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

Jiang He was so scared that he crouched down, drew his gun, and pulled the bolt. When he tried to get the gun back, the round muzzle of the gun was already against the back of his head.

Then I heard a loud scream.

I don't understand this language, but I can hear it clearly, it's Oroqen.

Jiang He was held at gunpoint and dared not move. Chun Yu was furious and grabbed the axe and started chopping.

Jiang He was furious, Chunyu, you tiger, the axe is not as fast as the gun, my brother's head is going to be blown off.

As a result, the other party retreated. Chunyu stood by Jianghe's side and shouted, "Brother, don't be afraid. He is my third uncle. If he dares to touch you, I will kill him!"

"Fuck Jiang He! You still have a Third Uncle? Then why were you beaten into that state in your previous life? Where are all your relatives?"

Jiang He turned his head and immediately understood.

A middle-aged man wearing a roe deer skin coat and a robe hat, with a pair of straight eyes, exudes a strong smell of alcohol.

He held a 56 and a half in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, and was shouting something. After shouting, he took two more gulps of wine.

Chunyu said, "They sold fox fur and yellow leaves before. The fox fur was sold for 200 yuan, but the yellow leaves were only 10 yuan!

These people from the supply and marketing cooperative are bullying the Oroqen people!"

The old man looked outside and staggered again. A few men wearing roe deer skin hats with roe deer horns on them came in. They were all Oroqen people who came out of the mountains.

The little old man was about to cry.

The old man shouted, "This is the country's money. I gave it according to the standard price. I didn't bargain for it. The fox fur has big holes and small eyes. I gave it this price to take into account the ethnic policy!"

"The money is useless to them. Look, they've exchanged it all for wine!"

Jiang He took another look and saw boxes of Beida Cang liquor outside the door, the cheapest kind with 60% alcohol.

The 52-degree one is more expensive, and it is said to be blended with some southern sauce-flavored liquor.

The old man was really afraid that these Oroqen people would open fire in the store, but it would be in vain to shoot or kill them, because it is not illegal for the Oroqen to kill.

Don't laugh, this is not a joke these days.

Because even if it is illegal, you can still go to the mountains to arrest people.

Just ask Lei Dajun if he dares to take all the people in the institute to the village where the Oroqen people live to arrest people, and you will know.

Jiang He quickly pushed everyone out. Fortunately, these people could speak some Mandarin, so they could make themselves understood by using gestures.

I don’t know what he said, but a young man started yelling and hitting me.

Jiang He blocked the man's eyes with a punch and kicked him in the stomach, knocking him over.

As a result, three or five young people rushed up together.

The spring rain became urgent, and it swung its axe towards the rivers, killing anyone who crossed the line.

You're not listening yet? I grabbed the willow tree used for roadside landscaping.

I don’t know whether the tree roots are not deep enough or the soil is not frozen hard enough.

The spring rain made two loud noises, pulling up the willow tree, which was as thick as a calf, by its roots and smashing it down on the head.

Jiang He screamed, and Liu Er knelt down immediately, really kneeling, not pretending.

The spring rain slammed down on the willow trees, and all the drunk Oroqen people were subdued.

The meaning of surrendering does not mean begging for mercy or anything like that.

People in Northeast China care a lot about face, especially men. It’s no use trying to get me to do something stubborn or saying soft words to them.

If you have anything to say, let’s talk over a drink.

Several Oroqen men dragged them to a small private restaurant nearby.

The Oroqen people are even more straightforward than the people from Northeast China.

We sat down in the restaurant, but haven’t ordered any food yet. Come on, let’s have a drink first.

A 200g glass, 60-degree liquor, a sip, a "ha" sound, it's so refreshing.

Jiang He and Liu Er followed suit and had a drink, but nothing happened either.

You are pretending to be a calf in front of me. Who doesn’t weigh two kilograms?

Drink half a catty first. Private service is really good. The young wife stands next to you, pouring wine and praising you. The emotional value is very high.

Even if the food doesn’t taste good, the emotional value alone is worth the price of the food.

For a table of five or six people, two dishes are enough.

One is cabbage stewed with frozen tofu, and the other is steamed pork belly.

Allow me to introduce these two classic Northeastern dishes.

Cabbage stewed with frozen tofu is just what it sounds like, nothing special, it’s a home-cooked dish.

It’s just a common home-cooked dish, which involves greasing the pan with a little oil, sautéing the onions and garlic, then stir-frying the chopped cabbage, adding soup, and finally the frozen tofu.

The soup is watery and without the frozen tofu, it would taste like stewed pork.

Nowadays, people can eat the pig food cooked in a big pot.

But it’s different in restaurants. They use animal oil and are willing to use more oil and MSG.

The inside of the frozen tofu is honeycomb-shaped. After absorbing enough oily and watery soup, it undergoes a miraculous change and tastes better than fresh and tender tofu.

This steamed pork belly is not made by steaming pork belly directly.

Instead, the pork belly is stewed in a large pot until cooked, then cut into thick slices, topped with chopped green onions, ginger slices and thirteen spices, poured with soy sauce and sesame oil, and then steamed in a steamer.

The meat, oil, soy sauce and soup mixed together tastes absolutely amazing.

Although there were only two dishes, the cabbage stewed with frozen tofu was served in a large enamel basin and placed on the table with a bang, taking up half of the table.

The portion of pork belly was a little smaller, just a plate with a diameter of one foot and only two pounds of pork belly.

The store also gave us a plate of peanuts and a bowl of pickled vegetables, all of which were egg sauce.

Not to mention the taste, just the service is better than any state-owned enterprise.

Jiang He felt that he was a good drinker and could drink two kilograms of liquor anywhere he went.

These Oroqen people had obviously drunk a few rounds, their eyes were wide open, and they knocked them down and grabbed their hands.

As a result, Jiang He only remembered that he drank a piece of frozen tofu, took a bite of the delicious steamed pork belly, and then he lost all memory.

When Jiang He woke up, he heard the sound of horse bells and the clatter of horses trotting.

His body was so hot that he was covered with three thick layers of roe deer skin. Looking next to him, Liu Er was snoring in his arms while hugging Chunyu.

When I looked up again, Chunyu's third uncle was holding a whip, curled up on the horse's shaft, and fell asleep with his head drooping.

Liu Er lay on the side of the carriage, his body shaking up and down. He could no longer vomit anything, and all he vomited was gastric juice.

Looking down at my feet, I saw a few younger Oroqen men accompanying a skinny old man, leaning on the car, chattering something and drinking from the bottle.

I watched as the bottle of Beida Cang was swirling and almost empty.

When they were drinking, there wasn't even a peanut.

Jiang He moved his body and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Go to Dalu Village, you take care of Chunyu, we have to continue drinking and drink it well!" A young man who can speak Mandarin but with a strange tone shouted.

"Fuck you, drink some kiba! Chunyu wasn't taken care of by you in her previous life. Now you're treating her like a relative... what the hell are you doing?"

Before Jiang He could stop cursing, the young man rushed over and grabbed his neck.

Damn, that drunkard is no good at all. He wants to kill me.