Reborn in 72, I hunt to support my family and spoil my younger sister rotten.

Li Xiangyang drove the donkey cart, constantly comforting the old Party Secretary along the way.

The road was bumpy, and every time they went over a pothole, the old Party Secretary would cough, and Li Xiangyang's heart would clench.

The county hospital was more than 20 miles away from Xiaoliang Village. Even if Li Xiangyang drove the donkey cart, it would be almost dark by the time he arrived at the hospital.

“Old Party Secretary, we’ve arrived,” Li Xiangyang said softly.

The hospital entrance was brightly lit, and when the nurse on duty saw the old Party Secretary's condition, she quickly called for a stretcher.

"Quick, the cardiology department is on the third floor!"

Li Xiangyang jogged behind the stretcher and took out money to pay the hospital fees.

"Comrade, this is the hospital bill receipt. We'll pay after the doctor prescribes the medication."

The nurse handed the receipt to Li Xiangyang.

Li Xiangyang nodded and turned to walk into the ward.

The old Party Secretary was lying in a hospital bed, and a doctor in a white coat was listening to his heart and lungs.

"Old Party Secretary, how are you feeling?" Li Xiangyang asked softly.

"It's nothing, it's nothing..." The old Party Secretary waved his hand weakly. "You should go back now; the warehouse matter is more important."

"But......"

“Go ahead,” the old Party Secretary coughed twice, “I have a doctor here to take care of you. Don’t worry, my old bones can handle it.”

Li Xiangyang glanced at Dr. Qian, who was standing guard beside him, and then at the old Party Secretary lying on the hospital bed, his heart filled with conflict.

“Xiangyang,” Doctor Qian said, “you can go back without worry. I’ll keep an eye on things here. If anything happens, I’ll send someone to fetch you immediately.”

Li Xiangyang nodded, "Well... old Party Secretary, I'll head back now. Take good care of yourself, I'll come see you again tomorrow."

After giving all the money to Doctor Qian, Li Xiangyang left the hospital and flicked the reins, sending the donkey cart speeding towards Xiaoliang Village.

Night fell, and the cold wind howled, but Li Xiangyang's heart was more anxious than the wind itself.

The warehouse is infested with rats; if we delay any longer, who knows how much grain will be wasted.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but speed up again.

When they returned to the village, a large crowd had already gathered at the entrance of the warehouse.

They carried lanterns, and by their dim light, they used sticks to knock and bang, trying to scare away the mice.

"Oh no, this fertilizer bag has been chewed to pieces."

"Oh dear, what are we going to do now? How are we going to catch them all in such a short time?"

"If you ask me, we need medication..."

"Useless. With so much food to eat, do you really think mice are stupid?"

……

Li Xiangyang approached the crowd and saw Zhang Dashan kneeling on the ground, wiping away tears and snot.

Upon seeing Li Xiangyang return, he suddenly jumped up: "Xiangyang, my uncle..."

"He's in the hospital," Li Xiangyang said briefly. "If you really care, you should quickly find a way to clean up this mess."

As he spoke, he went into the warehouse to examine it carefully.

By the light of the kerosene lamp, he discovered that the situation was worse than he had imagined.

Not only were the fertilizer bags chewed up, but even the burlap sacks used to store seeds were damaged by rats.

"Zhang Dashan," Li Xiangyang turned around and asked, "was rat poison put in the warehouse?"

Zhang Dashan wiped away his tears and shook his head: "No...we didn't let them go. I...I thought the rats were just a little troublesome..."

"What do you think?" Li Xiangyang sneered. "Who do you think you are? A big rat? Look at these fertilizer bags, look at these seeds, and look at this grain!"

"I didn't expect this either. What are we going to do..."

Zhang Dashan plopped down on the ground, holding his head in his hands.

Li Xiangyang pondered for a moment and said, "Humans can't catch all these mice. To get rid of them completely, we'll have to rely on cats..."

"A cat!" Zhang Dashan slapped his thigh. "That's right, a cat! Everyone, who has a cat?"

"Zhang Dashan, shut up. We don't even have enough food to eat, what are we going to feed the cats?"

"Exactly! If you ask me, we should just kill all these rats right away, don't let a single one escape!"

Several commune members brandished their sticks and began banging and hitting again.

But the mice had already been alerted and scurried into their holes, making them impossible to catch.

Instead, it made the bags of grain and fertilizer even more messy.

Seeing this, Li Xiangyang was too lazy to explain to them.

He had fought his way across the world in his past life and had seen many skilled hunters.

But when it comes to spirituality, none can compare to the Black Cat.

With that thought in mind, he turned and walked towards home.

Behind him, he could still hear Zhang Dashan shouting, "Hey, Li Xiangyang, where are you going? There are so many rats..."

Li Xiangyang didn't turn his head, and his pace quickened.

Only the Black Cat can save this warehouse of food now.

Li Xiangyang pushed open the door to his home, where his mother and sister were anxiously waiting for him.

"Brother," Li Xiaohua looked up and asked, "how is the old Party Secretary?"

"She's been hospitalized," Li Xiangyang said softly. "Dr. Qian is staying with her at the hospital."

"This Zhang Dashan is truly a scourge. What if he angers the old Party Secretary to the point of causing him serious harm..." Li's mother sighed.

“Mother, don’t worry,” Li Xiangyang reassured her, “The old Party Secretary is a lucky man, he’ll be fine. There are rats in the warehouse right now, I need to take the little princess to help.”

"Then hurry up and go, don't let the food go to waste. Oh, and no matter how busy you are, you still need to eat. The sweet potatoes in the pot are still warm, take a few with you on the way."

Li Xiangyang nodded, took two sweet potatoes, and ran straight into the inner room.

At this moment, the black cat was lying on the kang (a heated brick bed) with its eyes closed, resting.

“Little princess,” Li Xiangyang called softly, “we have work to do.”

The black cat opened its eyes, its golden pupils resembling two stars in the night.

It stretched lazily, but showed no intention of getting off the kang (heated brick bed).

"The warehouse is infested with mice; only you can help."

Upon hearing the word "help," the black cat's ears twitched, and it looked up to examine Li Xiangyang.

"Don't worry, I'll buy you fish after I catch the mice."

The black cat nimbly leaped off the kang (a heated brick bed), circled around Li Xiangyang's legs, as if to say, "That's more like it."

Li Xiangyang smiled, bent down, and picked up the black cat.

The black cat found a comfortable spot in his arms, its tail swaying idly.

When they returned to the warehouse, Zhang Dashan and the others were still wildly beating people with sticks.

When they saw the black cat in Li Xiangyang's arms, someone couldn't help but exclaim, "This...a leopard cat?"

“Yes, a leopard cat.” Li Xiangyang placed the black cat on the ground.

The black cat elegantly shook its fur, its golden eyes gleaming faintly in the dim lamplight.

It first circled the warehouse, as if surveying the terrain.

Suddenly, the black cat's ears stood up and its tail straightened.

The next second, it shot out like a black lightning bolt.

Several sharp-eyed members noticed that the black cat didn't go directly to catch the mouse, but instead first used its body to block several main entrances to the hole.

Their movements were so fast that they were almost invisible.

"Meow!"

With a meow, the trapped mice panicked and scrambled out of other small holes to escape.

But how could they possibly be a match for the Black Cat?

The black cat was seen leaping and bounding around the warehouse, sometimes using the walls for leverage, and sometimes leaping over the goods.

The rats were like a bunch of clumsy fools in front of it, and they were knocked unconscious before they could even run two steps.

What's most surprising is that the black cat doesn't eat these mice.

It arranged each mouse neatly in the corner, as if completing a task.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the warehouse fell silent.

There were dozens of rats of varying sizes lying on the ground, all of them knocked unconscious, without making a sound.

"This...this is too amazing!" Zhang Dashan stammered, looking at the spoils on the ground.

Everyone else was stunned.

They had never seen anything like this before.

A cat and dozens of mice, all within a quarter of an hour.

Is that all?