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

Li Ju'an looked up and glanced at Lao Qin, the cannon wielder.

Qin Pao's face darkened, and he was also staring at him.

Li Ju'an kicked the wild boar and laughed, "Qin Pao, I'm exhausted. I'll trouble you to find someone to deal with the boar. Don't let Zhang San drag it away."

Zhang San, in local slang, means "wild wolf".

Qin Pao frowned and glanced at the woods behind the wild boar.

At this moment, Qian's Erhei and dozens of surrounding dogs simultaneously started barking wildly.

The unusually loud barking alerted the hunters, who quickly raised their rifles and aimed them in the direction the dogs were warning them—the wild boar forest!

The Qian family's last encircling dog, Erhei, suddenly sprang into action and charged fiercely at Wild Boar Forest.

Old Qian shouted, "Erhei! Come back!"

Before the lead dog could move, more than a dozen surrounding dogs rushed out after Erhei, their menacing aura palpable.

The tiger twitched its nose, turned its head and stared intently in the direction of the wild boar forest, and also began its charge.

Security guard Lao Zhang squatted down and found a shallow claw mark next to the pine tree root. It was Zhang San!

No one knew how long the wolves had been lying in ambush, or whether they had been watching them from a distance as they hunted the wild boar. But they were certain that Li Ju'an was right.

If the wild boar isn't dealt with, Zhang San will drag it away.

The discovery of wolves during a forest hunt, with them within arm's reach, sent chills down the spines of every hunter. This wasn't fear, but rather excitement and a sense of thrill. The more dangerous the wild predator, the more excited the hunters become, their professional drive to conquer ignited. And now, with over 20 hunters working together, they showed no fear even against a small pack of wolves.

Hunting is all about the thrill!

The hunters then realized that Li Ju'an had already spotted the wolf's paw prints. Perhaps he knew there were wolves nearby even before the hunting dogs did.

There was something in the way Lao Qin, the gunner, looked at Li Ju'an.

His gaze softened slightly, but when he fixed his eyes on Li Ju'an, his expression remained icy, carrying the condescending authority of a superior lecturing a junior.

"You still dare to charge after spotting Zhang San?"

Li Ju'an wasn't afraid of him and said, "We won't know unless we charge ahead."

Old Qin, the foreman, was speechless after being refuted. So, they didn't even notice the dogs, and those who were slow to catch the ridge didn't notice either, but a novice hunter who had only recently started hunting discovered them? And he even killed two blond-haired dogs?

He kicked Li Guaizi, who was watching the show with great interest.

"You old fool, you're always stirring up trouble, all you have to do is waste your time."

Li Guaizi guiltily tilted his head back and gulped down a mouthful of liquor. He had indeed been trying to sow discord, but it was all for fun.

He's a real entertainer. He enjoys watching Li Ju'an and Qin Pao bicker, especially when Qin Pao gets the short end of the stick.

He chuckled and said, "Qin Pao, Little Li is really something else. Just look at how loyal Da Hu was to him just now. It's clear that Da Hu acknowledges him. You've come to him for years, and Da Hu wouldn't even give you a second glance. But Little Li has Da Hu completely devoted to him."

Old Qin, the gunner, kicked him hard and hissed, "Still daring to fan the flames? Get lost!"

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Old Zhang from the security department watched the dogs rush into the wild boar forest and said something fair: "Even with Big Tiger as the lead dog, he still can't keep things in check."

Generally, hunting dogs follow the lead dog. Only when the lead dog moves will the other dogs swarm in and follow closely behind.

But now, it's Qian's Erhei who's leading the charge, with the dogs following closely behind, which is quite intriguing.

The dogs barking fiercely and loudly ahead were clearly not far away.

Qin Pao made a quick decision, calling the hunters to set up their guns and charge forward, knowing the dogs would surely have found something.

Only Old Qian, his second son, and his youngest son stayed behind to deal with the corpses of the two yellow-haired bastards.

In Lao Qian's words, "What kind of bastards haven't I killed back in the day? I wasn't even afraid of Black Bear. These wild boars must all die today, and I'll make a big bone soup to bury with Da Hua!"

Big Flower was a good dog, Old Qian's precious darling. Big Flower died protecting its master, and Old Qian couldn't swallow this insult. So he stayed behind alone, leading his two sons to disembowel Yellow Hair, only then could the anger subside.

Old Qian, leading his large livestock and driving his sled, was about to take away the wild boar that had been processed.

Suddenly, he looked up and saw three wolves staring at him and the wild boar in the distance.

The mountains are dangerous; one should not linger. Especially without the protection of hunting dogs, one must be extra careful.

But Old Qian wasn't worried about any of that. He stretched his legs and found they were still agile. He then raised his gun to Old Qian's face and said coldly.

"Second son, youngest son, open your eyes wide and watch carefully as I make you two more wolfskin hats!"

boom!

The three-headed wolf seemed to have become a spirit; before the gun even fired, it had already darted away, and Old Qian's shot missed.

Old Qian finally saw the footprints on the ground clearly.

The wolf paw prints on the snow returned, revealing that going to the wild boar forest was just a pretext. His heart pounded; three wolves, in theory, shouldn't have dared to attack more than 40 hunting dogs.

Li Ju'an fired three shots just now, and the gunpowder smoke from the barrel was quite loud; it should have startled the wolves and sent them running far away. There are many hunters in the Xing'an Mountains, and the wolves have all experienced the power of hunting rifles; unless they have a deep-seated hatred for their prey, they should avoid them.

But why are these three wolves so bold?

He fired a shot, but the three-headed wolf merely shifted its position slightly, still following him at a distance, as if stalking and provoking him.

Old Qian had hunted wolves his whole life, and he had never seen anything so humiliating. He had gone into the mountains with more than 20 hunters, and they had provoked him by three wild wolves? If word got out, would he, Old Qian, lose all his reputation and face?

Old Qian cursed under his breath, and the three of them began searching for the bold wolf. Following the wolf's tracks, Old Qian and his son came to a thicket of bushes, wandering around for a while. Suddenly, they looked up and realized that their second son was gone.

He quickly used a knife to carve a mark on the tree, then tapped the trunk with a stick to carve his family's secret code. In the mountains, when someone gets lost, it's called "Madashan" (meaning "lost mountain"). He carved the mark; this method is called "calling stick."

If he were to shout loudly in the mountains to find his second son, he would not only lose his voice quickly but also waste his energy. Therefore, he used this conventional method to inform his second son that he was there.

dong dong dong.

A stick struck the tree trunk, producing a striking sound.

Old Qian waited for a while and actually heard his second son call out to him. So he quickly took his youngest son and headed towards the place where his second son had called out to him.

Previously, the second son of the Qian family had tried to shoot a cannon with a wheel axe but ended up with a bad result. Old Qian specially gave his second son a double-barreled gun from his back so that his second son could practice his marksmanship in actual combat. He carried a single-barreled gun on his back.

A while later he heard a gunshot.

Bang!

It was the loud noise from his double-barreled shotgun, and it wasn't far away.

Old Qian frowned, quickly running towards the sound of the gunshot, muttering to himself. "How could there only be one shot? A double-barreled shotgun can fire two shots in quick succession. Could this kid have been using the double barrel as a single barrel?"