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

The family was chatting when the gate opened and Grandpa Hong walked in with a smile.

"Uncle Hong, have you eaten? Come and sit down!" Liu Meifen quickly stood up to greet him as he entered.

Grandpa Hong's face crinkled with laughter.

"Haha, Baohua asked me to thank Chang Kun on her behalf. She's shy and embarrassed to come herself, so she insisted that I make the trip."

"Look at what you're saying, we're all family, no need to thank me." Liu Meifen was beaming with joy; it made her happier than if others thanked her son.

"You must thank me!" Grandpa Hong said, taking out a pair of densely stitched insoles from his pocket and handing them to Chang Kun.

"Here, Baohua stayed up all night these past two days to make this for you."

The two families were on good terms, so Chang Kun didn't stand on ceremony, took the bag, touched it, and praised it:

"These stitches are so fine; Baohua has such skillful hands."

Given Xiao Lü's dull and unresponsive nature, Bao Hua should thank himself.

She has difficulty walking now and thinks Xiao Lü is honest. She hopes that once her legs are healed, she won't look down on him for not knowing how to talk.

Grandpa Hong was in a great mood. After taking a sip of tea, he started talking non-stop:

"With Baohua's matter settled, a weight has finally been lifted from my heart. It feels as satisfying as defeating the Japanese devils!"

Chang Kun laughed: "Uncle Hong, can this be compared to fighting the Japanese devils?"

"Of course! I feel relieved that Baohua's matter has been settled. I'll feel relieved even if we fight the Japanese devils to the death!"

"However, thinking back to when we fought the Japanese devils, that was truly thrilling!"

Chang Kun then asked, "Oh? Grandpa, where were you fighting the Japanese back then?"

"It's on the railway line south of Beijing, in the Fengtai area!"

Grandpa Hong put down his teacup, and his eyes sharpened.

"Back then, the Japanese armored trains rumbled along the tracks every day, loaded with heavy machine guns, like iron turtles, pressing down on our troops so much that they couldn't even lift their heads."

"To cut off their supply lines, our Railway Guerrilla forces risked their lives."

"Once, on a dark and windy night, a dozen or so of us brothers crept to the edge of the railway tracks. The tracks were icy cold and covered in frost. We gritted our teeth and used crowbars to pry out the spikes one by one, eventually overturning the tracks."

Grandpa Hong took a deep breath, his voice trembling slightly:

"But just as we finished and were about to leave, a Japanese patrol suddenly crept up on us!"

"Old Zhao, who was leading the team, carried a bundle of explosives and charged towards the Japanese searchlights to cover our retreat."

"...Old Zhao, Old Zhao didn't even leave behind a complete corpse! In that battle, out of more than a dozen of us, only three survived and crawled out of the inferno..."

Everyone fell silent, and Chang Kun clenched his fists tightly.

Back then, too many soldiers sacrificed their lives. Among those who survived, there were far too many with missing limbs like Grandpa Hong.

I gave them some wild boars a few days ago, and they were very grateful. Thinking about it now, I feel a little ashamed.

Xiuer, who was lying next to him, was listening intently. Suddenly, she tilted her little head up and asked innocently:

"Grandpa Hong, what are those Japanese devils doing with the train? Are they transporting delicious food?"

Grandpa Hong was amused and patted Xiu'er's head:

"Transporting delicious food? Silly girl, that's transporting grain, ammunition, medicine, quilts, everything! From one big warehouse to another place."

Xiuer blinked and asked, "A big warehouse? Is it full of big white steamed buns?"

Grandpa Hong sighed, his eyes filled with resentment:

"Where are these big white steamed buns? They're all things looted and robbed from us ordinary people!"

A large warehouse?

Chang Kun suddenly had an idea: could he find an old railway warehouse to store the grain in his spatial storage?

Thinking of this, he quickly stepped forward: "Uncle Hong, you just mentioned... a large warehouse? Where is that warehouse located?"

Seeing the gleam in Chang Kun's eyes, Grandpa Hong couldn't help but laugh out loud:

"Silly boy, more than ten years have passed, those warehouses are long gone! What's wrong, why are you asking about this? You want to go find the warehouses?"

"Huh?" Chang Kun's excitement froze instantly, replaced by disappointment. "All gone? Were they all blown up?"

"It wasn't destroyed by bombing, most of it was burned down." Grandpa Hong waved his hand, his tone filled with regret.

"Even if there are still one or two shells left, they're useless. Everything inside has been taken away long ago; not even a nail was left."

Upon hearing this, Chang Kun quickly perked up and asked, "Then... is there anything left?"

Grandpa Hong frowned, thought carefully for a moment, and then shook his head: "There might be, but I can't say for sure. Xiao Kun, what do you need this for?"

Chang Kun's eyes darted around, and he vaguely offered an excuse:

"Well... the company said they caught a group of thieves last time, but they couldn't find their hideout in many places. I was wondering if they might be hiding in one of these abandoned warehouses?"

Grandpa Hong nodded thoughtfully, "What you said actually makes some sense."

"Okay, here's what I'll do. I'll draw you a map and show you the locations of all the Japanese warehouses that I remember. As for the ones I don't remember, well, there's nothing I can do about that."

Chang Kun was secretly overjoyed. It's true what they say, having an elder in the family is like having a treasure!

He quickly gave a thumbs-up and praised, "Uncle Hong, your memory is really good!"

Grandpa Hong shook his head, let out a long sigh, and his eyes dimmed.

"Sigh!!...How could I forget! How many comrades sacrificed their lives to blow up these warehouses back then? They all gave their lives for them..."

Seeing this, Xiu'er quickly and considerately brought over paper and pen.

The whole family watched intently as Grandpa Hong drew the blueprints stroke by stroke.

I must say, Grandpa Hong's drawing is really quite impressive. He clearly marks the direction of the mountains, the direction of the railway, and the location of the warehouses.

"I can only draw a rough sketch. You should search in this direction. If you can't find it, it must have been burned down."

Grandpa Hong put down his pen, paused, and then spoke.

"How about I take you to look for them tomorrow? I still remember some of these places."

Upon hearing this, Chang Kun quickly shook his head and refused: "Uncle Hong, that won't do, let's forget it."

He knew in his heart that so many comrades had sacrificed their lives in these places back then. If Grandpa Hong were to personally visit these places, he would be overwhelmed with grief and it would be terrible!

Grandpa Hong stood up, waved his hand, and said in an unquestionable tone:

"It's settled then! I'll go look for it for you tomorrow. If we find it, wouldn't it be better to take down those thieves sooner?"

Seeing Grandpa Hong's resolute attitude, Chang Kun thought for a moment and had no choice but to nod in agreement:

"Well... okay then, let's go for a bike ride and look for it tomorrow."

He knew in his heart that he might not be able to find it if he went to look for it himself.

After all, many places have been completely changed since that war.