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

Chang Kun looked down at the bottle in his hand, shook it gently, and the liquid swirled around in the bottle a few times, some of it clinging to the sides. It was obviously good stuff.

Foreign liquor was a rarity at that time; ordinary people had never even seen it, let alone drunk it.

Director Zhu must have gone to great lengths to get this bottle; he didn't want to drink it himself, so he gave it to him.

Chang Kun put the bottle in his pocket, thanked him, and said, "This wine is for my father to try."

No need to be so polite with Director Zhu, let's keep in touch often!

After leaving the restaurant, I pushed the empty cart home and then gathered the remaining prey from my storage space.

The sheep and wild donkey were missing only one hind leg, along with five or six wild rabbits and three or four pheasants, filling two burlap sacks to the brim.

He thought for a moment, then took out a few more pounds of potatoes and a bunch of dried mushrooms from his spatial storage. Pheasant stew with mushrooms and lamb stew with potatoes were essential side dishes.

The burlap sacks were tied to the back of the bicycle, one on the left and one on the right, making the handlebars feel wobbly. He straddled it and tried it out; it was alright, he could pedal.

When he arrived at the office, Zhang Qingfeng was chatting and laughing with Monkey and his friends.

Chang Kun pushed open the door and went in, carrying a burlap sack in each hand. He threw the sacks on the ground with a thud, and several people's eyes swept over him.

Untie the bag and take things out one by one.

Monkey King let out a "whoosh," came over, and reached out to touch it.

Xiao Lü jogged over, bent down, and rummaged through the sack to see what else was inside.

Chang Kun greeted them, "Just the two of you? Where are the others?"

"Master and Uncle Zeng went to the platform, and Xiao Yu hasn't returned from his train yet."

Wild donkeys, blue sheep, wild rabbits, pheasants, one by one, were laid out, piled high on the ground, like a small butcher shop.

Standing behind his desk, Zhang Qingfeng looked at the pile of meat on the floor, his expression shifting from surprise to heartache.

He shook his head, gave a wry smile, and reached up to touch the back of his head.

"Xiao Kun, what am I supposed to say to you?! I asked you to bring back some meat to satisfy everyone's cravings, and what did you do? You brought back so much!"

If it weren't for his father-in-law's financial support this time, he really wouldn't have been able to afford to entertain this guest, and now his wallet is suddenly empty.

Chang Kun laughed heartily: "Section Chief, you insisted on treating us, so don't blame me."

"Everyone at work will be thrilled to be able to eat this much meat, so don't worry about it..."

Monkey King clapped his hands and chimed in, "Since the section chief is treating, I need to skip two meals beforehand to make sure I have an empty stomach..."

Xiao Lü chimed in, "Right, right! Brother Monkey, your idea is the best! Let's do it this way!"

Zhang Qingfeng feigned anger: "If Chang Kun is hard to deal with, can't I at least deal with the two of you? You two aren't getting a break this month!"

Monkey King and Little Lü laughed, not taking it to heart at all.

"Section Chief, we should be secretly happy that we can eat meat now; it's all thanks to Chang Kun."

Zhang Qingfeng shook his head: "Fine, fine, so it wasn't you guys who paid! You bunch of kids, all you know how to do is eat!! Tomorrow at noon, in the cafeteria, you two can start starving today..."

Another burst of laughter filled the office.

After chatting and laughing for a while, Chang Kun said he had something to do and had to leave first.

As soon as he pushed open the door and stepped out, he heard Zhang Qingfeng's voice behind him.

"Xiao Kun, wait a minute."

Zhang Qingfeng walked to the door and closed it.

Seeing Zhang Qingfeng's hesitant expression, Chang Kun thought for a moment and then spoke up: "Section Chief, what's the matter? If you don't have the money on hand, just leave it for now, there's no rush."

Zhang Qingfeng waved his hand, somewhat amused and exasperated.

"Hey! Not this one!" He waved his hand again, took half a step forward, and lowered his voice.

"I'm asking you, did you arrange a fight?"

Chang Kun frowned slightly, glanced at Zhang Qingfeng, and asked with a hint of surprise, "Section Chief, how did you know?"

The words had barely left his mouth when he realized what he meant, "Was it Director Song who contacted you?"

Zhang Qingfeng nodded. "He called me and said that Chang Kun from our section had arranged a fight with his men, and asked me to help persuade him not to do anything like that."

"He told me that the kid's name is Yang Wei, and he's one of his men. He told me to advise you not to go."

Chang Kun sneered: "Me causing trouble? That kid's still not convinced! If we don't teach him a lesson, he'll start bullying the women again."

Zhang Qingfeng sighed: "That's their company's business, what's it to you?"

"Besides, there are so many uneven roads in the world, how could you possibly travel on them all?"

Chang Kun smiled, a hint of seriousness in his smile: "I saw it, so I wanted to do something about it."

"Besides, that girl is my cousin's childhood friend, and that Yang Wei even got into a fight with my cousin. I'm more than capable of meddling in these kinds of things!"

Zhang Qingfeng was momentarily speechless. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, and remained silent for a while before speaking again.

"I heard that Yang Wei knows a lot of thugs and hooligans. You'll get hurt again."

Chang Kun laughed heartily, his voice tinged with disdain: "We police officers, are we afraid of those petty thugs? Section Chief, you underestimate me too much."

"...Don't be careless. As the saying goes, even two fists can't beat four hands! If a group of them comes, how will you fight them all by yourself?"

"Section Chief, don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

Zhang Qingfeng let out a long sigh: "Is this fight unavoidable?"

"Unless that kid admits defeat, apologizes, and gives in."

Zhang Qingfeng had nothing to say, but he reached out and patted Chang Kun on the shoulder: "Bring your gun with you when you get back. It'll serve as a deterrent if things get out of hand."

Chang Kun was speechless. Police officers fighting with guns? What was Zhang Qingfeng thinking...?

If this gets out, the punishment will be lenient; they might even lose their uniforms.

He glanced at Zhang Qingfeng, swallowed the words he was about to say, and instead said, "Okay, Section Chief, don't worry. We're definitely not the kind of people who would suffer a loss."

Zhang Qingfeng stood at the door, watching Chang Kun's figure disappear at the end of the corridor.

Back in the office, after thinking it over and over, I still felt uneasy and needed to find someone to stop Chang Kun.

If something were to happen, he wouldn't be able to face his old comrade-in-arms, Fang Qingsheng.

He came to Hou Jun's office again: "Hou Jun, come here for a moment."

"Section Chief, what's up?"

Zhang Qingfeng lowered his voice: "You know where Chang Kun lives, right? Come on, go find his father and talk to him about something..."

After leaving his workplace, Chang Kun rode his bicycle out of the city.

He had something else on his mind, something far more important than the fight at Beihai Park.

The grains grown in the space were almost full, potatoes, sweet potatoes, wheat, and rice, piled up like a small mountain.

We need to find a place to hide this grain, and I'll tell my second aunt's husband the location later.

Let him worry about the rest.

He's a minister, tall, and positioned at the front, so even if something happens, he won't be affected.

There are large tracts of open land in the farmland outside the city, but that's collective land. You can't just dig a hole in the field to store grain. It's too conspicuous and simply won't work.

We turned the car around and headed into the mountains.