Reborn in 80: Starting with hunting in the mountains to get rich

Old Tao's eyes widened, his expression quite interesting; he was so angry he was trembling all over.

He glanced sideways, his temper flared, and he started waving his fists and cursing.

"Get lost, you little brat! You've got your hands on your grandpa? You knew who your grandpa was all along, and you were still pretending!"

"What the hell is Grandpa? Am I that hateful to you? I swear to God, I stood by your grandpa's side for a whole day, just for a hunting dog."

Li Ju'an had a premonition, and while dodging punches, he circled the stall and shouted.

"Uncle Tao, what do you mean?"

"You damn brat, what do you mean? Tell me what you mean! Tell me what you mean!"

"Uncle Tao, just tell me if you're selling the dog or not."

"Look at you. If you have something to say, just say it. If you can't, shut up and get out of my way!"

The aunts and sisters-in-law all gathered around. Who wouldn't love to watch a good fight? They couldn't wait to bring a small stool, crack some melon seeds, and watch leisurely, occasionally offering their comments.

Li Ju'an and Lao Tao circled the stall several times without getting hit. Lao Tao was old and couldn't keep up with the young man's stamina. He was anxious and angry, panting heavily.

When Lao Tao was panting heavily, Li Ju'an stopped, handed him the Bat cigarette that had fallen on the ground, and smiled angrily.

"The cigarette has been lit; this is a gift for you, sir. When I return to the village, I'll visit you again to ask for a fine Qingchuan hunting dog."

He left the grouse meat and bear meat on the stall.

The value of this meat is enough to buy a ten-yuan note, which is no small sum.

The children playing with rubber bands nearby were still chanting a popular rhyme: "Poor Changbai, rich Sanwu, turtles and poisonous bastards whip bats."

Old Tao glanced at the Bat cigarette in his hand, borrowed a light from someone, lit it, and started smoking. He closed his eyes, exhaled a puff of smoke with great satisfaction, and looked completely relaxed. He then looked at the stall of good meat that Li Ju'an had left him, and sighed, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"You little rascal, you've already learned this trick at such a young age."

"That brat from the Li family, he'll really be something when he grows up."

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Li Ju'an knew that Lao Tao would definitely choose a well-trained Qingchuan dog for him.

Despite his volatile and eccentric temper, Old Tao is a truly loyal and righteous man, especially devoted to dogs, earning him the nickname "dog fanatic." Even wealthy mountain hunters from the south who offered exorbitant prices to buy Qingchuan dogs from him refused. He only agreed to let hunters in the nearby mountains, those genuinely needing hunting dogs, choose Qingchuan dogs. And for hunters who took a liking to him, he would even give them away for free.

The thought of soon owning a Qingchuan dog filled Li Ju'an with uncontainable joy.

The Qingchuan dogs trained by Lao Tao are all tough dogs! Especially Da Hu. One of them is stronger than ten, and he dares to compete with wild boars. He is known as the local "Jungle Warrior".

If he could own a hunting dog and a visible hunting rifle, he would be considered a true professional hunter in the Xing'an Mountains.

He counted the huge sum of money in his pocket. Today, he had sold parts salvaged from black guns and so much meat; the money he had hidden close to his body was enough to fill two stacks of ten-yuan notes. Adding the linden honey he had sold, the total came to a full 660 yuan.

600 yuan in that era was equivalent to 200,000 to 300,000 yuan in later years!

At the supply and marketing cooperative, a brand-new Type 56 semi-automatic rifle costs 1150 yuan, and a used one costs 950 yuan. However, he had two smuggled guns, so he could only sell the parts privately, which brought him nearly 660 yuan. Although the price of buying the parts this way was much lower than the price of the gun through official channels, at least he could get the money and then go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy a legal gun to get by openly.

A dirty gun is a dirty gun. In his past life, he was arrested and imprisoned for breaking the law. This time, reborn, he is extremely careful. He must switch to a properly sourced hunting rifle.

He was nervous, carrying a large sum of money close to his body, and his palms were sweaty. He left the market and went to the county supply and marketing cooperative.

The county's supply and marketing cooperative was very large, a long, ordinary brick-and-tile bungalow, about 600 square meters, without partition walls, only divided into areas. There were areas for hardware, grain, fur, medicinal herbs, and so on.

The villagers can sell their local specialties, medicinal herbs, and tea to the supply and marketing cooperative. In addition to its retail outlets selling daily necessities, the cooperative also buys furs, cotton, linen, and other local products.

Li Ju'an headed straight for the supply and marketing cooperative. Behind him were many mule carts, all carrying villagers who had come from the mountains to exchange medicinal herbs from the mountains for money in the cooperative's purchasing area.

As soon as Li Ju'an entered the room, he saw a sign on the wall that read, "No beating customers without cause."

He chuckled to himself. In the Xing'an Mountains, most of the deliverymen were short-tempered and didn't like to indulge customers. With both buyers and sellers having bad tempers, it could easily escalate into a large-scale brawl.

But as long as someone works at the supply and marketing cooperative, no matter what they look like, whether they are ugly or old, they can marry a beautiful wife.

Li Ju'an passed by the dazzling fur and fur purchasing area, the canned food and snack area, the soy sauce and vinegar area, and headed straight for the hardware area.

The supply and marketing cooperative's hardware section sells and buys guns, but only long guns, because the policy encourages hunting in mountain villages.

After disassembling and processing the black gun, Li Ju'an, having received the money, felt much more confident, and his gaze as he examined guns in the hardware section became much more determined. The receiving clerk, a young woman who had seen many rough, old hunters from the mountains, cast a curious glance at him.

He paid no attention to anything else, his eyes fixed on the hunting rifle on the wall.

单管猎全新270，旧的170。双管猎枪全新530，旧的420。56半全新是1150块钱，旧的950。

He considered it for a moment and decided to buy a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle that he could openly display, but he didn't have enough yuan in his pocket.

His gaze swept across the area, and his eyes lit up when he saw a long spear.

Mosin-Nagant!

He was no stranger to the Mosin-Nagant; in his previous life, when he went south with his partner to collect goods in the mountains, the old hunters he met used Mosin-Nagants.

The Mosin-Nagant rifle, with its grooved cartridge case design, is suitable for medium- and long-range shooting and is the first choice for professional shooting hunters.

After being fitted with a muzzle, scope, side sight, and stock, the Mosin-Nagant is almost identical in function to the 98K. Both use 7.62mm ammunition and have the same reload speed.

This bolt-action, magazine-fed rifle features a rotating bolt action and uses a one-piece magazine. Single shots are fired from the ejection port on top of the receiver, or the magazine is loaded using a stripper clip. The magazine is located in front of the trigger guard under the stock, making it very convenient to operate. With all accessories and fully equipped, the Mosin-Nagant is comparable to the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle in terms of versatility, and its handling is exceptional for long-range sniping!

The look of wild joy and excitement in Li Ju'an's eyes made the young receiving clerk stare with wide, watery eyes, full of curiosity.

A brand new used Mosin-Nagant is $780, while a used one is $650.

He made a quick decision, pulled open his cotton-padded coat, and rummaged through his inner clothes to take out the two stacks of ten-yuan notes he had hidden close to his body.

This series of actions of taking out clothes made the young receiving clerk burst out laughing.

Two thick stacks of ten-yuan notes were placed in front of the female clerk.

"Hello, I'd like to buy a Mosin-Nagant that's about 80% new."

Everyone around stared in disbelief—it was a huge sum of money!