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

Old Qin, the gunner, started it all, which made Li Ju'an's temper flare up.

Qin Pao, relying on his age, could lecture the younger generation, launching into a tirade of harsh criticism. If this were among the younger hunters in the village, none would dare contradict him. But who was Li Ju'an? A man who had lived two lives, had broken the law, and served time in jail, would he be afraid of a hunter from the deep mountains?

Li Ju'an immediately pointed to the corpse of the Qian family's white dog on the ground and said coldly.

"Hunting dogs are a hunter's right-hand men. What, you're not going to listen to me and go up there? The white dog is done dying, so the spotted dog will take its place, okay?"

The hunters gathered around, looking at the white dog's gruesome death with pity and sorrow.

The white dog's entire belly was pierced by the wild boar's tusks, its intestines and internal organs spilling out. It had been able to struggle a little before, but now its intestines, exposed and frozen solid with the icy snow, were a mass of flesh. The more pain it felt, the more it tried to move, but its intestines, stuck to the ice, were pulled back with a sharp tug, spilling its internal organs all over the ground.

In the Xingan Mountains, hunting dogs are like comrades and brothers to hunters.

Every hunter has a hunting dog that they've raised from a puppy to adulthood. Now, they look at the Qian family's white dog's corpse with deep empathy. These grown men, who are usually fearless, now all show heartbroken expressions, unable to bear the sight.

Old Qian's last dog, a spotted dog, was still hanging on Paolunzi's hind leg, baring its teeth and biting, refusing to let go even when it was exhausted.

Until Old Qian shouted, "Ahua!"

The spotted dog then realized that its prey was dead. As it released its jaws, the dog collapsed onto the snow, panting heavily, as if it had exhausted most of its life force.

Old Qin, the gunman, never expected that a young man would dare to talk back to him like that? He just opened his mouth and started talking back?

He opened his mouth, wanting to reprimand Li Ju'an, but found that all the hunters around him were looking at Li Ju'an with admiration in their eyes.

Qin Pao: "..."

He wanted to rebuke them, but he swallowed the words back down his throat and couldn't utter a single sound.

Li Guaizi looked at the exhausted dog, who was twitching slightly on the ground, and sighed.

"Old Qian, give the dog some water to calm it down."

The second son of the Qian family is slowly waking up, and the dog is also much better after resting.

Only the white dog's corpse was wrapped up and taken back to the Qian family after they went down the mountain.

Despite this incident, Old Qian still dared to continue hunting with his two sons. His bold and domineering nature made the surrounding hunters shake their heads in dissuasion.

Old Qin, the foreman, glared fiercely at Li Ju'an. He had lost face in front of the hunters because of Li Ju'an's sarcastic remark.

That brat, all brats, he actually has some nerve to talk back to him?

"Li Ju'an, you take care of the pig."

He was determined to make things difficult for Li Ju'an; he wanted to test Li Ju'an's abilities. This young man had actually managed to take down Da Hu, and Da Hu seemed extremely loyal to him. Da Hu was someone he had been desperately seeking for years! Furthermore, Li Ju'an's public criticism of him had left him deeply resentful, leading him to intentionally or unintentionally target Li Ju'an.

Old Zhang from the security department offered to help: "Qin Pao, Xiao Li is still a child. That's enough. Look how tired you've made the kid."

Old Qian and a few others rested on the side, taking care of the second son of the Qian family.

They hadn't put in much effort beforehand, but Li Ju'an and Pao Luanzi had fought fiercely for over ten minutes. Don't underestimate those ten minutes; in a real life-or-death situation, just two minutes can feel like an eternity, exhausting a great deal of energy and strength.

Logically speaking, the person who needs rest the most right now is Li Ju'an.

Li Ju'an didn't even glance at Qin Pao's cold face. Without saying a word, he picked up his knife and walked over to Da Pao's testicles to begin processing the wild boar.

He first plunged the knife into the pig's throat to bleed it thoroughly. After bleeding it out, he turned the knife and, starting from the pig's abdomen, cut along a straight line, pulling out the internal organs with a "whoosh."

He carefully pulled out all the pig intestines at once, without breaking the intestinal walls. Otherwise, the pungent and fishy smell of the wild boar intestines would have knocked him and the hunters around him unconscious on the spot.

Old Qin, the gunner, stared at him as he processed the wild boar, remaining silent without uttering a word.

Qin Pao had to admit that Li Ju'an's handling of the wild boar was very professional and composed, not at all like a novice hunter from the village. He carefully pulled out the pig's intestines, hung them on a tall pine branch, and began to chant incantations to the mountain god.

A group of hunters followed his chanting to the mountain god, their expressions devout as they respectfully worshipped the mountain god. Even Old Qian, who usually said things like "Our ancestors are the greatest, our ancestors will protect us," instinctively joined in the chanting.

"May the mountain god bless you to enter the mountain safely and leave safely."

After the hunters finished their prayers, they loaded their prey onto large livestock.

The cannonball was too big and heavy. He split the pig in two, and even the originally sharp knife became somewhat dull under the force of splitting the bone, which made Li Ju'an feel very sorry for it.

He thought to himself that he needed to sharpen the knife after going down the mountain, otherwise he would have to use his gun if he encountered danger again. It was fine at long range, but at close range the knife would be faster. In the dead of winter, if the hunting rifle exploded, he would be injured, or at least knocked unconscious.

Old Zhang brought over two large animals, one of which carried half a wild boar's meat and made a snorting sound.

Li Guaizi tilted his head back and gulped down a mouthful of liquor, then smiled at Lao Qin, the gunman.

"Qin Pao, don't look so grumpy, your face looks really sour."

"Don't target Xiao Li. If you ask me, Xiao Li isn't some idiot; he's got a lot of tricks up his sleeve, he's very shrewd. Take this 'raiding wild boar's rear end' thing, that's something hunting dogs do, so what does it mean that he can do it?"

Lao Qin, the cannon wielder, looked at Li Guaizi.

What does that mean? You tell me.

Li Guaizi dabbed his lips with the taste of alcohol, reluctantly capped the remaining few bottles of liquor, put them back in his bag, and laughed, "That proves this kid is worse than a dog! The king of dogs!"

Li Ju'an: "..."

Old Qin: "..."

The hunters were amused and burst into laughter. Li Guaizi laughed heartily, giving Qin Pao a way out. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to save face after being rebuked by Li Ju'an.

Old Qin, the cannon fodder, actually took the opportunity to come down the steps. Otherwise, once the steps were gone, he'd be in an even more awkward situation, unable to go up or down.

But he was still not friendly to Li Ju'an, and said coldly, "You're lucky this time, kid, that you weren't injured. Don't act on your own next time."

He looked at Li Ju'an with admiration and approval in his eyes as he processed the wild boar. Even if he was unwilling to admit it, he had to say that if it were when he was young, at 18, he would definitely not have done as well as Li Ju'an.

At the same age, Li Ju'an's courage and skills in the family village and even the entire Xingan Mountains surpassed those of other young hunters of the same age!