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

Jiang Wanchao looked at Jiang He's indifferent, even apathetic expression, and a chill ran up his tail and rushed to the back of his head.

But the gangsters rely on their mouths and thick skin. They stiffened their necks and said, "You don't want the money that's delivered to your door, and you're trying to be tough with us. Where can I find relatives like you? Take it, take it, take it all!"

Jiang Wanchao said this, waving his hand and asking Jiang He and the others to take everything out of the car.

Wang Shuqin was a little anxious, and was about to step forward with a cry of "ah".

A smug smile flashed across Jiang Wanchao's face. I knew it, how could anyone resist the charm of money.

Just as Wang Shuqin was about to step forward to speak, Jiang Dashan pulled her back and glared at her fiercely, not allowing her to speak.

Wang Shuqin was a little anxious. That was money, not just a few hundred or a thousand, but tens of thousands of dollars.

However, the man's eyes were wide open with an angry and serious look on his face, which made Wang Shuqin's heart skip a beat and she swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

The old ladies in Northeast China are very aggressive and take care of everything inside and outside the house. The men are bored and seem to have no ideas, so they listen to their wives in everything.

However, when it comes to major events in life, it is still the man who makes the final decision.

Jiang He watched Jiang Wanchao's performance calmly, then counted to three calmly.

Before he could raise his gun, Chunyu swung his axe like a robot that had received instructions. Jiang Wanchao screamed and fell.

Chunyu grabbed Jiang Wanchao by the back of his collar, hooked the axe over a waist-thick wooden block, pushed his head up, and measured his neck with the mirror-like axe.

"Brother, come and help me, pull his hair and chop his head off!"

"Oh, really chop it off?"

As Liu Er spoke, he stepped forward and grabbed Jiang Wanchao's hair.

Jiang Wanchao stiffened his neck and yelled, "Come on, chop it off, chop it off, or your father will beat you if you don't.

Fuck you guys! I've been around for years, I've seen all kinds of people and experienced all kinds of things. How can you scare your dad here?

Jiang Wanchao's shouting made Jiang He and Liu Er burst out laughing.

Chunyu was stunned for a moment, then reached out and pressed Jiang Wanchao's neck, snorting disdainfully, "I thought your neck was so hard, but it's nowhere near as hard as a wild boar's. I don't even have to use too much force!"

As Chunyu spoke, he swung the mirror-like axe in a beautiful arc and chopped straight towards Jiang Wanchao's neck.

Jiang Wanchao turned his head and saw the shining axe really coming towards his neck. He was so scared that he screamed and struggled desperately.

Liu Er cried out "Oh my god" and sat down on the ground with a handful of hair in his hand.

Jiang Wanchao also sat on the ground. Chunyu's axe grazed his scalp and hit the wooden block, splitting it in half with a snap.

Chunyu frowned: "What are you doing? Why are you hiding?"

Jiang Wanchao covered his bloody head with his hands, his crotch wet with fear. "What you said sounds like bullshit. If I don't dodge, you'll chop off my head."

"I give in, I give in, I admit defeat!" Jiang Wanchao shouted.

"It's not enough to just admit defeat. You have to have an attitude of admitting defeat!" Jiang He said with a smile.

Jiang Wanchao looked at Jiang He's smiling face and felt that he was just like an old man in the martial arts world.

Is this the expression a small farmer hunting in the countryside should have?

This fall was not unfair.

Jiang Wanchao immediately gave up. He said that he was just a bridge builder. To put it bluntly, he would make money when there was an opportunity, and cheat when there was no opportunity.

As for exports and overseas relations, that's pure nonsense. There are bridges next to each other and bridges built on top of each other, and there's no end in sight. Most of the time, the money earned is in a muddle.

The reform had just begun and the opening up was still half-hidden, which was also a feature of the times.

Jiang Wanchao explained everything clearly, and Wang Shuqin's face turned pale with fear. She almost lost the good things that her son had fought so hard to get, but someone else cheated her away.

So Wang Shuqin went back to the house, picked up the stove hook and dug towards Jiang Wanchao.

Jiang Wanchao covered his head and ran out.

The coachman got anxious and said, "You promised to pay me ten dollars when you hired my carriage, and now you want to run away without paying me a penny?"

The old man driving the carriage chased after him.

The bald old horse pulling the cart actually ran quite fast.

Jiang Wanchao didn't dare to fight with Jiang He and the others. An old man driving a cart chased him and scolded him, which made him immediately angry. He picked up a stone from the road and yelled, wanting to teach the old man a lesson.

"Grass!"

The old man cursed and swung the whip in his hand. The tip of the whip, with a shadow in it, made a supersonic sound that broke through the air right next to Jiang Wanchao's ear.

The explosion made Jiang Wanchao stunned and his head was buzzing.

The old man retracted and twisted the whip, and pushed the back of the whip, which was as thick as an egg, forward. The carriage passed by and Jiang Wanchao was hit in the stomach. He let out a scream and knelt on the ground.

The old man sighed and stopped the carriage, then got off with the whip in hand. With another whip, the leather jacket on Jiang Wanchao's body was broken into pieces, and then the old man kicked him to the ground.

"Fuck you, when your grandfather first arrived in Daxing'anling, there wasn't even this town.

I was driving a horse-drawn carriage and was surrounded by dozens of wolves. I used only this whip, even breaking the tip of the whip, to beat down eight wolves. My son's horse kicked down several of them.

You little brat, you're plotting against me, are you more powerful than a pack of wolves?"

Jiang He and the others exclaimed, it turned out that this inconspicuous old coachman and this bald old horse were not simple people or horses.

The old man pressed Jiang Wanchao and started beating him. The bald old horse pulling the cart rushed up, raised its front hoof and was about to step on him, but was slapped back by the old man.

The old man was beating him while cursing, “Damn it, if you don’t have money, then you don’t have money. It’s not like I won’t help you if you say a few nice words.

Why are you pretending to be such a big shot and bragging so much? You're so ignorant to bully us peasants, aren't you? "

The old man cursed and kicked Jiang Wanchao, his face looking so ferocious that he wished he could kill him.

Jiang Wanchao finally witnessed how fierce the old farmers in the Greater Khingan Mountains were.

Jiang Wanchao screamed in pain and finally used his fur hat to hit the tent, and only then did the old man let him go.

Jiang He couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "Uncle, that's awesome!"

"Damn it, what a piece of shit this bastard is! If it was a few years ago, I'd kill him!"

"Master, your horse is very intelligent!"

The old man immediately looked alert: "My horse has been with me for more than 20 years. It might die of old age one day and be worthless! Don't even think about it!"

The old man said this and hurriedly took the horse and left. When he passed by Jiang Wanchao, he looked at his miserable appearance and snorted, "Get in the car. For the sake of your hat, I'll take you to the forest farm!"

The old man is cruel and ruthless, but he has a kind heart.

Jiang Wanchao climbed onto the carriage crying and kept apologizing. He just wanted to leave this haunted place.

Jiang He didn't take Jiang Wanchao seriously at all. He thought he was just a liar who made a living by talking.

There is also a leopard waiting for me at Sanhe Forest Farm. That thing is worth a lot of money.