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

Li Ju'an was overjoyed to have hunted down a large eight-pronged deer. Ignoring the snowflakes swirling in the blizzard, he ran all the way to the edge of the pine forest where the male sika deer had been hunted.

Male sika deer are robust and large, weighing approximately 150 kilograms.

The wild male sika deer's forelimbs were still bleeding profusely. He tore open the strip of cloth around his waist and tied it tightly.

In the harsh weather of the white blizzard, visibility was extremely low, unlike during normal hunting, so everything had to be done with utmost care. Fearing that the smell of blood would attract predators, he simply used his knife to cut a piece of pine wood to make a slipper, untied the hemp rope from his waist, tied the eight-pronged fork to his legs, attached it to the slipper, and dragged it away along with the slipper.

He didn't have time to linger and quickly dragged the eight-pronged horse down the mountain.

Along the way, he braved the blizzard, walked along the old path by the sea of ​​pine trees, and tried to avoid the upwind side as he quietly descended the mountain.

This time, he went up the mountain alone, and it was another day of extremely low visibility and heavy smoke. If the weather were clear, he would take a hunting dog and a group of his brothers, and they could "hunt for food." That is, find a sunny spot with a wide view and relatively clean conditions, kill a deer, and leave it there to rot and stink, attracting bears to eat it.

Bears are valuable from head to toe; their meat is edible, their hides are valuable, and their bile is a precious medicinal ingredient. However, they can only be caught in autumn and winter, which happens to be the right season.

During this season, the bears are preparing for winter. They have grown fat and bold. In order to attract them to the feeding area, you have to keep throwing rotten meat into this fixed spot to make the bears form a habit.

When Li Ju'an was collecting goods in the mountains of the south, he personally witnessed a group of hunters hunting carrion. This hunting method was extremely time-consuming and dangerous. Firstly, a large amount of carrion needed to attract the bears, and secondly, bears were extremely powerful; when they ran through the forest, they were about as fast as a jeep speeding across flat ground. If you were slow, being caught by a bear meant certain death!

As he walked, he recalled what the widow of the Chen family had told him about Old Tao's hunting exploits ten years ago and his reasons for retiring from the trade.

Old Tao's ability to single-handedly kill an entire cave of bears—regardless of the process—earns me a huge thumbs up for his courage.

He thought about it and realized that if he were to encounter a bear or other fierce predators in the wild alone, it would be impossible not to feel panicked.

As dusk fell, he dragged his newly made eight-pronged horse down the mountain. When he reached the edge of the rocky cliff, he noticed something crouching in front of him, its eyes emitting a ghostly green light.

He felt a chill in his heart.

It's true what they say, what you panic about is what happens; it's like wolves blocking the road.

Old hunters in the Xing'an Mountains often say that wolf packs are rarely seen. They usually see only three together; if there are five, it's considered a wolf pack. Legend has it that if you're walking at night in an area with wolves and someone taps you on the shoulder, never turn around. If you do, a wolf will be on your back, waiting to bite your throat.

Li Ju'an frowned as he spotted a wolf ahead.

He mentally calculated that, under normal circumstances, there should be another one behind him. He turned slightly to the side and glanced back out of the corner of his eye.

Ah, sure enough, there's another old wolf behind us.

Both wolves were old, and the old path they were walking on had a cliff side and was quite narrow.

This beast is quite cunning; it seems the two old wolves have been plotting this for a long time.

He sniffed the blood on the deer's scuff plate, realizing that the two wolves had planned this ambush. The blood from the male deer's forelegs was very strong, and even though he carefully walked downwind, the smell still carried. In the blizzard, the wolves were starving and must have followed the scent of blood and his tracks to the forest, risking everything to snatch the male deer from him.

Li Ju'an is determined not to give up the sika deer in his hands, so the only option is to take a gun!

The two old wolves crouched low, their sharp, cunning green eyes gleaming. One of the wolves in front stood up, ready to launch a close-quarters attack at any moment.

Wolves don't bite people on the neck, but on the legs. Once they've knocked someone down, they switch to their throats.

Li Ju'an reached behind his back for his Mosin-Nagant rifle, calculating the distance and speed in his mind. The two wolves' intentions were clear: if they could kill him, they would; if not, they would force him to jump off a cliff and get a deer for free.

He had just touched the gun and was about to raise it when suddenly a wolf's paw pushed off the ground in front of him, leaping up and pouncing on his face.

Suddenly, the wolf leaped up and pounced from the side, aiming to bite Lao Qian's arm. A wolf's bite force is extremely strong, reaching up to 200 pounds; if it bites hard enough, it can break an arm instantly.

Like a venomous snake striking, swift as thunder. Its gleaming green wolf eyes flashed with ferocity, its gaze sweeping over with a chilling intensity that seemed to shatter one's very soul.

There was no time to grab the gun; the spring lock of the gun was frozen in the cold winter. If you wanted to use the gun, you had to pull the bolt a few times in advance to open the spring lock, press in the bullet, and prevent it from exploding. The preparations before use were complicated.

Li Ju'an could smell the stench of saliva and the odor of wolves so close at hand. Suppressing his fear, a violent aura surged through him, his eyes bloodshot and fierce, his gaze fixed precisely on the old wolf's skull as if it were a dead object.

With a swift movement of his left hand, he pulled the dagger from his waist, while his right fist, with its prominent knuckles, struck the old wolf hard below its ear.

When a person is facing a life-or-death situation, adrenaline surges forth, and this old punch lands with a loud crack like a firecracker, delivering precise, short-range force that travels from below the ear to the brain. The instant the punch lands, the dagger also plunges solidly into the old wolf's heart.

The white blade was stained with blood. The old wolf howled, its mouth still firmly gripping his arm, and its body fell stiffly to the ground.

The old wolf weighed about seventy or eighty pounds. When it fell, its mouth was still wrapped around his arm, dragging him off balance. He pulled out his knife with one hand and flung the old wolf's corpse aside. His sleeve was torn, revealing the rattan handguards underneath.

Fortunately, he had taken precautions before going into the mountains. Otherwise, without the hand guards made of vines, even if the animal's bite wasn't quite a solid one, he could still suffer serious injuries that would take 100 days to heal.

He spat fiercely: "Beast!"

With a single, successful strike, one of the old wolves died.

Li Ju'an dared not be careless. He was panting heavily and quickly glanced at the wolf behind him.

He knew the temperament of the wolves in the Xing'an Mountains quite well, having often heard his grandfather and old hunters talk about them. These wolves were cunning, almost supernatural, and would not give up until they achieved their goal; these beasts were persistent!

As he was thinking, the second old wolf stepped forward, arched its back, bristled its fur, bared its fangs, braced its paws on the ground, and pressed its ears together, ready to tear him apart.

The old wolf behind him pushed off the ground with its hind legs and pounced.

Just as Li Ju'an had set up his Mosin-Nagant rifle and turned to the side, he heard a tearing sound, and a large piece of his cotton-padded coat was ripped off. He swung the sturdy barrel hard, and the old wolf howled, its attack deflected by the barrel.

He turned around and saw that the second old wolf was missing an eye.

The old wolf, with only one eye, had its face covered in blood from being shot by the gun barrel, making its fierce and ruthless aura appear even more ferocious.

He suddenly remembered what Uncle Lu from the village had told him years ago about hunting in the mountains. Uncle Lu's cousin had gone into the mountains alone and died there, torn apart by a pack of wolves. When the Lu family later went into the mountains to look for him, they found the ground covered in blood and wolf fur, as well as traces of blood from where people had been dragged away by wolves.

Later, when Uncle Lu was drunk, he started talking nonsense: "He's all talking big and calling themselves the boss. Our cousin was torn apart by that one-eyed wolf! We're saying, tomorrow we'll organize a raid and take down that one-eyed wolf! We'll sell its pelt and its meat! Then we'll get the money, big gold chains, small watches, and barbecue three times a day!"

Later, a group of people from the Lu family went into the mountains several times, but they never saw the one-eyed wolf again.

Unexpectedly, he happened to run into the heavy snow during a blizzard.