Rebirth in 1958: Getting rich starts from Nanluoguxiang

The curriculum of the Public Security College is very haphazard. There are eight classes every day, four of which are political studies, with various newspapers being studied in turn, and the other four are related knowledge about public security work.

But Qin Dabao was bored after just two classes. He was too backward. A great professor at the Public Security College didn't even have one tenth of Conan's ability, let alone Sherlock Holmes and Kindaichi.

It was some knowledge about radio that aroused his interest. Dabao learned how to use Morse code in just one and a half days. When other students were confused, he had already mastered it thoroughly.

This was also because he was really bored in his previous life, so he would watch American TV series and cartoons when he had nothing to do. He even took classes to learn two foreign languages, which made it easy for him to get started.

There were no female comrades in the advanced training class, only a bunch of rough men. Among the classmates, Qin Dabao was the youngest and had the lowest rank, but no one dared to look down on him.

An eighteen-year-old deputy section chief, and a deputy section chief of the Beijing City Bureau, is even more valuable than the directors of some county bureaus.

In addition, he is very easy-going and never smiles or talks to anyone he meets, so all his classmates like him.

Qin Dabao usually eats lunch at school, but he has become very picky and cannot eat the steamed bread, cornmeal porridge and pickled radish in the cafeteria. But there is nothing he can do. The situation outside is getting worse and worse.

Almost all the canteens in the countryside have run out of food and have to rely on relief to survive every day.

Man-made disasters and false reporting of grain production have drained every last grain of food from rural tables. Even during the slack season, farmers still have to work tirelessly to build reservoirs today and roads tomorrow, leaving them exhausted.

At school, Qin Dabao's eyes were filled with various good news from various places every day. These good news conveyed the same meaning, that is, the situation across the country was very good. This made him feel heavy and depressed.

In a blink of an eye, Qin Dabao had been studying at the Public Security College for more than half a month. The number of steamed buns provided in the cafeteria decreased from three per meal to one. No one was full, and even the professor's face was pale. Technical classes were suspended, and students just read newspapers and slept in class. In fact, they didn't dare to move because they would feel hungry if they moved.

Qin Dabao was so uncomfortable staying there that he wanted to go into the mountains to hunt. He found Director Zhou and asked for leave. Director Zhou readily agreed, but he had a small request: if he caught any prey, could he sell some to him, as his family hadn't seen any meat for two months.

Qin Dabao readily agreed and packed up his things to go into the mountains. He wanted to go to Wanger Mountain, which was very close to the city after all.

The weather in the north is like a child's face, changing at any time. I thought it was almost spring and there would be no snow, but as soon as I arrived at the Summer Palace, snowflakes started falling from the sky.

Qin Dabao was not wearing a coat, but a padded jacket inside and an official robe outside, but he was not wearing a big hat.

Now he has been reborn and is no longer afraid of cold or heat, but in order not to attract attention, he still wears what he should wear, just a little thinner, which is not unusual.

There were not many people on the streets of the capital. They were all hungry and moved as little as possible. Most of the people who went out were housewives, carrying baskets and digging grass roots and weeds everywhere, as they had to take care of the food and clothing of their families.

When I reached the foot of the mountain, I looked back at the city. Countless columns of smoke rose from the ground and rushed straight into the sky, as if they had merged with the gloomy sky. There was only one color between heaven and earth, which was gray.

When he got to the edge of the woods and saw that there was no one around, Dabao put his bicycle into the space. He waved his hand and the little squirrel came out.

The little squirrel is very beautiful now and has grown a lot bigger. It has gem-like eyes and a big gray tail. It jumped onto Dabao's shoulder and pecked his cheek a few times. Qin Dabao knew that the little squirrel has become intelligent. If it drinks spiritual spring water every day, even a bear can practice Tai Chi, not to mention the squirrel, which is very clever.

He took out a big eight-grain gun, put it on his back, waved his hand, and the little squirrel squeaked twice, jumped onto the big tree, and went to look for wild animals.

The land on the mountainside was empty. Even the weeds had been dug up and the dead branches of the trees had been chopped off. At first glance, it looked like it had been gnawed by a dog and was completely devastated.

It seems that there is no prey nearby. If we want to hunt, we have to go deep into the mountains.

Qin Dabao didn't care. There were only some pheasants and rabbits on the mountainside anyway. It was not interesting.

If you want to talk about hunting, you have to go to the Northeast. There are Changbai Mountain and Xing'an Mountain in the Northeast, where there are bears, tigers and leopards. There is no such thing as protected animals now. In a few decades, no animal can be hunted. If you can, you will be punished. All animals are protected by the first and second national protection.

I don’t even dare to hit the small ones. Even mice are fairies. If I hit them, they will die.

Otherwise, we can go to the mountains in western Hunan, where there are also big animals to hunt, but now we can only hunt in the mountains closest to the capital, which is too far away.

After walking for three hours, we finally got into the deep mountains.

In the winter in the north, the mountains are so quiet. There are no birds singing, only the howling of wolves in the distance.

Qin Dabao sat on a fallen tree with a gun between his legs, lit a cigarette, and smoked leisurely.

He released his mental power, and within a radius of fifty meters, nothing could escape his sight and hearing.

The little squirrel jumped back and stood on the tree, squeaking.

Qin Dabao pointed to the east: "Over there? A large group of wild boars?"

The little squirrel nodded continuously.

He put out the cigarette, carefully making sure there were no sparks, and then ran eastward.

In a valley, Qin Dabao heard the sound of "Wei...Wei..." He ran over and saw five wild boars digging for food in the field.

This is a family of five, a male and a female with three yellow-haired pigs. It seems that this family has no shortage of food. After a whole winter of fattening up, the cannon basket must weigh more than 300 kilograms, and the sow must weigh more than 200 kilograms. The flesh on the pig's face is sagging.

The three yellow-haired guys were not big, only about 60 or 70 kilograms.

Qin Dabao changed into a military uniform. These were the ones Secretary Qian had given him, but he had thrown them all into the space.

He lay on the hillside, lined up five large eight-bullet rifles in a row, and loaded two pistols. With such powerful firepower, he must wipe out the wild boar family.

Cannon Basket was very alert. It smelled something and just as it raised its head, a bullet pierced its left eye and turned its brain into a paste.

The cannon basket fell down with a bang, and the gunshots exploded like popcorn. The remaining wild boar was knocked down after running only two steps.

Qin Dabao emptied the magazine. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder. He put away his rifle and walked to the bottom of the valley with two pistols. He shot each wild boar once before putting them into the space.

After lying in the valley for most of the day, at five o'clock in the afternoon, we had killed seven more wild boars.

The little squirrel had enough fun and returned to his space early.

Qin Dabao took a look and found that some of the wild mosquitoes were alive. If this guy stared at one of them, it would definitely turn into a big red lump.

He entered the space, where there were two roast ducks left over from last time, as well as a few buns. The snacks and cakes had already been given to his sisters.

He lay leisurely on the grass, nibbling on two roast ducks and eating a bun.

It seems that next time I have to go to the state-owned restaurant to buy some dishes and put them in my space, so that I won’t have nothing when I want to eat.

This is just because he is not used to using space. It seems that he will have to get used to it in the future. After all, this is his biggest support for rebirth.

There is no concept of time in the space. Qin Dabao woke up from a nap and felt refreshed. He washed his face and left the space.

I realized that it was just daybreak and the snow had stopped long ago. It was just a thin layer of snow that disappeared with the wind.

He ate the last two buns and felt a bit heartburned, which made him more determined to store food in the space.

Carrying the gun, I continued walking into the mountains and wandered around for a long time, shooting whatever I could. If I couldn't shoot anything, I would leave. This place was not in the same direction as the hot spring valley, so I decided not to go there.

He was lucky enough to encounter a group of wild goats, about a dozen of them. Qin Dabao killed six of them in one breath, put them into his space, and chased them with his gun. He planned to only kill them once before May, so he had to save more.

The goats ran around, and Qin Dabao chased three of them. He saw the goats go into a cave...