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

As soon as Jiang He entered the yard, he saw his mother Wang Shuqin with a flushed face and tears in her eyes, rushing into the house with a steel chisel to poke the manure pit.

My little sister almost hung on my mom, crying and begging her to calm down.

Wang Shuqin saw Jiang He and glared at him fiercely, but tears kept flowing down her face, with a look of disappointment on her face.

Wang Shuqin's expression reminded Jiang He of the tears his father cried when scolding his mother, a sentence he would never forget. He had to sing it out loud.

In the past, when the uncle (ye in a low voice) and his family came to visit, I was so scared that I would shrink back and even had to hold my butt between my legs when I farted. I was extremely useless.

"Mom, don't worry about it, leave it to me!"

Jiang He was so tough that Wang Shuqin was stunned. "Leave it to you? How can I leave it to you?"

Jiang He twisted his neck, but he didn't have cervical spondylosis yet, so his neck didn't make any noise when he twisted it.

Then he wiped his head, and his short hair became messy like a hedgehog.

Ah, I am not a scumbag now. I don’t have wild long hair or tattoos all over my body.

"Mom, I'll take care of him. Don't scold me anymore!"

Jiang He said this, and stuffed his little brother into his mother's arms, then carried the handlebars and walked into the house with his arms swaying.

As soon as I entered the house, I heard the old man's hoarse voice: "Look at you, you wouldn't trade a piece of shit for a fried dough twist. Who the hell am I doing this for? It's all for your family. I'm trading a black bear for Jiang He to get a job in the forestry farm. What else do you want?"

"Brother, the temporary workers at the forest farm can't earn any money even if they carry heavy logs..."

A young and disdainful voice rang out: "That's forestry work, not much better than working in the fields. Uncle, we have reform and opening up now. With your stubborn brain, you will never make any money in this life!"

Jiang He sneered. His cousin was smart, but he was still carrying big logs in the forest farm. The money he earned was not enough to make trouble for himself. His family was so poor that they were almost broke, not to mention having a wife.

In his previous life, during the crackdown in 83, he was so depressed that he actually committed a crime against the wind and peeped at a newly assigned secondary school student while she was using the toilet.

At that time, whistling was considered hooliganism and punishable by death, let alone peeping at a girl while she was pooping.

This was an even more serious crime, and he was directly arrested and shot.

If he really raped her, Jiang He would still look up to him.

You are a stupid idiot who was shot for peeping at a woman taking a shit, and you come to my house to gossip about me. Who do you think you are?

When Jiang He entered the house, he saw his cousin Jiang Cang, who was in his early twenties, with his arms open and a scoundrel-like demeanor, pointing his finger at his father's nose and spitting at him.

"If you hadn't gone to my dad, you would have starved to death. Now you're just a blind fool, still whining. I give you face and call you uncle, but if I don't, you're nothing!"

My father was so angry that his face turned red and his fists were clenched tightly.

But his uncle Jiang Dazhu was sitting on the kang, smoking and nodding his head. His son was right, he was giving him face, and then he flicked the ash onto the kang.

Jiang He took a quick step forward, grabbed his cousin's hand that was pointing at his father's nose, pressed it against the edge of the kang, pulled out the knife, and with a bang, pierced through his hand and nailed it to the edge of the kang.

Jiang He's movements were so fast that no one in the room could react.

It was not until Jiang Cang's nailed hand began to bleed and he screamed that he reacted.

Uncle Jiang Dazhu suddenly jumped up and cursed: "Jiang He, fuck your mother, you, you..."

Jiang Dazhu jumped up and was about to slap Jiang He, but Jiang He grabbed the handle of the rifle and slapped it towards him. It hit Jiang He's face with a bang, almost flattening his facial features.

Jiang Dazhu covered his face and rolled over, screaming and cursing: "If it weren't for me, you, and your whole family..."

"Damn it, I've been talking about this Kiba thing for over twenty years. It's just that my dad is soft-hearted and kind. He's almost given his life back to your family. Isn't that enough?"

As Jiang He said this, he directly pushed the handle against Jiang Dazhu's buttocks, scaring him so much that he immediately dared not move.

"You, you, I am your uncle!"

"Uncle Jimao, if you give me face, you are the boss. If I don't give me face, what are you?"

Jiang He returned his cousin's words to his father exactly as they were.

Jiang He reached out and pulled out the invading knife, then thrust it into Jiang Cang's mouth.

The knife was against his throat, and Jiang Cang, who was screaming, suddenly suppressed the scream.

Jiang He's murderous look frightened everyone.

Jiang He sneered and said, "I'm no longer the cowardly boy I used to be."

Jiang He slapped Jiang Cang's face and said, "You guys really know how to pick the right time. If my parents aren't home, I'll fucking kill you!"

Chunyu leaned against the doorway and nodded continuously: "Yeah, just dig a hole in the ice of the Beida River and throw it in there, and no one will be able to find it."

"Haha, this is my kind of good spring rain!"

Jiang He put away the knife, but when he did so, he stabbed it to the side. Jiang Cang screamed and his mouth was cut open.

"Now, get out of here! If you dare to step through my door again, I'll drag you into the mountains and bury you!"

Jiang Dazhu cried and dragged his son out the door. When he saw Wang Shuqin, he jumped up again: "Look, look at the good son you taught, what a beast!"

"You beast! Who has a beast like you?"

Chunyu rushed forward and almost broke Jiang Dazhu's waist with a kick.

Jiang He ran out with a murderous look on his face, holding a knife in one hand and a pistol in the other. He was determined to throw this blind old man and his cousin into the ice hole today.

Jiang Dashan came up and grabbed Jiang He's hand, shouting in panic: "Son, don't, don't be impulsive, your uncle..."

"Dad, you're confused. You treat him like your big brother, but he treats you like a fool. Is there really such a big brother? Remember, kind people are often bullied, and kind horses are often ridden."

"Fuck it! I even got taught a lesson by my son. Damn it!"

Jiang Dashan cursed in anger, then turned around and vomited bitter bile.

Jiang He patted his father on the back. There is nothing wrong with being kind, but being too kind will bring you a lot of problems.

"I killed a black bear. Tomorrow I'll sell the bear's gall and take you to the hospital."

Jiang Dashan waved his hand: "It's nothing, it won't take a few days, just take care of it for a while, it's a waste of money!"

Jiang Dashan said, glancing at Jiang He's gun, "Where did you get this gun?"

"I snatched it from the old Miao family!" Jiang He proudly told the story of the old Miao family.

"You're not going to pay it back?"

"No, I just need a good one. I'm going to make a living by hunting from now on."

Wang Shuqin couldn't help but say, "Hunting, hunting, that's all you do. You and your dad have been hunting for years, but you haven't saved any money. You've been climbing on ice and snow, and you've got all these ailments."

"It's different. This time we have guns, so let's pick the big ones!" Jiang He said proudly.

Wang Shuqin sighed, "My son, let's focus on farming. Hunting is too dangerous.

A while ago, there was a guy in Ercha River who was riddled with a black bear. His intestines were almost hanging out of his buttocks, and he was paid 56 and a half.

Jiang He laughed and said, "I was reborn, how can it be the same?"

Chunyu laughed foolishly, "Hunting is good, hunting is good, there is meat to eat!"

Wang Shuqin was about to say something, but Jiang Dashan sighed and pulled her back.

The child has grown up and has his own ideas, so it’s hard to persuade him.

Wang Shuqin also sighed deeply, feeling a sense of loss as if her child was disobeying her, and then hurried to cook.

Chunyu was not polite at his house and made six steamed buns with two parts of flour (white flour and corn flour).

The sauerkraut stewed with potato strips is not very oily and tastes bad, but the sauerkraut soup is sour with a bright taste.

Buliuk pickled vegetable strips, mixed with chili oil, are crispy, salty, fresh and delicious. This is the taste. I miss you so much.

Bulyuk is a tuberous plant introduced from Russia. It is also pronounced in Russian. It looks a bit like mustard cabbage, but has a crisper texture.

Jiang He felt that the greatest benefit of being reborn was the body of a strong twenty-year-old young man.

By the way, I am still a virgin now, so I am in a trance all the time.

As soon as it was light in the morning, the spring rain came and lifted Jiang He's quilt. In the warm quilt, the coquettish smell of a twenty-year-old virgin rose.

Then Chunyu stared with her eyes wide open and screamed, and even tried to pull his torn shorts.

Jiang He covered himself with the quilt and glared at Chunyu, "I treat you as a brother, and you actually want to play tricks on my brother."