chang Dashan a thumbs up: "Xiao Kun's cooking is pretty good."

There was a moment of silence on the table when the ant eggs were served.

The elders looked at each other, but none of them picked up their chopsticks first.

Liu Meiling leaned closer to take a look, frowning, "What is this thing?"

Liu Meifen whispered from the side, "Xiao Kun said it's some kind of ant egg..."

The group of people looked at each other in bewilderment.

Ant eggs? Do ants have eggs, or do ants lay eggs?