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

Old Qian had drifted off. He couldn't hear what anyone was saying, his mind was blank, and his thoughts were completely focused on his two dead sons.

When Lao Qin, the cannon wielder, saw that Lao Qian was distracted, he also noticed the wolfskin hat that had fallen to the side belonging to Qian's youngest son. He slapped his thigh and cursed under his breath.

Something's happened!

Old Qin and Old Qian were old acquaintances. Old Qin knew of Old Qian's reputation from years ago, especially his skill in hunting wolves. It could be said that no hunter in the entire Xing'an Mountains could compare to Old Qian.

But today, Old Qian's two sons and two hunting dogs all died in the wild boar forest. Coincidentally, what made Old Qian decide to shoot his younger son in the head was that wolfskin hat.

The strange things made Qin Pao's heart tremble, a chill ran down his spine, and goosebumps erupted all over his body.

Li Guaizi was still shouting, "Let's go set some traps too. The wild boars have scattered, maybe we can catch some jumping cats and pheasants."

When he ran up to him, he saw Old Qian's utterly bewildered expression and the bloody corpses scattered on the ground. He was so frightened that his scalp tingled and his whole body stiffened.

When he saw the wolfskin cap lying on the ground, he said with unusual seriousness, "Qin Pao, this is really strange."

The two of them had the same idea.

Not only Qin Pao and Li Guaizi, but all the hunters on this hunt were experienced. They were very skilled and would quickly descend the mountain if they encountered anything strange in the deep forest to avoid any further complications.

Old Zhang from the security department suddenly became a little nervous: "Qin Pao, did we knock on the mountain when we went up?"

The ginseng handlers would forcefully strike large trees with the back of their ginseng knives, a practice known in the ginseng-carrying gangs of the past as "knocking on the mountain." Old Zhang from the security department, who had once been a ginseng handler, strongly believed in this tradition. The idea was to scare away wild animals by striking the mountain, signaling to the mountain god that the foreman was going into the mountains to collect some ginseng.

On his way up the mountain, he picked quite a few things on the spur of the moment, his old habit getting itchy and he couldn't control himself. If the mountain god really blamed him, since he hadn't knocked on the mountain but had already picked so many things, who knows what kind of evil things might happen.

Old Qin, the gunner, frowned, but his tone remained calm: "What's the point of hunting? If we scare away the wild animals, what are we going to do?"

Old Zhang from the security department thought about it and realized that made sense. So, if something strange happened, it wasn't his fault.

All the hunters were discussing going down the mountain to end the hunt as soon as possible.

Someone in the team died, and two children died. It seems unlikely that the next time a new hunter comes along, or if the children want to go into the mountains with us, we won't be able to.

Sun Weimin sighed, feeling regretful: "We didn't kill many. Only four Siberian roe deer, one roe deer weighing over 350 jin, and two yellow-haired roe deer weighing over 200 jin."

He became increasingly unwilling to give up and shouted, "There are still two sows and a yellow-haired boar in that group of wild boars that we haven't killed."

He had a loud voice, and the hunters were all plotting how to take a shortcut down the mountain, so no one paid him any attention. Suddenly, Old Qian, who had been spacing out, abruptly threw aside his youngest son's corpse, stood up, and yelled at him, "Damn it! Keep the mother, don't hit the son!"

The sudden outburst caught Sun Weimin completely off guard. He was defiant, but he remained stubborn.

"What the hell are you doing? You won't let us chase wild boars? Did you build this mountain?"

Old Qian suddenly grabbed the gun barrel and, in a few quick steps, pressed it against Sun Weimin's temple. The hard metal barrel hurt his face and terrified him.

"What the hell? Uncle Qian, that's not fair of you. You used to hunt wolf cubs when you were young, and now that you've encountered a sow, you suddenly have a change of heart and won't let me hunt her. So what?"

The string of words made Old Qian even more agitated. He had already lost two sons and two hunting dogs, and was on the verge of a breakdown. Sun Weimin's words struck a chord deep within him, causing him unbearable pain.

His face flushed red, his entire face burning hot, and the gun barrel pressed hard against Sun Weimin's face, the veins on his forehead bulging with rage.

The hunters nearby were terrified and quickly pulled them away to persuade them to stop.

"Xiao Sun, you should say less. Everyone, come and try to persuade him."

Lao Qin, the gunner, pulled Lao Qian away. Lao Qian's eyes were bloodshot and frighteningly red as he glared fiercely at Sun Weimin.

Sun Weimin wanted to say something more, but he was so frightened that he shrank back and couldn't utter a sound.

Qin Pao shouted, "Divide the shares and go down the mountain! We'll just stay at the foot of the mountain for the next few days and not go up the mountain."

The hunting party descended the mountain in a grand procession.

The hunting trip was too short, and the catch was not plentiful.

Several animals carried four roe deer, one weighing over 350 jin (approximately 125 catties) and two yellow-haired deer weighing over 200 jin (approximately 100 kg each), which were being led by people, and began to walk down the mountain. The more than 20 hunters divided the meat according to their shares, with each person receiving about 40 jin (approximately 20 kg) of meat.

If you're assigned to a good spot, that's fine, but if you're assigned to a bad spot, like a smelly and pungent area on a woman's testicles, then someone will complain.

Sun Weimin was still not convinced, so he started setting traps and snares along the way.

He muttered to himself the whole way: "They only gave us two portions, that's hardly enough. We might as well have gotten some pheasants ourselves."

As he set traps, he suddenly stepped into a solid pile of fresh excrement.

He lifted his foot and looked down, and was secretly pleased.

It's bear poop!

He was walking slowly when Li Ju'an kicked him from behind.

"Just keep moving forward, why set traps? They're just a few greyhounds and chestnuts."

In the Xingan Mountains, this wild boar forest farm has many fruit trees, which attract small animals such as gray dogs, also known as squirrels, yellow-leaf weasels, and chipmunks, which are often seen there.

Where there are small animals, there will be carnivorous predators, so there are always wolf packs nearby, and if you're lucky, you might even encounter a bear.

When Li Ju'an saw that Sun Weimin suddenly stopped talking, he became wary.

Something's fishy going on. This kid isn't one to keep secrets; his guilty conscience suggests something's up.

Li Ju'an swept the ground and instantly burst out laughing. It was bear droppings, fresh bear droppings, smeared on the soles of the kid's boots. No wonder this rascal seemed reluctant to lift his foot; he was afraid Li Ju'an would find out there was a bear from the east and come out to clean the place.

Sun Weimin quickly changed the subject.

"Li Ju'an, your big tiger is leading the way. It's unreasonable for you, as the master, to follow behind. What, you want to be the cannon fodder? Or are you going to stay behind with me to cover the rear?"

He stepped on the bear droppings on the sole of his boot, his heart pounding with excitement. He strained his eyes to see which hole the hibernating bear was hiding in.

Every autumn and winter, the black bears of the Xingan Mountains store up fat, becoming plump and strong, all to safely survive the cold winter. Now, in this cold winter season, the black bears must have already hidden themselves in tree hollows, burrows, or other tree hollows to comfortably spend the winter, half-asleep in their burrows.

While Sun Weimin was making his own calculations, Li Ju'an's eyes were also scanning the vast expanse of hawthorn trees in the forest.

Will the black bear hide in the underground granary, the open granary, or the sky granary?