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

Li Ju'an parted the burning embers, touched them with his hands, and sniffed them. The stench made his eyes widen in shock.

"You beast! The stench is unbearable!"

He was somewhat disappointed that he didn't have any hunting dogs with him. If he had a tracking dog with him at this moment, the appearance of such fresh scorched earth would surely have excited the dog to rush out and quickly find the wild boar by following its scent.

But now, he is all alone and can only rely on his experience from walking the old pilgrimage trail with his grandfather in his early years to look for more clues in areas where wild boars often appear.

On the shady hills of Laogoubei in the Xing'an Mountains, there is a vast expanse of lush pine forests, which is also the area where wild boars most frequently appear in the forest.

Li Ju'an carried a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle as he walked through the pine forest. His boots crunched through the snow, and snow fell from the bare branches overhead.

This area is covered with animal footprints, large and small, deep and shallow. You could say that as long as you are bold and careful, you will find something.

He was lucky; he hadn't taken more than two steps when he heard the ferocious roar of a wild beast.

A large, solitary creature, with two sharp fangs hanging from its mouth and its entire body covered in muddy armor, was furiously scratching itself on the rough pine trunk.

The solitary male pig, also known as the lone rooster, is a boar that leaves the herd to live independently. It is known for its volatile temper and exceptionally fierce temperament. A lone rooster that can grow to over 250 pounds on its own in the harsh environment of the Xing'an Mountains has reached the peak of its survival confidence and physique.

Hearing the commotion in the snow from afar, the giant orphan remained calm and continued scratching itself, thoroughly enjoying the sensation. The pine resin, evenly rubbed against its body, relieved the unbearable itch. The entire pine forest echoed with the giant orphan's blissful groans and growls.

Without disturbing the boar, Li Ju'an slowly crouched down behind the bushes to observe it carefully.

He originally thought it was just a 200-pound blond-haired guy, but he didn't expect this guy to be even bigger than a blond-haired guy, weighing almost 300 pounds.

Generally, a wild boar will bring its mates and other offspring, forming a family; it's not just one boar, but a whole family that appears together. So in that respect, he's really lucky today. A lone lord is much easier to hunt than a group of wild boars.

His gaze fell on the mud armor hanging on Da Guzi's body, and his heart tightened with tension. This mud armor was incredibly thick! Luckily, he wasn't carrying an air rifle; even an ordinary air rifle wouldn't be able to penetrate such tough mud armor.

The Xingan Mountains are teeming with mosquitoes, and wild boars suffer greatly from their infestation in the summer, forcing them to soak in muddy ponds, rolling their sparsely haired bodies in a thin layer of mud. After being exposed to the scorching sun, the mud coats their bodies—a form of resistance against the mosquitoes. However, in winter, the mud-covered bodies cause intense itching, forcing them to rub against rough tree trunks to relieve the itch.

The forest is filled with pine forests, and the pine trunks have an extremely high oil content. The already hard mud shell is tightly coated with oil, becoming an even stronger armor. This increasingly hardened mud-oil armor is so tough that even the Emei EM45 B-3 air rifle might not be able to penetrate it.

Li Ju'an stared at the large orphan, estimating the distance to be about 100 meters, and raised his Type 56 semi-automatic rifle.

He aimed below the ear, a spot on the head, at a distance of 100 meters. A shot from that spot with the power of a 7.62mm bullet would have brought the boy down almost instantly.

He aimed and decisively pulled the trigger.

boom--!

After a crisp gunshot, white smoke billowed from the breech.

The big pig was enjoying the itch, so it moved to a different spot. Suddenly, a blow blasted into its back, leaving a hole and sending the pig tumbling forward three times before its mouth landed on the snow.

Li Ju'an thought to himself: It's gone!

As luck would have it, at the same time he fired, Da Guzi changed direction. The bullet didn't enter the head below the ear, but instead pierced through the mud armor and lodged in the ribs.

If the head is hit, it's basically a one-shot kill, but if the heart is hit, the wild boar can still run away. Now, with its mud armor pierced, the intense pain and the anger of being attacked make the big boar bar its sharp fangs, fiercely staring at the bushes, and then charging forward with its hind legs straight at Li Ju'an!

With fangs like two sharp curved blades, it suddenly lunged forward from a distance of a hundred meters, determined to kill him.

The distance is too close!

He could smell the incredibly foul stench emanating from the man in front of him, along with the stench of blood emanating from the orphan.

Li Ju'an cursed inwardly: Damn it!

He raised his Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, feeling his heart pounding wildly. He almost used the barrel to block the impact of the large lone soldier's lunge, and pulled the trigger to fire another shot.

boom--!

The gun ejected its spent casings, and with the immense recoil, he was jolted backward. He'd blown the big orphan's heart out!

The giant orphan was struck in the heart, gasping for breath in anger, but it was still able to lunge forward.

In the extremely close-quarters exchange, after two shots were fired, the high temperature from the gunpowder explosion melted a patch of snow.

Despite the burning sensation in his hand, Li Ju'an continued to fire at Da Guzi's face with the butt of his gun.

The big orphan kicked out with all his might with his hind legs, his sharp fangs knocking the gun handle away. Li Ju'an was also knocked to the ground by the enormous impact.

The hunting rifle fell to the side, and he was knocked down while lying on his side. His cotton-padded jacket was pulled up, revealing the flesh around his waist.

Her soft waist was exposed to the large orphan.

The blood-soaked giant was much slower, but its sharp fangs were still extremely lethal, and it was about to lunge at his exposed waist and abdomen.

Li Ju'an's blood pressure surged to his head, and his mind went blank. This beast has become a demon!

His right hand trembled involuntarily as he suppressed his fear, a surge of rage coursing through him, his eyes bloodshot. He absolutely could not let this beast charge at his abdomen. Its sharp fangs were like scimitars; let alone a mere swipe or a ramming attack, the mere thought of such a charge would cause his intestines to spill out.

The shotgun has been knocked away; I need a more suitable weapon, damn it!

He felt the threat of death. The giant orphan's nearly 300-pound size and the beast's dying rampage sent his adrenaline soaring, and a sense of crisis surged within him. His eyes narrowed, and a fierce glint flashed in his brown pupils, as if a sleeping tiger had suddenly awakened.

He fought with all his might, veins bulging on his forehead, and drew the dagger from his waist. The muscles and veins in his arms bulged, his latissimus dorsi muscles stretched, and with tremendous force, he stabbed it hard into the area below the ear where the big boy was bowing his head and charging forward.

The dagger plunged deep into the area below the eldest son's ear.

Blood stained the white dagger, which plunged straight into the brain of the young orphan below his ear.

The inertia of the big lone wolf's protruding teeth caused it to gnaw in the snow, tumbling three times before ending up on its back with all four hooves in the air.

The sound of falling snow faded away, leaving only silence in the pine forest.

Li Ju'an stared at the lifeless giant boar, feeling his heart still pounding in his chest. He had often fantasized about having the chance to kill a wild boar, and today he had done it for the first time. His blood was boiling; the intense pleasure made his blood boil, and he exclaimed with delight!

"Damn! That's awesome!"

He kicked the stiff, reclining body of the orphan.

Two shots were fired, one hitting his ribs and the other his heart. If it weren't for the final stab, he and Da Guzi would both have died in the woods.

The lingering sense of crisis, coupled with the exhilarating thrill of single-handedly killing the lone prey, made his chest heave violently. Living on the edge of life and death, battling wits and courage against ferocious prey, fighting against the heavens, the earth, and wild beasts—the joy was boundless! Being a hunter was incredibly exhilarating.

He pulled out the knife and stabbed the orphan in the neck, starting to bleed him.

After gutting the wild boar, he took out its internal organs, rubbed them vigorously in the snow, then stuffed the inside of the pig's cavity with blood, rubbed it again, and then stuffed the internal organs back in.

The stench of wild boar intestines could knock him unconscious.

But then he thought about how offal was also meat, and how every household in the village lacked oil and fat, and how his mother and sister were pale and thin, malnourished. The meat of the orphan was smelly and pungent, and most importantly, tough to chew, but it could still provide the whole family with a delicious and satisfying meal, replenishing their body with meat and fat.

Li Ju'an took out a hemp rope, tied the hind legs of the big orphan, lifted it onto the pine wood slide, and dragged it back.

He was secretly delighted. Tonight, on the kang table, there would be a big pot of braised pork belly with sauerkraut, along with cornbread. That would be perfect!