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

Chang Kun listened with amusement, never expecting Zhang Qingfeng to have such a past.

"Uncle Zeng, how do you know so much?"

"Hey! Never mind that..."

"Later, Sima Bin was arrested, and his father-in-law went to inquire. When he found out, wow—there really was someone pulling strings behind the scenes. His son-in-law was ousted by a scheme."

"How could this work? His father-in-law went directly to the old man who helped Ma Bin take office. The two retired ministers, both over seventy years old and with white hair, started fighting as soon as they met, and a full-blown brawl broke out on the spot."

As Old Zeng finished speaking, he gestured with both hands and clicked his tongue.

"Don't let his age fool you, he's over seventy. When he gets into a fight, he's just as fierce as he was when he fought the Japanese. One grabs his collar, the other pulls his arm, and they fight from the office to the hallway, from the hallway to the stairwell. No one can stop them..."

Lei Guohong's eyebrows danced with excitement, his mouth almost reaching his ears, and he couldn't help but laugh out loud as he pictured two white-haired old men wrestling together.

Old Zeng laughed too, then put the cigarette back in his mouth and mumbled, "So, the reason Section Chief Zhang was able to come back wasn't just because Sima Bin fell; his father-in-law probably also played a part."

People came and went on the platform. Chang Kun leaned against a pillar and chatted with Lao Zeng and Lei Guohong for a few minutes. The anger in his heart slowly dissipated.

Those waiting at the station held up signs and stood on tiptoe to look around; those reunited hugged and patted each other on the shoulder; those parting held hands tightly through the car window, unwilling to let go; and those embarking on long journeys carried large and small bags and walked inside without looking back.

The myriad aspects of life, the joys and sorrows, unfold every day on this platform.

The Meng family case was shrouded in gloom, suffocating everyone, yet on the platform, there were still reunion embraces and the anticipation of returning home; life had to go on.

It was almost time to get off work, and Chang Kun rode his bicycle home.

As soon as he turned into the alley, he heard his mother calling him from the entrance of the supply and marketing cooperative.

"Xiao Kun! Xiao Kun, come here!"

Chang Kun propped up the car and went inside.

Director Song stood up from behind the counter and came out to greet him with a smile.

"Xiao Kun's here? Come on in, have a seat in the office."

Chang Kun smiled and replied, "Director Song, is there something you need?"

"Nothing much, just wanted to see you after so long, wondering how busy you've been." Director Song rubbed his hands together, offered him a cigarette, and asked, "How's work going? Is everything alright at home?"

Chang Kun agreed to everything. He knew in his heart that Director Song had definitely not just wanted to chat, but since the other party didn't bring up the important matter, he didn't press him.

After exchanging a few casual words, Director Song changed the subject.

"Little Kun, I have something to ask you—have you gone hunting lately?"

Chang Kun glanced at him. "What's wrong, Director Song? You want to eat wild game?"

"No, no, I don't have that kind of luck." Director Song waved his hand and smiled. "It's just that the higher-ups have set a quota for our supply and marketing cooperative. We have to get some meat every month."

"As you know, the supply situation is getting tighter and tighter. As the director, there's nothing I can do; we simply can't raise any more."

Chang Kun didn't respond, waiting for him to continue.

Director Song leaned forward and said, "Xiao Kun, I know your hunting skills. If it's convenient for you, could you prioritize giving the wild game you hunt to our supply and marketing cooperative? We don't need much, just a little bit every month or two, so I can explain it to my superiors."

Chang Kun glanced at Liu Meifen, who was wiping the table behind the counter.

Liu Meifen kept wiping the rag in her hand, her ears perked up, and a slight smile on her lips.

My mother works at this supply and marketing cooperative. Director Song has always taken good care of her. She has never had to do any heavy work, and he never makes it difficult for her to ask for leave.

These days, being able to work at a supply and marketing cooperative is something to be envied, and having a good leader is even more of a blessing.

Since they've asked, I have to help.

"Okay." Chang Kun nodded. "Don't worry, Director Song. I'll take some time to go to the mountains and if I catch anything, I'll send it to the supply and marketing cooperative."

Director Song thanked him repeatedly, his smile widening and his eyes narrowing into slits: "Oh, Xiao Kun, thank you so much. No rush, no rush, you can go whenever you're free, don't let it interfere with important business."

"It's okay, I'll just go for a walk after work."

"That's great, that's great." Director Song rubbed his hands together and added, "Don't worry, you won't be shortchanged on the price. It will be the same price as the supply and marketing cooperative's purchase price."

Chang Kun waved his hand, "Director Song, we don't need to be so polite."

Director Song said a few more polite words, such as "Don't worry about your mother being here with us" and "You go about your business and don't worry about her."

Chang Kun responded twice and turned to walk out.

There's not much meat left in the space, so I'll go up the mountain another day, hunt a wild boar and get a few blue sheep. That should be enough for the supply and marketing cooperative for a while.

He had just pushed his bicycle and hadn't even gotten on it when he saw a person standing in front of the state-run restaurant across the street, waving at him.

It was Director Zhu, holding a bowl in his hand, his belly slightly protruding, standing on the steps with a smile.

Chang Kun understood.

Each unit has set targets. Director Song had barely finished speaking when Director Zhu was already waiting, probably for the same reason.

"Xiao Kun, come here, don't rush off."

Director Zhu came down the steps and shoved the bowl into Chang Kun's hands. It was a bowl of fried peanuts, golden brown, sprinkled with salt, and still steaming. You could smell the aroma even through the bowl.

"Take it back, we'll add it to our dishes tonight."

Chang Kun laughed and, without beating around the bush, asked directly, "Director Zhu, you also want some meat, right?"

Director Zhu was taken aback by his question, then burst into laughter.

"That's for sure! Now every unit has quotas, and not only can our restaurant not get meat from them, we have to hand it over to them. What kind of situation is this?!"

"The restaurant owner has no meat to sell, yet they still want to take meat out of the store. Where can I complain to them?"

He spread his hands, his expression a mix of grievance and amusement.

Seeing Director Zhu's miserable look, Chang Kun couldn't help but chuckle. "Alright, Director Zhu, when you catch some prey, the restaurant won't be shortchanged."

Director Zhu's eyes lit up, and he reached out and patted Chang Kun hard on the shoulder.

"I knew you were a good friend, Xiao Kun. You meant the same thing when you came out of Lao Song's place, right?"

Chang Kun nodded and didn't hide it from him, "My mother works at the supply and marketing cooperative, and my aunt works here with you. You two take good care of them, so I can't let them down."

Director Zhu nodded repeatedly, saying that made sense, and patted Chang Kun on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, would I mistreat your aunt at the restaurant?"

As the bicycle turned into the alley, just as it reached the courtyard gate, it saw its brother-in-law, Yang Lijun, standing beside the gate, holding something in his hand and waving at it from afar.

"Little Kun, come quick, come quick, I've got something good to show you!"

Chang Kun muttered to himself, "Why did all these people come together today?"

After Director Song finished speaking about Director Zhu, and then after Director Zhu finished speaking about his brother-in-law, they were waiting at the door, as if they had arranged it beforehand…