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

The person who came was Song Desheng, a young hunter.

Last time, Li Ju'an used his connections to get a sewing machine ticket from Song Desheng, which was delivered by the textile factory's purchasing agent, and bought his mother a Butterfly brand sewing machine. Song Desheng wanted to befriend him and said that if he needed anything else, he could contact him again.

Li Ju'an listened to the nice words but let them go. Everyone says that no one gets up early without a reason. If he hadn't given Song Desheng money and benefits and asked him to pull some strings, this kid definitely wouldn't have been so busy.

He wanted to buy a mule. In the 80s, livestock trading, especially in rural areas, involved highly sought-after mules. Almost every household hoped to have a mule to help with production. If they could do anything, leading a mule around would save them a lot of trouble.

In the market, there is a type of person called livestock dealer. They specialize in buying and selling livestock, buying low and selling high to profit from the difference. Sometimes they even engage in forced buying and selling, making the buyer pay more and the seller pay less, thus disrupting normal market transactions. Li Ju'an wanted to buy a mule, but good mules had to be allocated from the production team.

So he gave Song Desheng another benefit, asking him to bring a hardworking and diligent mule from the production team.

Sure enough, Song Desheng arrived early in the morning with the mule.

The timing was perfect.

Li Ju'an was just about to go into the mountains to gather people, and if he could bring a mule, it would be a large animal that could transport large game. He would also be able to get a share in the gang.

Although Da Hu wasn't the leader of the pack this time, he got one share each: one share for the hunting rifle and one share for the mule. According to the ratio, each prey would get three shares, which was quite a good deal.

Song Desheng smiled broadly: "Brother, you have no idea, this mule that the production team assigned to my family is a treasure. If I hadn't gone to ask for it myself, the brigade leader wouldn't have been willing to give it to me."

Li Ju'an knew that this kid could put in 3% effort but still manage to exaggerate 10%.

He didn't care about those things and began to inspect the mules. There's an old saying in the Xing'an Mountains: "A long waist and thin legs mean a useless old man," which is a trick to buying livestock.

"Long-necked mules and long-tailed horses" are rare and highly sought-after livestock. They are stamina-rich and capable. In short, if you see one, don't hesitate, just buy it.

Secondly, you need to look at the hooves. Mules have narrow hooves, while horses have wide hooves. Narrow-hoofed mules are strong walkers, especially good at walking, and have good endurance.

Horses, when they walk, have a galloping momentum, so naturally they need wide hooves for both stability and speed. Pulling goods would be incredibly convenient.

Li Ju'an inspected the mule's physique and teeth, and was very satisfied with both. He immediately gave Song Desheng the agreed-upon benefits, picked up the mule, and prepared to set off.

Song Desheng followed behind him with a smile, like a little fanboy.

"Brother, this mule is a treasure of the production team. With this mule, you'll be like a tiger with wings when it comes to plowing, harvesting, transporting, and going on long trips to buy bricks, stones, and timber for building houses! It will also give you extra strength when farming."

Li Ju'an nodded, and as soon as he stepped out, he bumped into Sun Weimin, who was also rushing to the gathering.

In the family compound, only Sun Weimin and Li Ju'an from the neighboring households came out together. The Lu brothers were not there.

The Lu brothers were not on the list of those who went to hunt, because the Lu family had not been hunters for many years. Only their experienced big yellow dog was borrowed by Sun Weimin as the lead dog and taken into the mountains.

The Lu brothers didn't even inform their grandfather, but quietly accepted two cans of malted milk powder from Sun Weimin and lent the big yellow dog to the Sun family. Their grandfather is still unaware of this.

Sun Weimin was also taken aback when he saw Li Ju'an while drilling.

Sun Weimin, holding his Type 56 semi-automatic rifle and the borrowed dog Dahuang, looked Li Ju'an up and down and said in a sarcastic tone.

"Where are you going? You even brought your friends along! Let's go drinking, rolling dice, and playing dominoes for money!"

He stared at Li Ju'an's single-barreled shotgun and laughed, his smugness practically overflowing.

He weighed his newly acquired Type 56 semi-automatic rifle in his hand, showing off its automatic firing capability. The more he looked at Li Ju'an's single-barreled, single-shot Mosin-Nagant rifle, the more superior he felt.

"What can you do by going into the mountains with a single gun? You fire one shot and then reload, and you can't even take down a flying dragon after several shots."

He looked down on Li Ju'an, who had only recently entered the field.

In the village, an old man, his eyes glazed with drunkenness, came out, raised a bowl of strong liquor, and laughed loudly: "Little Sun, you! You are the god of guns in our Changbai Mountains, the god of hunting!"

Sun Weimin was an extremely accurate marksman, known in the village as "Money-Headed Cannon." His marksmanship was so precise that he could shoot a flying dragon right through its eye, and he could kill almost anything with a single shot. Even the old man who was drunk early in the morning knew about this.

Sun Weimin was flattered by the praise and was very confident in his marksmanship. He deliberately carried a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle and waved it in front of Li Ju'an.

"Li Ju'an, do you know how to do tracking? Are you doing surveillance or tracing?"

"If you're scared, just ask the gunner to change it. Just don't touch my hunting rod. We hunting rod makers have to be experienced. If we mess things up and the prey gets away, the gunner will have worked for nothing all year! He'll make you his scapegoat."

In this hunt, Sun Weimin served as the "driving stick," also known as the "sounding stick," responsible for scare the wild animals toward the predetermined target location. There was also a "intercepting battle," where both sides had to coordinate their timing to drive the prey into the designated area, and then the hunter with the best marksman would fire first, bringing the prey down.

Li Ju'an was assigned to be the tracking dog, while Da Hu was the head-up incense dog, serving as a stalking hound. It is said that the capable are given more work, and Da Hu was also very strong at the head-down incense dog, so the tracking work also fell to Li Ju'an.

To put it bluntly, the gang was just bullying Li Ju'an because he was a newcomer and had just won the title of the strongest tiger in Xing'anling. He did a lot of work, but the share distribution remained the same.

Sun Weimin was good at talking, but Li Ju'an didn't tolerate him.

Li Ju'an didn't even throw a punch, and lazily said, "Type 56 semi-automatic, what, you want to fire in bursts? You want to empty the chamber in the blink of an eye? You can't even kill a cannonball."

In the blink of an eye, the chamber can be emptied; it's just a matter of firing randomly, blindfolded, pulling the trigger and firing a series of shots.

Sun Weimin, a marksman known for his sharpshooting prowess and nicknamed "Money First Shot," was so enraged he felt like his chest was about to burst. He yelled, "Bullshit! I can shoot with my eyes closed, which is better than that piece of junk you're holding. What can you do with that thing in the mountains? What, poke a wild boar in the butt with that thing?"

Li Ju'an also said in surprise, "You're kidding me. Before the New Year, you gathered more than ten jumping cats together and told everyone you shot them with a gun, hitting them every time. Who doesn't know that those jumping cats still have marks on their necks from the sheaths? Don't you have any idea how those jumping cats died?"

Sun Weimin instantly turned red in the face and his neck bulged. He opened his mouth to refute, but couldn't say anything. His eyes bulged red.

He wanted to find a way to back down gracefully and save face, when Lin Mei came over with the hanging basket.

Sun Weimin closed his eyes in pain.

Damn it!

Lin Mei was sure to hear that; didn't he have any pride?

To be alive but unable to find a way to back down is truly pathetic.