Rebirth in 80, starting with hunting in the Greater Khingan Mountains

When the river shouted, the spring rain immediately came up with its arms shaking.

The people from the Forestry Bureau quickly came up and pulled it.

Chunyu dragged four or five people behind him and walked forward step by step, pushing the office desks so hard that they creaked.

The big table in this conference room is made of half-foot thick pine wood. A long table weighs at least a thousand pounds.

The middle-aged man opposite looked at Chunyu's approaching steps and felt as if he was being stared at by a big black blind man, with his hair standing on end.

The people behind him quickly reached for their guns.

Jiang He let out a sigh and said, "Are you bullying me with the Type 38 rifle in my hand?"

Jiang He didn't say anything, he just reached out and took out the axe and threw it to Chunyu.

The curved-handled battle axe was swung with a sound of wind breaking through the air, and with a bang, it split a hole in the half-foot thick board.

"What a strength!" Lao Jin praised, then stepped forward and supported Chunyu's elbow.

Chunyu let out a cry, and half of his arm was numb, as if the tendon was pinched.

Then, Chunyu elbowed Lao Jin in the face.

Old Jin screamed and sat down on the ground, almost getting disfigured.

Lao Jin shouted, "We are all hunters. Whether we accept it or not, we can see for ourselves. Why fight?"

A group of people danced and fought to keep the two groups apart.

Qin Hongjun, director of the Forestry Bureau, sat at the head of the conference table, rubbing his ribs that were hurt by the moving table, and glared fiercely at Zheng Mingshi, the newly appointed director of the timber yard.

Zheng Mingshi was also embarrassed. He slammed the table and shouted angrily: "Stop it, what kind of nonsense are you talking about!"

Zheng Mingshi got angry, but Pitongzi and the others calmed down.

Chunyu glared, yanked the axe that had been stuck in the table, jumped onto it, and ran towards Zheng Mingshi, swinging the axe and cursing, "You're a jerk, pretending to be your mother!"

Zheng Mingshi saw the axe coming towards his head and was so scared that he screamed and crawled under the table.

Jiang He quickly pulled Chunyu back. If he really chopped the leader with an axe in the conference room, it would be a lot of fun.

Zheng Mingshi was almost frightened to the point of peeing, grabbing the table and yelling, "Hurry up and call on the Tathagata Buddha, no, Hong Dabiao, catch her for me..."

Qin Hongjun said first: "She is Oroqen!"

"Gaer!"

Zheng Mingshi stopped talking in time and even made a duck-like sound.

The Oroqen people in Daxinganling are so domineering that you really can't afford to offend them.

Chunyu is right. In the eyes of the Oroqen people, leaders are just nobody.

Even if the provincial secretary came and slapped him twice, he would have no way to deal with it. The same cannot be said about the governor, because the Greater Khingan Range area now belongs to Inner Mongolia and the governor is a Mongolian.

Zheng Mingshi said angrily: "Then we will divide the area into different areas and see how capable we are."

Jiang He is a sitting **, of course there is no problem, and he must choose to do it near home.

After going downstairs, Lao Jin said hello to Jiang He. The two gangs led twenty or thirty dogs to the guesthouse and started hunting tomorrow.

Jiang He, Chun Yu and Liu Er took the train home. The first thing they did was to invite their elder brother Sun Mancang over.

This matter still requires the intervention of this old hunter.

Sun Mancang arrived, Jiang Dashan and Wang Shuqin went out to greet him, and were just about to call him Uncle Sun or something.

Sun Mancang put his hands together and called them uncle and aunt first.

This shout stunned the couple, and they looked embarrassed and didn't know how to respond.

Wu Shuqin nudged Jiang Dashan.

Jiang Dashan said with a sullen voice, "Well, this young man drinks a little bit of wine and doesn't know who he is. Uncle Sun, don't bother with him."

Sun Mancang immediately shook his head: "That won't do. Xiao Jiang and I are brothers who have sworn brotherhood. I'm counting on my brother to give me a plot of land for my grave when I die."

Jiang He laughed and said, "You don't lack women!"

"But none of these women belong to me. If I don't count on you, who else can I count on?"

Jiang Dashan and his wife are not even fifty years old, and they feel very uncomfortable being called uncle and aunt by Sun Mancang, who is over seventy years old.

But they can't just talk about each other separately. The people in Daxinganling really recognize this kind of relationship which is not family but better than family.

No matter how much I talk about it today, they are uncles and aunts, and it’s a good thing they didn’t come during the Chinese New Year.

Otherwise, if Sun Mancang kowtowed to them and wished them a happy new year, they would have to accept it and would not be afraid of shortening their lifespans.

Sun Mancang didn't treat himself as a outsider when he entered the house. He took off his shoes and got on the kang. He took out a handful of Kalaha from his pocket and handed it to Jiang Xiaomei for her to play with.

Jiang Xiaomei was extremely happy, but her face was confused, not knowing whether to call him "big brother" or "grandfather".

Kalaha is sheep's knee bone, pig's is also OK, but pig's is too big, sheep's is the best.

If a little girl has a bunch of Galahas, it is no less than the children in later generations who have collected a complete set of Ultraman cards. She will be very proud wherever she goes.

Before Jiang Hai could get angry, Sun Mancang pulled out a small pistol of exceptionally fine workmanship from his pocket.

This pistol is not a chain gun made of car chains, but a real one with a barrel. There is a shell in the barrel with a match head stuffed inside. It will explode when fired, and fire can come out on both sides of the barrel. It is so cool that Jiang He was tempted by it and grabbed it to play with it twice.

Hey, that's fun.

Jiang Hai was so anxious that he kept jumping up and down: "Brother, be gentle, it's broken!"

Sun Mancang snatched the toy gun back and stuffed it into Jiang Hai's hand, then slapped him hard on the butt: "Go, go play somewhere else!"

Jiang Hai shouted happily, "Thank you, brother. When you die, if my brother doesn't bury you, I will bury you."

Sun Mancang was so happy that he didn't know what to do. He held his calf and cherished it so much that he was happy to have a son.

Jiang Hai was being pulled so hard that he cried out loudly, but for the sake of his small gun, he refused to dodge.

Jiang He kicked his troublesome younger brother off the kang and said, "Let's talk about hunting."

Sun Mancang said confidently: "If we just want to hunt wild boars, that would be too easy, and wild boars have become a disaster this year.

Our headache now isn't how to hunt the wild boar, but how to clean up after we kill it, and how to get it back. Or maybe we should send a message and ask some of the men in the mountains to come back?"

Jiang He waved his hand: "That's not necessary, the old ladies in our village can do this job!"

Sun Mancang thought for a moment and said, "That's right. It's just chasing a pig. I need to clean it up and then drag it back. Even an old woman can do it. Women hold up half the sky!"

Jiang He glanced at Sun Mancang and said, "It's no problem to ask an old woman to do the work, but my brother has a lot of criminal records."

What if you end up working and the whole village is full of old women? It would be a real commotion if the men came home and raped you to death.

Sun Mancang glared angrily and said, "If I didn't have a clear idea in my mind, how could I have lived to such an old age?"

Jiang He thought so too. If he was really like a male dog, trying to climb up on any pretty old woman he saw, he would have been fucked to death long ago.

Jiang He did what he said and asked his mother and mother-in-law, Old Chen, to visit all over the village and invite the female soldiers to discuss important matters.

In his previous life, when Jiang He went out to make trouble, his father was seriously ill and his mother was working hard, the villagers helped him a lot.

Since I have the opportunity in this life, I have to let the villagers share some of it. I don’t care how much I earn, but at least they can have some extra money during the New Year.

Jiang He was very generous. The Forestry Bureau gave the pigs 3 cents per pound, so he just split them in half. Whoever worked hard would get a share. He would see if he could get some more meat later.

These days, the men go to the mountains to work, and the women stay at home with their children to spend the winter. Apart from visiting neighbors, there is nothing else to do all day.

Now there is a chance to add some oil and water before the New Year, and the whole village is boiling in a sea of ​​old women.

There are quite a few young and strong women who can go into the mountains, from young girls to young wives to old women in their forties and fifties, a total of hundreds of people.

Everyone looked at Jiang He with eyes that seemed to wish they could strip him naked and take turns riding on him to express their excitement.

Just as the commotion was going on, Zhang Jinshan arrived and offended everyone with his first words.

"The mountains belong to the country, the land is collective, and working in the mountains is a collective activity. Calculating work points and directly paying people money and meat is exploitation of hired labor!"

Brush, the scene instantly became quiet.