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

Li Ju'an carefully carried the woven bag, which contained the Butterfly brand sewing machine he had bought at a high price, and he was overjoyed.

At the small train station in the forest farm, many people stood waiting for the train; hunters from nearby villages were all there. Some had sold all the meat they had brought, while others still had a few scraps of fur and meat left. Each hunter looked at the others, puffing out their chests as if showing off their day's catch.

Li Ju'an kept a low profile, standing in a corner and not chatting with anyone.

He was no longer the naive young man he was in his previous life. He knew that if you have money, you have to keep it to yourself and make a fortune quietly. You can't even boast about it to your relatives.

They laugh at your lack, and resent your abundance. This is human nature, which no one can escape.

New items have arrived at the Li family's earthen house.

The sewing machine, one of the three essential items, greatly surprised Song Lanhua, the mother.

When Song Lanhua saw a sewing machine being pulled out of the woven bag, she was stunned for a moment. She remembered that Qian Dingxiang, a sister from the same village who had married into Lijiatun, had a sewing machine at home. It was a second-hand machine given as a dowry when her husband got married, and Qian Dingxiang cherished it like a treasure.

Now, the Butterfly brand sewing machine that Li Ju'an brought home. When she saw it, the sewing machine head was covered with a piece of openwork gauze. When she lifted the gauze and revealed the "I" shaped head, the exquisite body and beautiful pattern were very attractive.

Song Lanhua's emotions surged and subsided like the ebb and flow of the tide, and her eyes suddenly reddened.

My son has grown up and knows how to care for his mother.

All the hardship and exhaustion she had endured raising her family alone over the past few years vanished in an instant, replaced by joy and tenderness for her son's hard work hunting in the mountains to earn money.

"Son, how much does this sewing machine cost?"

Li Ju'an smiled and casually said, "Mom, you guess."

"Such a good sewing machine must cost at least 80 yuan, right?"

"What a coincidence! It really is! As expected of Mom, she always guesses right."

He didn't reveal the truth. If his mother knew that the sewing machine cost 140 yuan instead of 80, she would jump up in heartache. It wasn't that he was afraid his mother would scold him for the expense, but rather that he worried she would feel burdened by the high price of the sewing machine.

Back then, a pound of wheat cost only 0.2 yuan. To buy a sewing machine, you needed the harvest from at least four acres of land, so ordinary families simply couldn't afford it. This became a source of pain for him when he was a child.

Inside the Li family's earthen house, the distinctive "clack-clack-clack" sound of the sewing machine was quite pleasant to hear.

Li Ju'an sat at the kang table, watching his mother Song Lanhua's hands turn the sewing machine. What he saw was the rapidly spinning handwheel, the light pedal, and his mother's focused expression. With each change of needle, she sewed exquisite clothes, curtains, and complete sets, making the colors in the house more vibrant.

His younger sister, Li Xiao, sat beside him, studying while eating the snacks and canned fruit he had brought home. Her sweet smile was sweeter than any candy, and as he watched, a soft spot in his heart was touched.

In his previous life, when he prospered, his mother and sister didn't benefit from it and didn't spend a single penny of his money. Now, reborn, he has retired from his life of crime and is only engaged in clean businesses, all with legitimate means of making money. He is determined to make up for the regrets in his mother's and sister's hearts, and for the regrets he has felt towards his family.

A classic "Butterfly" brand sewing machine made the Li family's earthen house a warm and cozy place.

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That evening, Li Ju'an took five bottles of Lao Sanwu cigarettes that he had bought in small quantities and went to the Tao family's old house.

The heavy smoke and snow gradually subsided, and he estimated that the forest farm would organize a raid the next day. He needed to replenish his ammunition before the raid.

Local hunters collect empty bullet casings and refill them with ammunition. This type of ammunition is cheap and quite effective.

Old Tao had homemade ammunition to sell.

In the kitchen of the Tao family's old house, Widow Chen was making sauerkraut dumplings for dinner. She called out, "Old man, I've chopped the filling. Boil some water; we'll stew the meat tonight!"

"okay!"

Li Ju'an had never seen Lao Tao so straightforward and obedient. Everyone said that the old widower Lao Tao was an oddball, but in front of the Chen family widow, he was as docile as could be. It really is true that one thing can subdue another.

He stood at the gate of the courtyard and shouted, and the widow of the Chen family came out warmly to greet him, shouting to the inner room for Old Tao to come out.

Li Ju'an glanced at Old Tao, who had come out. The old man's face had returned to its usual unapproachable, eccentric look, now serious and stern. Li Ju'an slapped his forehead and, without hesitation, smiled directly at the widow of the Chen family.

"Sister Chen, I'm going into the mountains to hunt tomorrow and I'd like to ask Master Tao for some bullets. Could you put in a good word for me?"

He handed over two 555 cigarettes, and the widow of the Chen family laughed and scolded, "We're all from the same village, what's with all this buying and selling? Old Tao! The young man asked you for bullets, so bring over all the extra you made last time. If you want fresh meat, go up the mountain and shoot some. Who wants to eat frozen meat? Young man, take more bullets, and you can shoot more meat later."

Old Tao had been looking at Li Ju'an with a stern face, but after his wife yelled at him, he lost his temper and could only turn around and go inside to get the box.

Li Ju'an looked up and grinned, saying, "Thank you, Sister Chen. These cigarettes are a gift for Master Tao."

Alright, I won't take money, but I'll at least take cigarettes.

I never expected Old Tao to become so agreeable with Widow Chen around; isn't that his weakness? It seems that next time I need Old Tao's help, I won't even need to bother buying cigarettes; just send frozen dumplings to Widow Chen, it'll be more effective than offering her several packs of cigarettes.

"Oh, no need, no need, young man, don't be so polite. We're all from the same village, no need for formalities. Here, have a smoke. Old Tao! Stop dawdling, did you bring the pack? Take more, bring ten packs."

A standard box contains 25 rounds of 7.62x54mmR ammunition, suitable for the Mosin-Nagant rifle.

The Mosin-Nagant rifle uses a box magazine design, with the magazine located under the wooden receiver and in front of the trigger guard. This single-shot rifle has a capacity of only one round, requiring each round to be changed.

Li Ju'an thanked the widow of the Chen family. Although she politely declined any gifts, he still placed the five Lao San Wu cigarettes from his pocket on the windowsill before leaving the Tao family's old house.

Old Tao, with a sullen face, walked to the windowsill, touched the 555 cigarette, then squinted slightly, and before lighting it with a match, he leaned in, put the cigarette in his mouth, and took a deep breath.

The subtle aroma of tobacco—it's pure, rich, and mellow.

That's really good cigarette!

Ha, you little rascal, you're pretty savvy.

Old Tao didn't stand on ceremony. He struck a match, carefully lit the cigarette, put it in his mouth, and puffed away. The expression of enjoyment he showed with his eyes closed was incredibly satisfying.

What seasoned smoker can resist the temptation of 555 and 575?

As Lao Tao exhaled smoke rings, he glanced at Li Ju'an in the distance with his glasses.

There is a shooting range right in front of the Tao family's old house.

He saw Li Ju'an walk to the entrance of the shooting range, quickly load bullets with a clip, load one bullet, put the remaining magazine into his pocket, raise the gun to his face and aim at the shooting range outside.

Li Ju'an raised the gun in his hand, and as soon as the gun was against his face, he aimed at the target at the shooting range in the distance with a 3.5x scope and fired immediately.

Bang!

The target at the shooting range was about 200 meters away from him. Under the magnification of the scope, he hit the target with a 7-ring shot.

Old Tao shrugged, chuckled coldly, and then shook his head.