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

"Little brother, these steamed buns are so delicious! I didn't even notice you brought such tasty buns. If I had known, I wouldn't have eaten any bread on the train. These buns are a hundred times better than bread."

Feng Lan held a steamed bun in each hand, took a big bite, and mumbled praises of how delicious the bun was as she ate.

Although Bai Peiyao next to her didn't say anything, it was easy to tell from her blissful expression that the buns tasted absolutely delicious.

"Sister Xiaolan, it's not as delicious as you say. If you asked people to choose on a train, they would definitely choose bread and canned luncheon meat."

Seeing Feng Lan's exaggerated expression, Su Chen smiled slightly.

Although they knew Su Chen was telling the truth, for the two who had only been able to eat corn porridge and sorghum rice for two or three days in a row, these steamed buns were simply a delicacy.

"Take the rest of these back with you, little brother. Xiaolan and I are already very happy to have a meal together."

Seeing the more than thirty large meat buns that Su Chen brought over, Bai Peiyao felt too embarrassed to keep them all.

"Sister Yaoyao, Sister Xiaolan, you took care of me the whole time on the train. How can I eat alone now? Besides, I left some food with me, so please don't be shy. I'll need your help in the future."

"Alright, then I'll be polite with you. From now on, you're my little brother. When we get back to the city, I'll treat you to a nice meal. Tell me, kid, do you have a crush on Sister Yao Yao?"

Feng Lan waved her hand and patted Su Chen's shoulder a few times, then leaned close to Su Chen's ear and asked a cheeky question.

"Sister Xiaolan, I...I have something to do, so I'll head back first."

Feeling the warm breath from Feng Lan, Su Chen's face flushed instantly. He pushed Feng Lan's hand away and ran out of the room as fast as he could.

"Cluck! Cluck! Cluck!"

Seeing Su Chen fleeing in panic, Feng Lan burst into carefree laughter.

"You little brat, you're the one who's having puberty, but you're trying to pin it on me. I'll scratch you to death!"

"I surrender! I surrender! Yao Yao, we have to hide the steamed buns well. I heard from Sister Yu Mei that there's a guy who's up to no good."

Faced with the menacing Bai Peiyao, Feng Lan decisively chose to surrender.

Feng Lan's easygoing personality allowed her to quickly integrate into the group of educated youth after only a few days. Several senior members also gave her a detailed introduction to the situation at the educated youth settlement and got to know each person's personality and hobbies.

"Yes, you're right. We can ask Xiao Chen if we can give these buns to Sister Yu Mei and the others, but that guy definitely won't give them to him."

Bai Peiyao stopped what she was doing, thought for a moment, and then put the steamed bun in a hidden place.

……

As dawn broke, Su Chen dressed himself and swept the yard clean. Just then, Grandpa Hu came out of the house.

Ever since he saw Grandpa Hu practicing his martial arts, Su Chen had the idea of ​​learning from him, so these past few days he's been getting up early to watch Grandpa Hu practice.

In the past, it would have been impossible for someone like Su Chen to openly learn skills by stealing others' techniques. But times have changed. The government is now advocating breaking with the old and establishing the new, discarding outdated practices. Almost everything from the past has been abandoned.

Of course, this was also intentional on Mr. Hu's part. As he gets older, he inevitably feels a bit sentimental and wants to leave something behind for himself.

As if he hadn't seen Su Chen, Grandpa Hu stretched his legs in the yard as usual, and then began practicing his martial arts.

After watching for several days, Su Chen couldn't stand the boredom and started practicing the movements of Grandpa Hu, crookedly imitating him.

"The lower body is unstable, the punches are weak, and the arms are raised too high."

Before anyone knew it, Grandpa Hu had finished a round of boxing. He took out a small stool from the house and sat by the wall, watching Su Chen practice meticulously.

Although Su Chen's movements were full of flaws and could be described as appalling, Su Chen had made rapid progress in just a few days without any guidance. Grandpa Hu couldn't help but be excited and offered his guidance.

"Ding! You have received guidance from a martial arts master, which has improved your clumsy movements. Your talent has been successfully triggered. Reward: 50 catties of rice, 20 catties of strong liquor, and increases in strength, agility, and constitution by 1."

Su Chen suppressed his overwhelming joy and practiced the movements again from beginning to end, following Grandpa Hu's instructions. This time, he felt that his movements were much smoother.

"Alright, let's eat first. Kung Fu can't be mastered overnight. Haste makes waste. You have to proceed step by step and persevere."

Seeing that Su Chen had finished fighting, Grandpa Hu nodded quietly, stood up, and went into the house.

"Thank you for your guidance, Master! Let me serve you some rice."

After washing his face, Su Chen grinned and snatched the bowl from Grandpa Hu, making him a bowl of porridge.

“I am not your master, nor do I acknowledge you as my disciple.”

Grandpa Hu said coldly, then picked up his bowl and chopsticks and started eating by himself.

"Okay, Master, please have a steamed bun."

Ignoring Grandpa Hu's cold words, Su Chen handed him a hot meat bun.

For the next period of time, Su Chen's life entered a cycle: practicing boxing in the morning, and after eating, he would practice horse stance for an hour. In addition, when Grandpa Hu saw that Su Chen was very interested in the bow and arrow on the wall, he would let him practice archery in the backyard when he had nothing to do in the afternoon.

Sometimes Su Chen would give Bai Peiyao and Bai Peiyao some rice and flour. At first, the two of them would curiously ask about the origin of the items, but seeing that Su Chen was vague about it, they stopped asking.

Before he knew it, it was already past the twelfth lunar month. After more than a month of training, Su Chen felt that he was much stronger than before, and his physique was also more robust than when he first arrived.

Name: Su Chen

Talent: Alteration (F-rank 1.3%)

Skill: Archery (Proficiency 78%, Not yet a beginner)

Power: 12

Intelligence: 11

Agility: 9

Constitution: 9

Spirit: 8

Luck: 2%

Training methods: Fanziquan (beginner level), Bajiquan (beginner level)

Backpack: 12/200

Assets: 980 yuan

That day, after completing an hour of horse stance, Su Chen was sitting in the sun, checking his condition with his eyes closed, when he heard footsteps outside and hurriedly opened his eyes.

"Comrade Su is sunbathing. Is Grandpa Hu inside?"

"Uncle Yang, please come in quickly. Master is resting inside. I'll go and call him for you."

Upon seeing that it was village chief Yang Dazhuang who had entered, Su Chen hurriedly stood up, said something, and turned to go inside to call Grandpa Hu.

"How many times have I told you, kid, don't call me master. I don't have a disciple as stupid as you. What does this Yang family brat want with me?"

Before Su Chen could enter the house, Grandpa Hu had already come out.

"Huh? What's going on? Why does it feel like Master Hu's attitude towards this kid is very different? Why is this kid calling him 'Master'?"

Although Grandpa Hu had just said that Su Chen shouldn't call him master, Yang Dazhuang keenly sensed a different emotion in his words and was momentarily stunned.

Little did he know that these past few days, as Su Chen diligently practiced his boxing, Grandpa Hu was reminded of his own youth when he was learning from his master. Watching Su Chen progress from unfamiliar to proficient little by little filled Grandpa Hu with great joy.

"Ahem! Uncle Hu, it's like this. The New Year is just around the corner, and yesterday the township government took away all the pigs that our village was raising, leaving us with only a small pig weighing about 100 pounds. Each household will only get a small amount of meat at the New Year. We've discussed it and would like to ask you to come down from the mountains and bring some wild game back to our village."

Shaking his head, not dwelling on Su Chen's matter, Yang Dazhuang scratched his head and explained somewhat embarrassedly that leading the villagers to a better life was the responsibility of village cadres like them, and now he was asking a seventy- or eighty-year-old man to prepare meat for the villagers, which made him feel a little awkward.

"Okay, I'll pack up today and head into the mountains tomorrow."

Grandpa Hu nodded in agreement.

"Thank you, Mr. Hu. We'll follow the usual procedure. How many people do you need to go with us? I'll go arrange it now."

"No need for anyone to follow us for now. After all, no one can say for sure when we'll encounter prey. Maybe in a day, maybe in two or three days. I'll let you know when that happens."

Grandpa Hu waved his hand and declined Yang Dazhuang's suggestion.

Early the next morning, Grandpa Hu took Su Chen, who had been working on the project all night, along with three hunting dogs, and set off towards the mountains behind the house.