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

Chang Kun froze on the spot, his smile instantly solidifying into an extremely unnatural, dry laugh:

"Sister Hongxia, haha... The night view tonight, ah no, the sky is nice."

"Don't try that on me!" Hongxia gritted her teeth in anger, her eyebrows raised in anger.

"It's almost completely dark, and you're telling me the weather's nice? I think you're trying to eavesdrop, you've got some nerve!"

Before she finished speaking, she rolled up her sleeves, skillfully extended two fingers, and grabbed Chang Kun's ear.

Upon seeing this, Chang Kun was so frightened that he quickly hid inside the house.

All the daughters of the Liu family, from their mother Liu Meifen to their second aunt Liu Meiling, to their eldest sister Chang Mei, and now to Sister Hongxia, all know this move, "Nine Yin White Bone Claw".

The ear-pulling move was so smooth, precise, and ruthless that Chang Kun had often suffered losses from it.

"Oh dear, Auntie!" Chang Kun shouted for help as soon as he hid behind the door frame.

Hearing the noise at the door, Aunt Liu Meiling lifted the curtain and came out.

Seeing her eldest daughter, Hongxia, chasing Chang Kun all over the yard and pulling his ears, she glared at her and immediately stood up to protect her.

"Wang Hongxia, are you asking for a beating?! How dare you bully Xiao Kun? Just wait till I get my hands on you!"

Startled by her mother's scolding, Hongxia could only reluctantly withdraw her hand, pouting and muttering under her breath:

"I don't know if you're my biological mother or Chang Kun's biological mother, this is so unfair..."

Chang Kun, hiding behind the door, listened to Hongxia's humiliation and couldn't help but peek out halfway, raising his eyebrows triumphantly at Sister Hongxia.

In the Liu family, he was the only male heir in his generation. If his second aunt didn't spoil him, who would she spoil?

"Alright, alright, stop standing there at the door." Auntie glared at Hongxia with annoyance, but when she turned to look at Chang Kun, her eyes instantly curved into a smile.

"Xiao Kun, come in quickly. Haven't eaten yet? Perfect timing, your second aunt made a few dishes. Have a drink with your uncle."

"Heh, I'm quite lucky to have such a good meal." Chang Kun chuckled, and without any ceremony, strode into the house and called out, "Uncle."

My second aunt's husband was just about to pick up his chopsticks when he saw Chang Kun come in, and he couldn't stop smiling.

"Haha, Xiao Kun, you've come at the perfect time! I was getting bored drinking alone, come and try the forest frogs you brought, this female leopard is really delicious!"

Chang Kun pulled out a chair and sat down, his gaze sweeping across the table before he couldn't help but smile.

On the table was a plate of stir-fried frogs with soy sauce and a pot of steaming hot yellow wine.

My second aunt's husband has now given up tiger penis wine and switched to drinking this mild yellow wine.

Chang Kun chuckled inwardly. Indeed, his second aunt was newly pregnant and needed to rest and recuperate, so she shouldn't overexert herself.

My second aunt's husband no longer has to do that hard work, so his life is much easier and more comfortable now.

The two men clinked glasses and drank a couple of cups. After that, the second aunt's husband put down his wine cup, looked up at Chang Kun, and asked:

"Tell me, what brings you here today?"

Chang Kun didn't beat around the bush; he put down his chopsticks and, with a serious expression, went straight to the point:

"Uncle, in the past few days, the higher-ups have issued a strict order to search for 'vagrants' without letters of introduction in all the major train stations and streets of Beijing."

"To put it bluntly, we are focusing our efforts on repatriating all the refugees who fled from other places to their places of origin."

After listening, my second aunt's husband sighed deeply and nodded with a furrowed brow:

"I've heard about this too. Although it's not under my direct jurisdiction, the influx of so many outsiders into the capital is indeed a potential security risk. The higher-ups have no choice but to take a drastic measure."

Chang Kun frowned and couldn't help but ask:

"But Uncle, aren't those refugees who came in human beings too? Are we just going to watch them starve to death?"

My second aunt's husband lowered his head, his lips pressed tightly together, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

This matter is too complicated for him to handle. Even if he feels frustrated and resentful, he can only swallow his anger.

The atmosphere became somewhat heavy for a moment. The two picked up their wine cups and took a sip in silence.

Chang Kun put down his cup, changed the subject, and got to the main point:

"Uncle, that large batch of grain we acquired last time should have been distributed to the various provinces by now. Why are there still so many refugees flocking to the capital?"

My second aunt's husband frowned in deep thought, his fingers tapping unconsciously on the table. He shook his head.

"It shouldn't be like this. The grain was indeed delivered on time, and it was personally supervised and escorted by several of my trusted old subordinates. There should be no mistakes."

"Could it be..." Second Uncle paused halfway through his sentence.

"Could it be that the local people are embezzling the grain for themselves?" Chang Kun's gaze darkened as he directly followed up with the question.

"No, no!" Second Uncle shook his head vigorously, his tone firm.

"People are starving to death. How many people at the grassroots level have the guts to pull such a dirty trick at a time like this? Aren't they afraid of losing their heads?"

Chang Kun sneered, a hint of coldness in his eyes:

"Uncle, that's not necessarily true!"

"Throughout history, people have died for wealth, and birds have died for food. Even in normal times, people cannot survive without food, let alone now, in years of famine, when food is the true gold and silver that saves lives."

Normally, a pound of cornmeal can be exchanged for a few cents, but at this time of year, it might not even cost several dollars to buy a pound of flour.

The lowest-level farmers are willing to sell their houses and land deeds just to have enough to eat. What valuable items wouldn't they sell?

Those who hold grain in their hands can reap enormous benefits with just a little crooked thinking.

My second aunt's husband realized what was happening, his face turned ashen, and after a long silence, he suddenly slammed his hand on the table, making the wine cups on it shake.

"Investigate! I'll have someone investigate step by step starting tomorrow!"

He gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with rage.

We finally managed to get this batch of grain; it was a lifeline from God, meant to save a few people from starving to death. How could we let these parasites ruin it!

Seeing this, Liu Meiling, who had been standing by pouring tea and water, quickly stepped forward, gently patted her uncle's back, and said in a somewhat annoyed tone:

"Alright, alright, what's gotten into you? Don't you care about your health?"

"Come on, have some food with Xiao Kun, don't just stay angry."

Seeing this, Chang Kun quickly poured a cup of tea and handed it to him, gently advising:

"Uncle, you're right, this matter definitely needs to be investigated."

"But don't get too anxious or upset. It's not worth ruining your health. As long as the food is actually delivered to the affected areas, it will save some lives."

In my previous life, without this unexpected supply of food, the situation would have been more than ten times worse than it is now.

With this batch of grain as a safety net, even if some is cut off in the middle, the rest will be enough for the disaster victims to get through this winter.

At least, once these refugees are repatriated, so many people shouldn't starve to death.