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

Cheng Min rode her bicycle to take her younger brother home. Cheng Xin sat behind her, holding the seat with one hand and a sack in the other, still savoring the warmth he had just felt.

I felt different than usual; my hands and feet felt lighter, and even sitting on the bicycle felt more stable than usual.

I can't quite put my finger on what's changed, but I just feel completely comfortable.

Cheng Min pedaled her bike and glanced back at him: "What are you thinking about? You haven't said anything for so long."

"I wasn't thinking about anything." Cheng Xin grinned. "Sis, brother-in-law is such a good person."

Cheng Min raised the corners of her mouth, but didn't reply. She felt a little smug. The man she had chosen must be good. She pedaled her bicycle even more lightly.

In the courtyard, several little girls were yawning repeatedly, exhausted from playing all day.

Xiuer lay on the stone table, her eyelids drooping, still clutching the last popcorn in her hand. She put it in her mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and then closed her eyes, her little head slowly drooping down.

Xiaoqing was also very sleepy. She rubbed her eyes and walked into the house. After taking a couple of steps, she turned back and called to Xiaomu and Xiaoshui, "Let's go to sleep."

Xiao Mu and Xiao Shui followed behind, their steps dragging. The three of them staggered into the house and climbed onto the bed without even taking off their shoes.

Xiaoqing fell asleep as soon as she lay down. Xiaomu turned over, hugging her pillow, mumbled something, and then fell silent.

Xiao Shui was the most honest. She pulled the blanket up and wrapped herself up like a silkworm cocoon, with only a few strands of hair showing.

When Chang Kun carried Xiu'er into the house, she was already fast asleep like a little pig, her face flushed and a little drool hanging from the corner of her mouth.

Chang Kun stood by the bed, glanced at the young girls, smiled gently, slowly withdrew, and closed the door behind him.

The courtyard quieted down, with autumn insects chirping softly at the base of the wall.

He sat down at the stone table, lit a cigarette, and pondered that there was still half a pill left in the Renqiangdan pill, and he needed to find an opportunity to get his mother-in-law, Sun Xiulan, to take it.

This stuff is good for your health. My mother-in-law has been living in the rural area of ​​Guangzhou for years, and her health has deteriorated a lot. Eating this will help her recover.

Just as she was pondering this, the courtyard gate was pushed open, and Liu Meifen walked in.

"Mom, why are you only just getting back?" Chang Kun stubbed out his cigarette and stood up.

"I talked to Aunt Wang for a while at the alley entrance." Liu Meifen glanced at her son. "Did you go and talk to Qu Hun?"

Chang Kun paused for a moment, then coughed lightly: "I took those little girls out to play all day today, and just got back. I haven't had a chance to go yet."

Liu Meifen frowned: "Didn't we agree that you would talk to him today? Qu Hun is waiting for news, and you, instead, took the girls out to play all day and forgot about the important matter?"

"Tomorrow, I'll definitely go talk to them tomorrow," Chang Kun quickly replied. "One more night won't make a difference."

Liu Meifen glared at him: "Fine, let Qu Hun worry for another night. Who told him to take such a huge advantage of Xiao Cui!"

Chang Kun chuckled twice but didn't reply.

Qu Hun has never tasted meat before; I wonder how much Xiao Cui's family must have scolded him.

Liu Meifen sat down and started talking about Xiao Cui's family again, mentioning the dowry conditions. After calculating, she felt that it was not a small amount for Zhang Quhun.

Chang Kun was also thinking to himself how to help his brother get through this difficult time.

As dusk settled, Chang Dashan returned, pushing his cart.

The cart was empty except for a few ropes tied to the handlebars. He leaned the cart against the wall, dusted himself off, and went into the yard.

Liu Meifen was sitting at the stone table shelling peanuts when she saw the old man return. She looked up at the sky and said, "Why are you so late? It's almost dark."

Chang Dashan sat down at the stone table, picked up the teacup on the table, took a big gulp, wiped his mouth, and said, "Something came up in the village, so I was delayed."

Liu Meifen glanced at him sideways: "What could possibly take up half a day?"

Chang Dashan glanced at his son, and Chang Kun shook his head slightly, already understanding the situation.

It's best not to tell Liu Meifen about transporting the grain back to the village. Women are petty; if they find out, they'll just start nagging and worrying about the lost grain.

"A well has been dug in the village," Chang Dashan said slowly, taking another sip of water.

"At the foot of the mountain, they dug out water, and there were fish in it, big black fish, each weighing two or three pounds... Tiezhu led people to build a well platform, and insisted on dragging me to see it."

Liu Meifen was skeptical: "Dig a well? The village doesn't lack water, why would we need to dig a well?"

"Why do you care? As long as there's water and fish, that's enough." Chang Dashan waved his hand. "You know Tiezhu's temper. He wouldn't let me leave and insisted I stay for dinner in the village. And those old brothers, I haven't seen them in a long time, kept urging me to drink, I couldn't leave."

"What did you eat?"

Chang Dashan clicked his tongue: "These blackfish were just pulled from the well, boiled in plain water, without even any oil, just a little salt. They were incredibly fishy..."

In the past, no matter how fishy or unpalatable the food was, he could eat it with relish as long as it was meat.

But lately, my son keeps bringing home meat, including sheep, deer, roe deer, and grouse, which has spoiled his palate.

I just can't stomach that boiled fish anymore.

He frowned, as if recalling the fishy smell again, and shook his head.

"But the villagers were overjoyed! They hadn't seen any meat for more than half a year. They thought fish soup, let alone boiled fish, was delicious! When Tiezhu's wife brought the fish out, several people were practically drooling."

As Liu Meifen listened, she slowed down her peanut-peeling movements and remained silent.

"Tiezhu gave up the last bit of sweet potato liquor he had hidden away." Chang Dashan sighed. "He had kept that liquor for years, reluctant to drink it, but he poured it all out today."

He glanced at his son, a hint of relief in his eyes, but didn't mention the food. He simply said, "The villagers are truly happy today. With that well and those fish, at least no one will starve to death this winter."

These words were spoken lightly, but they carried a heavy weight in one's ears.

Liu Meifen knew nothing about the grain; she only thought that the well and the fish had made the villagers happy, so she nodded and said, "That's good; as long as we have something to eat, that's fine."

Chang Dashan didn't say anything more, leaned back in his chair, and let out a long sigh.

Today in the village, watching Liu Tiezhu distribute the grain bag by bag, and seeing the old and young people holding the grain with tears in their eyes, he felt both sad and warm inside.

Chang Kun may not say it, but he's a really good man. Having a son like him is a blessing.

As they were talking, the courtyard gate was pushed open, and Liu Meilin, the younger brother, walked in.

"Brother-in-law, you've really put me in a terrible situation!"

Liu Meilin started shouting as soon as she entered the door, but she had a smile on her face, making it impossible to tell whether she was truly suffering or just pretending.

Chang Dashan stood up: "What's wrong? Who upset you?"

Liu Meifen looked over curiously and asked, "Meilin, what did your brother-in-law do to harm you?"