Reborn in 1965, I can obtain resources just by sweeping the floor.

Yang Erlin scratched his head sheepishly, raised his whip and lashed it into the air. The old ox swayed and staggered out of the commune gate.

Just as Yang Erlin said, Kaoshantun is indeed very far from Qinghe Township, more than 30 li away, making it the most remote village in Qinghe Township.

At first, the two girls were very curious, looking around curiously, but in the end they lost interest and ended up chatting idly with Yang Erlin while Su Chen sat in the back.

The journey was long, and with a lot of snow on the road, the oxcart moved very slowly. It was after dark that the group finally returned to the village.

After bringing the three of them to the educated youth settlement, Yang Dazhuang realized he had forgotten something. The settlement was built a few years ago and already housed about ten people. There were originally two spare rooms, but one of them collapsed due to the recent heavy snow. Now, with two women and one man, there was only one room left. How were they going to live there?

Suddenly, Yang Dazhuang saw the dim light in the window in the distance and immediately had an idea.

"There were originally two unoccupied rooms here, and the rest of the rooms were full. But one of them collapsed due to the heavy snow a while ago. You two girls can stay in this room. As for you, I'll find you a place to stay temporarily for a while. We'll clean up the rooms here next spring."

"By the way, do you still have the food you brought? If not, I'll bring you some cornbread later. Tomorrow, you can go to the brigade to get some snacks; consider it a loan from the brigade, and you'll have to return them later."

After helping Bai Peiyao and Feng Lan carry the packages into the house, Yang Dazhuang realized that everyone hadn't eaten yet. Hearing that they said they still had food, he led Su Chen towards the lonely house more than 200 meters away.

"Let me tell you, if that stubborn old man says anything unpleasant later, don't take it to heart. That old man is a typical example of someone with a sharp tongue but a soft heart."

"Uncle Yang, I understand."

Su Chen hurriedly nodded to indicate that he would listen to Village Chief Yang in everything. At the same time, he thought to himself, "Isn't this just like you? On the surface, you don't welcome us, but in reality, you still care about us a lot. At least you know to put hay on the oxcart, which is much better than other villages."

"Master Hu! Is Master Hu asleep yet?"

Soon Su Chen and his group arrived at the house. Through the low courtyard wall, Yang Dazhuang shouted twice.

"Wang! Wang! Wang!"

Suddenly, a dog barked in the yard, and then the door opened, revealing a figure in the doorway.

"Get out of here and lie down, whatever you want. Why aren't you sleeping in this freezing weather? What are you doing here?"

As if they were sentient, the dogs immediately returned to their kennels upon hearing their owner's reprimand.

"Uncle Hu, I have something I'd like to trouble you with. You know I went to the township to pick up the educated youth today, but one of the houses at our educated youth settlement collapsed, so I was hoping he could come here to borrow one..."

"I don't have time for you. I don't have a place to stay here. You'd better ask somewhere else."

Before Yang Dazhuang could finish speaking, the stubborn old man turned around and went back into the house.

“Uncle Hu, you are my own grandfather. I’ve thought about it and you’re the only place I can find. Please let us in on this cold day. The young comrade is from the city and is here to help build our village. We can’t let them down, or people will say that we villagers don’t know how to behave.”

As he spoke, Hu Dazhuang pushed open the gate and led Su Chen into the courtyard.

"Bullshit! You think I'm blind? Those few good-for-nothings can't do anything right, they eat everything and are only good for making manure. People can live in that room, but let me make it clear first, don't touch anything inside."

"Uncle Hu, don't worry, I will definitely not touch your things."

"Who's your boss? Don't try to get on my good side. There's firewood outside. If you want to heat the kang (heated brick bed), go ahead. If not, just make do for one night."

After the old man finished speaking, he slammed the door shut, leaving Su Chen and Yang Dazhuang outside.

"Let's go and ignore him, that's just how he is."

Without any surprise, Yang Dazhuang led Su Chen to the house on the west side, pushed the door open, lit a match, and used the light to find the kerosene lamp on the table.

"Alright, pack your things yourself. I'm going back now. Don't forget to collect your grain from the brigade tomorrow."

He lit the kerosene lamp, glanced at the kang (a heated brick bed) and saw nothing there. Yang Dazhuang gave a few instructions and hurried home.

After tidying up a bit, Su Chen spread his bedding on the kang (a heated brick bed). It has to be said that the weather in Northeast China is much colder than in Beijing. He rubbed his hands together vigorously a few times. Su Chen had no intention of heating the kang; he really didn't know how. If he got carbon monoxide poisoning, it would be a real problem. He would just make do for the night.

After closing the door, Su Chen had just sat down on the kang (a heated brick bed) and was about to take off his shoes when he heard footsteps at the door. He quickly stood up.

"Judging from your appearance, you don't seem to know how to heat a kang (a traditional heated bed). This place is not like yours; it can really freeze to death. At night, put this under your bed and cover yourself with this fur coat."

The old man tossed a wolfskin rug and a fur robe to Su Chen, then turned and left the room.

"Village Chief Yang is absolutely right, this old man really is like that."

Remembering Yang Dazhuang's instructions, Su Chen did not refuse, and besides, Grandpa Hu had not given him any time to refuse.

"Bang! Hey!"

In a daze, Su Chen heard a noise outside. When he opened his eyes, it was already broad daylight.

I stretched, put on my clothes, and came out of the inner room. I saw Grandpa Hu practicing his fists and feet in the yard, moving nimbly with his fists.

Leaning against the door frame, Su Chen watched with great interest as Grandpa Hu practiced his boxing. This stirred up the chivalrous dream in the young man's heart, and he couldn't help but imagine himself becoming a great hero, helping the weak and oppressed and robbing the rich to help the poor.

He couldn't help but envy those guys who had the Martial God System. If it were them, they could probably learn Grandpa Hu's fist and foot techniques just by standing next to him and watching him for a while. Unfortunately, he only had a system that could change talents, so he couldn't compare.

"Wait a minute, I've already transmigrated, it's not 2500 years anymore, and I have a system, how can I still be bound by that kind of ideology!"

"Ding! Watching the martial arts master's demonstration has changed your mindset, successfully triggering a talent change. All attributes are increased by two, and luck is increased by one."

A warm current swept through his body, and Su Chen felt more comfortable than ever before.

No wonder those conservatives in my previous life were so stubborn. Ninety-nine point nine percent of people in my previous life chose to have chips implanted, but there were also a very small number of people who believed that a person is an individual and should not be controlled by a chip system. The joy of life is to do what you want to do and should not rely solely on talent.

At the time, I didn't understand them. I thought they were just cowardly and unambitious. Implanting chips saved a lot of learning time. Although it was almost impossible to learn skills other than talents after awakening, having a skill was enough. Why learn so much? Now that I think about it, I have lost a lot. Most people cannot do the work they like.

"Hey kid, don't just stand there. I've cooked some sorghum and corn porridge in my house. If you don't like it, come in and have a bite."

At some point, Grandpa Hu had stopped punching and kicking. Seeing Su Chen leaning blankly against the door frame with his eyes glazed over, he thought to himself, "Is this kid stupid? I hope he doesn't starve to death in his own home." He couldn't help but call out to him.

"Oh! Thank you, Uncle Hu."

Regaining his composure, Su Chen saw that Grandpa Hu had already gone inside, and immediately agreed and followed him in eagerly.

"There are bowls and chopsticks over there. You can serve yourself the porridge from the pot."

Upon entering, Su Chen found Grandpa Hu already sitting cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed), with a bowl of porridge and a dish of pickled vegetables in front of him. To Su Chen's surprise, there was also a plate of meat.

"Uncle Hu, please wait for me."

Su Chen put his bowl on the table and hurriedly ran out. A moment later, he returned to the house with a few pieces of bread in his hand and heated them up on the stove.

"Grandpa Hu, have some of this. I brought it from home, but I didn't finish it on the way."

Grandpa Hu didn't say anything. He looked at the flatbread in front of him, then at the cornbread in his hand, and then decisively put the cornbread down.