The hunter's leisurely life begins with marrying a female educated youth.

“I see a piece of wasteland at the intersection of Chashan Road.”

Zhang Yun revealed the location of his homestead.

After all, having lived two lives, Zhang Yun knew that after the People's Commune was dissolved, Qushui Town would be established, and the town government would eventually be located in the tea plantation of Jiuwan Village.

That place will become the economic center of the entire town.

The tea plantation was flat. After the town government settled there, all the tea trees were cut down. Bulldozers and excavators leveled the hilltop in just one week, creating a huge flat area.

Later, the town government put the land up for tender and sold all the plots. The proceeds from the land sales were used to build the town government building, the main street in the town center, and the farmers' market.

The plot of land that Zhang Yun chose for his home was located next to the future market and also close to the main street.

This must be the perk of being reborn – taking advantage of the opportunity to secure the best piece of land.

Zhang Youwei breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing Zhang Yun's request.

I originally thought Zhang Yun would choose the Jiuwan Village residential area, but that would mean he would have to negotiate with other villagers and divide responsibilities, which would definitely cause some conflicts.

As for Chashan, it is currently just a wasteland. There is not a single resident in Jiuwan Brigade, so naturally there will be no disputes with others.

In 77, rural homesteads were still easy to obtain; it was basically a first-come, first-served system.

"The tea plantation is just a wasteland now, about two miles away from our Jiuwan Village residential area. Are you sure you want to move your family there?"

Although Zhang Youwei didn't know why Zhang Yun chose the tea plantation, he still wanted to offer a reminder.

“Captain, although the village’s residential area is convenient, there isn’t much open space. I don’t want to build a small house. Although the tea plantation is a bit remote, there’s plenty of open space there. I can build my house much bigger.”

Zhang Yun naturally wouldn't reveal the real reason, nor could he explain it; he could only offer a seemingly reasonable explanation.

Zhang Youwei nodded: "That's true... Alright, whenever you want to choose a plot of land, just call your uncle and me, and we'll mark out a piece of land together."

Zhang Yun belonged to the fifth production team, and naturally, he had to notify the production team leader when choosing a homestead.

Although Zhang Yun didn't want to pay attention to his uncle, the house building process was like this, so he had no choice but to go and ask him.

"Captain, there's no better time than today, let's do it this afternoon."

Zhang Yun laughed.

Although Zhang Yun could imagine that Zhang Boshu would be unwilling, with the brigade leader there to keep him in check, Zhang Boshu didn't dare to make things difficult for him.

dong dong dong...

The workday bell rang at that moment.

Zhang Yun left the brigade's courtyard and headed straight home.

Because he didn't report for duty this morning, Zhang Yun is not allowed to eat in the canteen today. If he insists on going to get porridge and vegetables, he will have two days' worth of work points deducted.

A few minutes later, Zhang Yun returned home.

On the octagonal table in the main hall, the bamboo cover was removed, revealing a plate of stir-fried rabbit with chili peppers, which must have been cooked by the mother, Chen Wan, that morning.

Then, Zhang Yun went to the kitchen, where there was also a pot of cooked rice.

In the 70s, when resources were scarce, rural people used a single pot for both cooking and stir-frying. Moreover, cooking rice in an iron pot would create a layer of crispy rice crust, which Zhang Yun found even more delicious than plain white rice—crispy and fragrant.

Zhang Yun scooped up a bowl of rice and was about to eat in the main room when a figure suddenly appeared at the door.

Aunt Wang Yuanhui stood at the door with a sly grin, not coming in, but with a mischievous smirk on her face.

It seems that Zhang Yun's threat to scare Wang Yuanhui with a kitchen knife last time has left her with psychological trauma, which is why she didn't go directly into Zhang Yun's house this time.

"Why are you laughing?"

When Zhang Yun saw Wang Yuanhui, he called out to her in an annoyed tone.

“Yun Yazi, didn’t your parents tell you? If you don’t hand over the 60 yuan living expenses for your grandparents, these three rooms of yours will belong to my family.”

It turned out that after Wang Yuanhui saw Zhang Yun return through the crack in her window, she couldn't hold back and immediately came over to mock him.

The main reason is that Zhang Yun has been too dazzling these past two days. Wang Yuanhui naturally wants to suppress Zhang Yun's momentum. Now that she finally has the guarantee as leverage, Wang Yuanhui will naturally take the opportunity to mock Zhang Yun.

"Your living expenses... are only 60 yuan, and you're already so smug?"

Zhang Yun, of course, knew about the 60 yuan living expenses. Seeing Wang Yuanhui's smug expression, he immediately retorted.

Zhang Yun currently has 219.5 yuan, so naturally he doesn't care about the 60 yuan.

"Hehe, it's only 60 yuan... Yun Yazi, you're really arrogant."

"Hmph, there's still a month left. If your family can't pay 60 yuan, you'd better leave here obediently and go to the mountains to build a thatched hut to live in."

"Of course, if you, Zhang Yun, are willing to apologize to my family in front of the whole village, I can grant you a month's grace period and let you stay for another month."

Wang Yuanhui laughed triumphantly, naturally convinced that Zhang Yun couldn't come up with the money.

Now, Wang Yuanhui wants to force Zhang Yun to go to the old camphor tree square and apologize to Zhang Boshu and Wang Yuanhui's family in front of the whole village, once again forcing Zhang Yun's arrogant head down.

"You really have a dream... This afternoon, you'll find out how ignorant you are that you actually wanted me to apologize to you."

Zhang Yun replied with a dismissive tone.

In the afternoon, Zhang Yun would take Zhang Boshu and Zhang Youwei to choose a plot of land for their house. At that time, Zhang Boshu would realize how powerful Zhang Yun was now, and he would tell Zhang Boshu and Wang Yuanhui that 60 yuan was nothing.

When Wang Yuanhui heard this, she was taken aback. She had indeed understood the meaning behind Zhang Yun's words, as if he really didn't care about the 60 yuan.

However, Wang Yuanhui soon burst into laughter again, convinced that Zhang Yun was too proud to admit his mistake.

"Zhang Yun, keep talking tough. If you can't come up with the money, see how we kick your whole family out."

Wang Yuanhui was still talking smugly.

At this moment, Zhang Yun could no longer stand this despicable woman. He suddenly reached into his robes, then pulled his hand out and slammed it hard on the octagonal table.

Just now, Zhang Yun concealed himself with his clothes and took out 60 yuan directly from the spiritual spring space. Two ten-yuan notes, eight steelworkers, that's exactly 60 yuan.

The front of the 10-yuan note features a picture of "people's representatives walking out of the Great Hall of the People," symbolizing great unity. At that time, people called the 10-yuan note "Great Unity."

The obverse of the 5-yuan note features a steelworker, while the reverse depicts a stone mine shaft and an open-pit coal mine, symbolizing industry.

"Look, isn't this 60 yuan!"

"Hmph, I just don't want to give it to you now. I'll wait until the last day of the guarantee before giving it to you."

Zhang Yun held the ten bills in his hand, waved them a few times, and said with a cold laugh.

Wang Yuanhui was stunned.

"You...how could you possibly have so much money!"

Wang Yuanhui's defenses were completely breached.

"Get lost, don't disturb my meal."

Zhang Yun immediately put the money away, coldly shouted something, and then began to eat.

Wang Yuanhui returned home in a daze. After a while, she grabbed her hair and scratched it, yelled a few times, and then lay down on the bed with a depressed look on her face. She stared blankly at the ceiling, painfully thinking about where Zhang Yun had gotten the 60 yuan.