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

Chang Kun chuckled, not in a hurry to answer, but reached out and groped in the darkness to grasp Cheng Min's hand.

Cheng Min struggled for a moment, but couldn't break free, so she stopped.

Holding her hand in his palm, Chang Kun slowly drew circles on the back of her hand with his thumb. The corners of his mouth curved up, and his voice was low and tinged with laughter.

"What nonsense are you thinking? I was looking at Sister Hongxia."

Cheng Min didn't believe him, snorted, and turned her head to look at him.

"Look at Sister Hongxia? What's so interesting about Sister Hongxia?!"

Chang Kun chuckled again at her question, squeezed her hand, and lowered his voice.

"I was watching Sister Hongxia and Wenwen... didn't you think there was something off about them?"

Cheng Min paused for a moment, then turned over to face Chang Kun and blinked.

"Something's not right? What's wrong?"

Chang Kun did not answer. He was just guessing about Sister Hongxia's situation, based on his extensive knowledge from the internet in his previous life, as well as his observations of the details at the dinner table.

Hongxia's gaze at Wenwen, her tone of voice, the naturalness of holding hands, and that sense of entitlement that "if I don't care, who will?"

In later generations, he could be fairly certain of these things, but in this day and age, how could a normal person think in that direction?

No one would believe it if I said it, and even if they did, they wouldn't dare admit it, because admitting it would ruin someone's reputation.

Hongxia and Wenwen are both unmarried. If this gets out, their lives will be ruined.

Chang Kun swallowed his words and instead said, "It's nothing, I was just guessing..."

I don't know if Sister Hongxia will listen to my advice. If I try to persuade her, I'll probably get a severe scolding.

After all, it's easy for a sapling to bend, but it's incredibly difficult to straighten it back up...

Cheng Min stared at him for a few seconds, then nodded slightly. She trusted her man; what had just happened was just casual flirting between the young couple.

Zhang Qingfeng gave him a day off to go hunting, and Chang Kun slept in until late morning, a rare occurrence.

The light filtering through the curtains was blindingly bright, making it hard to open his eyes. He turned over, draped his arm over his side, and Cheng Min got up.

I lay there in a daze for a while, stretched, and my joints cracked a few times before I slowly sat up.

The courtyard was quiet. Cheng Min had taken the girls to school, Liu Meifen had gone to the supply and marketing cooperative, and Xiu'er had run off somewhere.

Even the donkeys were lying quietly in their pen, squinting in the sun.

Standing in the courtyard, I thought for a moment. There was nothing urgent today, so I decided to deliver the meat to Director Song and Director Zhu.

The supply and marketing cooperative and the restaurant are both waiting for the meat to be delivered, and the wild boars we hunted on the mountain yesterday will come in handy.

My family doesn't like wild boar meat; they find it too coarse and has a fishy smell. It's better to sell it to my workplace.

These days, as long as it's meat, who dares to be picky about pork or mutton? Having anything to eat is good enough!

I pulled out two wild boars from the space. They were both hunted yesterday, each weighing about 200 pounds. They had glossy coats and were plump and strong.

They found a cart, loaded the wild boar onto it, covered it with an old burlap sack, and pushed it out of the alley.

There weren't many people at the entrance of the supply and marketing cooperative. Director Song was chatting idly at the counter when he saw Chang Kun pushing a cart, and his eyes lit up immediately.

He jogged out of the supply and marketing cooperative, circled the cart, reached out and lifted the burlap sack to take a look, and a smile bloomed on his face like a chrysanthemum.

"Good, good, good! Little Kun, you're really something!!"

They helped push the wild boar to the backyard, and then called over Da Yao and Xiao Liu to help unload and weigh it.

Da Yao clicked his tongue in amazement. The director had been irritable just two days ago, trying to figure out where to find meat to report to his superiors. But after talking to Chang Kun, a whole wild boar was delivered the next day.

I still remember the first time Chang Kun came to the supply and marketing cooperative to sell wild boar. I thought he was someone special, and I was right.

After counting the money and tickets, Director Song seemed to suddenly remember something. He turned around, walked behind the counter, squatted down, and rummaged through the bottom of the counter to find a box wrapped in newspaper.

Unfolding the newspaper revealed a metal box with a colorful exterior and a bunch of foreign words printed on it, all of which Chang Kun didn't recognize, but he did recognize the patterns.

A golden beach, rows of lounge chairs, and several men and women in swimsuits, holding cups and laughing like toothless children.

Director Song handed over the metal box, his face showing a mixture of pride and mystery.

"This great stuff just arrived yesterday, it's from abroad, what's it called... coffee. Take it back and try it, as a thank you for saving me from this emergency."

Chang Kun paused for a moment, then took the iron box and examined it from all angles. The box was heavy, and he shook it, making a rustling sound.

I've never had coffee in my life, not because I can't afford it, but because I've never had the chance.

These days, coffee is a rare commodity. Ordinary people have never even heard of it, let alone drunk it.

It must have taken Director Song a lot of effort to get his hands on this box.

Chang Kun didn't stand on ceremony. He put the iron box in his pocket, thanked him, and pushed the cart out of the supply and marketing cooperative.

He had just stepped out of the supply and marketing cooperative and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath when he heard someone calling out to him from across the street.

"Little Kun—Little Kun—"

He looked up and saw Director Zhu standing at the entrance of the state-run restaurant, waving at him with a smile on his face.

Chang Kun pushed his cart across the road and walked to the restaurant entrance.

Director Zhu's gaze had already drifted to the cart: "Xiao Kun, what are you doing here?"

Chang Kun knew perfectly well that Director Zhu had seen him deliver wild boars to the supply and marketing cooperative but was too embarrassed to ask for them directly, fearing it would seem too snobbish.

He was afraid that if he didn't mention it, the wild boar would end up in someone else's mouth, putting him in a difficult position. So he could only stand at the door and wait, subtly hinting at his own involvement.

He didn't beat around the bush: "Director Zhu, don't worry. There's another pig; I'll bring it to you later."

Director Zhu grinned and laughed, "Good, good, Xiao Kun, you're really capable."

After a pause, she added, "No rush, no rush. You can deliver it whenever you're free. There's no hurry."

Back home, he reloaded the wild boar, pushed the cart into the backyard of the state-run restaurant, where Director Zhu was already waiting.

The cart came to a stop, the burlap sack was lifted, and the wild boar was still in the same position it had been in when it was first put in the space, its four legs curled up, weighing about two hundred pounds, real meat.

After circling the cart twice, patting the pig's back and squeezing its leg, Director Zhu's expression changed from anticipation to satisfaction.

After the two finished calculating the money, Chang Kun thought that was the end of it and turned to leave.

Director Zhu grabbed his sleeve, as if afraid he would run away, with a mysterious smile on his face.

She pulled him into the office and turned to get something from the cabinet.

It's a bottle of wine, a glass bottle, transparent and clear, so you can see the wine inside, which gleams softly in the light.

There was a label in a foreign language on the bottle, with crooked letters that clearly indicated it was a foreign liquor.

Director Zhu shoved the bottle into Chang Kun's hand and said in a low voice, "It's imported liquor, a friend brought it back from abroad. This is the only bottle. Take it back and try it; it's a small token of my appreciation."

Chang Kun smiled and said, "Vodka, this is such a rare treat!"