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

Jiang He grabbed Miao Xiaoyu and led Xiaoqing out.

Then he called Jiang Hai and Jiang Xiaomei out as well.

When the three little guys heard that their elder brother was taking them to catch the thief in Pheasant’s hometown, they were so happy.

Jiang Hai went straight to the warehouse and took out the sieve used to sift loess at home.

Jiang Dashan saw through the window that Jiang Hai actually took the household tools out to play, and he screamed. Jiang Hai was so scared that he stood there and dared not move.

Jiang He whispered, "Run!"

Jiang Hai carried the big sieve and ran out.

Jiang He and the others followed him out with laughter. But as soon as they got out, Jiang Hai realized what was happening and said with a sad face, "Brother, I, I carried it out, but what should I do when I get home? Dad will beat me!"

Jiang He put his hand on his shoulder and said, "Isn't it just a beating? Be a man, just grit your teeth and get over it!"

"I'm sure it wasn't you I hit!"

"Yes, it wasn't me who was hit!" Jiang He laughed heartily. He was very happy to have given his younger brother another social practice lesson.

Jiang He didn't plan to call Chunyu, but how could she miss such an opportunity? So she stuck to Miao Xiaoyu as soon as she came.

Fortunately, I was wearing enough clothes to cover myself tightly when I went outside, so the spring rain just made me sticky at best, but I couldn't touch anything.

But she had a very sensitive nose. She sniffed it and smiled: "My brother is really capable. Your legs are weak!"

Miao Xiaoyu rolled her eyes at her. Her legs were weak, but only those who used them would know. She had to hide it well.

When we arrived at the wheat field of the production team, a large group of thieves from the old village flew up like a dark cloud.

This thing is so annoying and consumes a lot of food every year.

But it was also very rare. Kids back then didn't have snacks, so they would just catch a few birds and throw them into the stove, roast them until they were mushy, and then they would enjoy eating them.

Among the flock of birds, there were many pheasants that scurried out into the snow like slippers. These birds could run faster than they could fly, leaving behind hard and tough meat chunks on their bodies.

Sweep away a large piece of snow on the wheat field, then raise the sieve to half a foot long, and sprinkle some millet, cornmeal, etc. underneath.

Then pull the rope a little further away and just wait there.

It is very simple to catch a bird. It is taught in elementary school textbooks. The key is not to be impatient.

Wait until the bird reaches the deep end of the sieve and then pull the rope. One sieve can catch more than ten or twenty birds, and even pheasants.

The colorful one is a male pheasant, very beautiful, while the female pheasant is gray and ugly.

In winter, it snows and in summer, birds have nothing to eat, so they crawl under the sieves one after another and are caught in the rivers.

In less than two hours, more than a hundred thieves and a dozen pheasants were seized.

Jiang He led his younger brothers, younger sisters and sister-in-law to catch birds, which made other children in the village envious. They went home to ask their mother for the birds, and then were scolded, "You look like a bird," and then they were beaten.

It is not difficult to catch birds. Whether it is stewing pheasant or frying old thief, at least two pounds of soybean oil will be used.

Who would be so wasteful as to use so much soybean oil at once?

Oil is precious, and this habit has even continued to later generations. Leftover food can be thrown away, but when the oil bottle is empty, people still have to carefully control the oil, as if they will lose a lot of money if they leave even a little bit.

Even Wang Shuqin was unwilling to harm soybean oil in this way, so she had to move to Miao Xiaoyu's house.

When old Mrs. Chen saw them bringing these things back, her face became sullen as if someone owed her eight million.

However, when Jiang He came back, he brought dozens of featherless white-striped chickens. Now they need some oil, so Old Mrs. Chen couldn't say anything if she poured more oil on them.

While plucking the pheasant's feathers, Old Mrs. Chen kept muttering that she had a good fat domestic chicken but chose to eat this stupid thing. She must be crazy.

Jiang He ignored her and dragged the three children to clean up the birds.

It's not just the old thieves, there are also the Su sparrow and other birds, and there are even a few birds that may become rare species if released into the future.

But in Greater Khingan Range, who knows them? They all look the same and taste the same, so it's fine as long as they are edible.

The bird is relatively easy to clean. You can pull off the skin and feathers together to get the dark red firm bird meat. Then remove the internal organs and leave the heart and liver, which will fill a whole bowl.

When Jiang He poured oil into the pot, old Mrs. Chen's face twitched. He had used up all the oil in the house in an instant. What would they eat in the future?

Chop the pheasant meat and the local thieves into small pieces, put them into a frying pan and fry them slowly over low heat until they are crispy when you bite them, sprinkle some pepper and salt on them, and they are so delicious.

Anything fried, even a dough dumpling, is delicious.

I sent my younger brother to deliver half of it to my parents, and then he came back crying. Needless to say, he was beaten by my father.

But as soon as I took a bite of a fried Laojia, I found it so crispy and fragrant that I stopped crying immediately.

Liu Er was also called over. This was a great dish to go with the wine, and it would be a waste if he didn't order half a pound.

As soon as the wine was poured, I heard someone arguing outside and the sound of drums.

Old Mrs. Chen hurried out to see what was happening. After a while, she came running back in a hurry, yelling, "Xiao Jiang, go back quickly! Something happened at your house!"

Jiang He was shocked. What could happen to my family?

Jiang He ran back and saw six old ladies in full armor gathered in his yard.

I saw these old ladies wearing chicken feather crowns on their heads, jackets made of red and green colored cloth strips, and cotton gloves. They were holding King Wen's drum in one hand and King Wu's whip in the other, and were dancing and beating the drum in the yard.

Why is he performing magic in his own home?

Look at the old lady leading the group, isn’t she none other than Mrs. Song from Erchahe Village?

When the drum sounded, many people gathered outside the yard to watch the fun. Everyone was confused. What kind of magic was this? What happened to the Jiang family?

King Wen's drum beat rhythmically. Old Mrs. Song glared at Jiang He with resentment, then sang in a strained voice, "The sun sets in the west... the sky turns dark, and the fox fairy descends the mountain to overcome the tribulation. To overcome the tribulation requires fate and a person's heart. Who would have thought that the tribulation would have nine levels? Ah, hey, hey..."

"Bang bang bang bang bang gang..."

Old Mrs. Song beat the drum even louder and more urgently. "The Jiang family boy is so evil-hearted that he made it difficult for the fox fairy to pass the test. How can the fairy pass be like this? The fox fairy is here to visit..."

As Old Mrs. Song sang viciously, these great immortals from the surrounding villages beat drums together, shaking their heads and trembling. Their voices were either sharp or low, as if they had become different people.

Chunyu stared with her eyes wide open and cried out, "The spirit has taken over!"

The villagers who were watching the excitement outside listened to the singing of Old Mrs. Song and the others, and then looked at Jiang He, all of them with frightened faces.

It turns out that this kid has offended the Fox Fairy, and now the Fairy has come to seek revenge.

Even the old lady Chen, who was splashing blood, was so frightened that her face turned pale, her lips trembled, and she couldn't utter a single curse word.

Instead, Wang Shuqin gritted her teeth, tears in her eyes, and reached out to pick up the shovel.

No matter who you are, even if God comes today, you can’t touch my son.

Jiang He was furious and stood up to go into the house to get his gun. I want to see whether you immortals who have been possessed by immortals can withstand the 7.56mm Mosin-Nagant bullets.

If guns don't work, just get some grenades. If grenades don't work, just borrow the forestry bureau militia's anti-aircraft guns and fire a few rounds.

"Wait a minute, brother, let me do it!"

Chunyu screamed, unbuttoned his cotton pants, and put his hand in.

Jiang He was stunned. What are you doing? You can take out a gun and stab them to death.