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

Hearing the sound from afar, Qin Baowei stopped and turned around, looking puzzled.

Chang Dashan handed the cart to Zhang Quhun for support, walked a few steps to catch up, and said after catching his breath, "Weibao, I suddenly remembered something that might be of help to your village."

Qin Baowei's eyes lit up, and he quickly leaned closer: "Dashan, tell us quickly!"

Chang Dashan wiped the sweat from his face and said slowly, "My brother-in-law, Liu Meilin, works at the grain station. Your village is short of corn seeds. Let him pull some strings; maybe he can find a way."

Qin Baowei was taken aback, then frowned: "The grain station? That place is supplied according to plan; they can just give us credit like that?"

Chang Dashan waved his hand: "Let me finish. You are a village collective, not individuals asking for it. The collective can go to the grain station to get some grain seeds on credit and find a way. It should be possible. This kind of thing is difficult in some ways and easy in others. The key is whether you find the right person."

As Qin Baowei listened, his eyes brightened, and most of the worry on his face vanished. He slapped his thigh and exclaimed, "Hey! Dashan, you're right! How could I not have thought of that!"

He excitedly spun around twice, muttering, "Collective grain seed sales, collective grain seed sales... Yes, this is a serious production matter, not for personal gain. The grain station shouldn't be so restrictive!"

Seeing how happy he was, Chang Dashan smiled too, feeling quite pleased with himself.

This was all thanks to dinner and drinks last night.

The family sat around the dinner table, chatting about all sorts of things. Liu Meilin talked about the intricacies of the grain station, and Chang Dashan casually mentioned the theft of grain seeds from Qinjiacun.

I didn't take it to heart at the time; it was just casual conversation at the dinner table.

I never expected to pass by Qin Family Village today and see Qin Baowei looking so worried. It immediately struck a chord with me.

Qin Baowei grabbed Chang Dashan's hand and shook it vigorously: "Dashan, you've saved our whole village! I'll go find Comrade Liu Meilin tomorrow, treat him to a feast, give him gifts, anything to get some seeds on credit!"

Chang Dashan's arm ached from being shaken, but he laughed and pulled his hand back: "Alright, alright, go find him, just mention me. Merlin is a good kid, he'll definitely help if he can."

Qin Baowei nodded repeatedly, his face crinkling into a wide smile. He looked at the sacks on the cart, then at Chang Dashan, and remarked, "Dashan, your Chang family is full of capable people. Chang Kun is talented, and you, as his father, are no slouch either."

Chang Dashan chuckled and waved his hand, "Stop praising me, stop praising me, or I'll get cocky. You go ahead and get busy, I have to rush back to the village."

He felt quite pleased to be able to show off in front of acquaintances.

Qin Baowei responded and turned to walk into the village. His steps were much lighter than before, and after a few steps, he turned back and waved to Chang Dashan.

Back at the cart, Zhang Quhun was holding the handlebars and waiting. When he saw him return, he grinned and said, "Uncle, you're really something. You've done Qin Family Village a huge favor this time."

Chang Dashan pulled up the cart, his chin slightly raised, unable to suppress the corners of his mouth: "Of course, your uncle here, aside from anything else, will definitely help if I can, and besides, we're all from the same village."

Zhang Quhun pushed the cart from behind, chuckling to himself.

The two pushed the cart into the village and went to Liu Tiezhu's house first.

The gate was open, and the courtyard was quiet. Liu Tiezhu's wife was squatting in the corner sorting through a pile of dried wild vegetables. When she saw the two of them come in, she quickly stood up and greeted them.

"Where's Tiezhu?" Chang Dashan asked.

"He took Chu Qiang and a few others to build a well platform at the foot of the mountain early this morning," Liu Tiezhu's wife said, pointing towards the direction outside the village. "They said they've found water over there and need to build it up quickly to prevent people from falling in. Do you need to see him about something?"

Chang Dashan patted the sacks on the cart: "Bring some grain back and share it with the villagers."

Liu Tiezhu's wife glanced at the ten sacks of grain, stared blankly for a long while, and finally managed to stammer, "Brother Dashan, where...where did all this grain come from? It must weigh several hundred pounds!"

As she spoke, she secretly swallowed.

Chang Dashan waved his hand: "This is for the village. I'd better go find Tiezhu."

He pulled the cart towards the foot of the mountain again. After leaving the village, the dirt road became narrower and narrower. He hadn't gone far when he met a man with a hunched back, wearing a black cotton-padded jacket with patches upon patches. It was Zhang Quhun's father, Zhang Pianxin.

Zhang Pianxin immediately spotted the sacks on the cart, his eyes widening instantly.

He strode over, circled the cart, patted the sack, squeezed it, and his expression changed from surprise to greed.

"Oh my! Dashan, how much grain did you get?" Zhang Pianxin's voice changed, and his eyes seemed to want to pop into the sack.

Chang Dashan replied casually, "These are for the villagers."

Zhang Pianxin rubbed his hands together and glanced at Zhang Quhun, who was helping to pull the cart: "That's great, that's great... Uncle Dashan, look, my Quhun is also helping you with all the work. Could you give my family ten or eight jin of grain first? We're almost starving."

Zhang Quhun, who was listening nearby, immediately turned pale.

He gritted his teeth and said in a muffled voice, "Dad, this grain was brought by Brother Kun to help the whole village in an emergency. It has nothing to do with our family. Don't embarrass yourself here."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Pianxin's smile vanished instantly, and he glared at Zhang Quhun: "What did you say? You helped push the cart, and I can't even take ten or eight pounds as payment? You kid, you're siding with outsiders!"

"Father, this isn't about wages." Zhang Quhun suppressed his anger.

"The grain belongs to Brother Kun. He brought it back to distribute to the villagers, not for us to carry ourselves. If you want grain, you'll naturally get your share when Uncle Tiezhu distributes it."

Zhang Pianxin snorted, stood by the roadside with his arms crossed, his face ashen.

He was furious. His son had helped him for half a day, but he hadn't even gotten a bite of the food. What kind of logic was that?

In his eyes, not gaining an advantage is a loss.

Zhang Quhun didn't want to say anything more to his father.

He knows his father all too well. It's always the same: he'll flock to him when there's something to gain, and stay far away when there isn't. He feels like he's suffered a huge loss if he doesn't get any advantage.

No wonder Xiaocui looks down on her own family. With this kind of behavior, what girl would want to marry into the family?

Fortunately, Brother Kun had saved my father and eldest brother's lives earlier, otherwise my father would probably still be pestering me to get some grain back.

Thinking of this, he remembered Xiao Cui again.

Fortunately, Xiao Cui had a solution, otherwise the marriage might have really fallen through.

I wonder if Liu Meifen will go to Xiao Cui's house again today to help with matchmaking. I hope this time it will have a good result.

Chang Dashan watched the father and son from the side, sighed, and pulled the cart to continue walking forward.

It's true that the same water can nurture a hundred different kinds of people.

Zhang Quhun followed behind with his head down, remaining silent.

Watching the cart drive further and further away, Zhang Pianxin stood by the roadside, stomped his foot hard, muttered a few words, and turned to leave.