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

In the Xingan Mountains, apart from Lao Qian, the other hunters didn't like hunting wolves. Wang Guochang, in particular, found Qin Pao's wolf-raising practices perplexing. To the hunters of the Xingan Mountains, wolves were hateful, cunning, and extremely difficult to hunt. Many hunters in Niubei Village spent their entire lives hunting only one or two wolves; struggling against wolves in the snowy forests was a thankless task.

Wang Guochang, his resolute face softened as Li Ju'an wrapped his coat tightly around him. He composed himself, quickly exhaling white breath as he pulled the coat tighter around himself, and said, "You're right, we can't be worse than the younger generation. We can't take it off."

Li Ju'an led his mule across a stone bridge.

Lu Zhiqiang suddenly said he had an idea: "What the hell are you afraid of! Let's wait for the wolves to come under the Diamond Bridge. If we lure the wolves out, we won't have to hide anymore." He actually planned to light a cigarette, holding his hunting rifle in his arms, while waiting for the wolves to come.

Upon hearing this, Song Desheng also became excited, his blood boiling, and shouted, "Isn't this just a test of endurance? The wolf will definitely be right behind us."

Everyone knows that the wolf pack behind them is only about 20 meters away, not too far.

But when they didn't move forward, the wolves remained hidden in the woods, neither pursuing nor approaching. As long as they started walking, the wolves followed at a distance.

Sigh, it mainly targets people's mentality.

The group continued forward, and behind them they could hear the "crunching" sound of the wolves' footsteps on the snow, like ghostly apparitions, which was quite eerie.

Sun Weimin and Li Ju'an remained silent, leading their mules on their way without looking back.

Niu Jianghe also shouted angrily, "I can smell the stench of wolves! If this drags on, what will we do if the wolves pounce?"

Song Desheng and Lu Zhiqiang were even more agitated than him, shouting, "Who the hell is this 'neither too far nor too close' thing? Everyone has a temper!"

"That damn Zhang San, he's really good at being disgusting."

"Let's do it! Just get it done!"

The three men stopped and listened carefully to their surroundings, but the wolf's footsteps had disappeared. Instead, Li Ju'an, Niu Jianghai, and Sun Weimin, leading the mule and carrying the seriously injured Wang Guochang, walked further and further away.

Lu Zhiqiang actually climbed over the stone bridge and refused to move. He had set a trap with gunpowder.

Looking at the trap, Song Desheng suddenly thought of a question and asked him.

"What if the three of us get cornered by wolves in the snow?"

Lu Zhiqiang laughed and scolded, "Do you know the difference between us?"

What's the difference?

“Our ancestors were all hunters. My grandfather was a renowned wolf hunter. He once hunted down a Ussuri brown bear single-handedly. That was a bear weighing over 800 pounds, and he brought it back in a horse-drawn sled. Everyone in the village knows that. Do you think I would be forced into a trap by some wild animal? Are wolves smarter than me?”

"Tch, you're just bragging. Your grandpa and all that are none of your business. You're talking like you'd dare to face a bear head-on."

Lu Zhiqiang's face darkened; he'd been caught red-handed. He'd been so terrified by Tiger King's low growl that his crotch was soaked with sweat, but he was too embarrassed to let anyone see.

Niu Jianghe was young and strong, and even after enduring three days and three nights in the snow-capped mountains, he regained some of his strength after eating venison and cornbread. The more he thought about how he had been humiliated by the wolves, the more aggrieved he became, and he was determined to make the wolves taste the pain of his bullets.

He and Lu Zhiqiang set a trap together, and even laughed at Song Desheng for being cowardly.

Song Desheng said anxiously, "At least call Li Pao back."

Niu Jianghe disagreed, "Li Pao? What kind of gunner is he? He's even younger than me."

The wolf trotted up, and there came two male wolves.

One male wolf had a short tail, dripping blood, while the other male wolf had a gash in its ear, also dripping blood. They were clearly two wolves with minor injuries.

Lu Zhiqiang held his breath and made a silencing gesture with his finger to his lips. He led the two men back slowly. The two wolves dodged and weaved, trying to continue harassing them. Niu Jianghe had experienced the wolves' tricks before, but they were still using up their bullets, so he rashly fired.

Ahead lay a gunpowder trap; if a wolf stepped into it, the mine would explode. Suddenly, as Short Tail pretended to cross the stone bridge, he tumbled and fell into the snow. Seeing this, Niu Jianghe saw his chance and pulled the trigger, firing a shot.

boom!

The short-tailed wolf, startled, let out a pitiful howl and limped towards the stone pond at the bottom of the ditch. Another wolf with a gap-eared tail also tucked its tail between its legs and ran away in fear.

Niu Jianghe was overjoyed and grinned, "Damn it! Those two beasts are finally scared!"

He saw that they were just two wounded wolves, struggling to run, yet still within his effective firing range, allowing him to be extremely precise. He was determined to avenge this; otherwise, he wouldn't be worthy of the surname Niu! He would be a disgrace to the hunters of Niubei Village!

Unwilling to give up, and ignoring the shouts from Lu Zhiqiang and Song Desheng behind him, he picked up his gun and sped up the chase. Song Desheng and Lu Zhiqiang, fearing for his safety, also rushed to catch up with their guns.

The short-tailed wolf limped past the snow-covered cave.

The three ran after each other, but they couldn't find the snow-covered cave. As they chased each other, they suddenly lost their footing in the snow and fell into the cave.

The three regretted their fall the moment they hit the ground, realizing they had been tricked. The cave was 5 meters deep. Niu Jianghe twisted his ankle when he fell, and Song Desheng and Lu Zhiqiang fell one after the other, their intestines squeezing out from under him.

As the three fell in, they realized they were in deep trouble! There was a pile of white bones in the cave, likely from wild animals that had accidentally fallen in and died. The cave was too high, making it extremely difficult to climb out.

Damn, Zhang San is a genius; he even knows how to set traps and schemes.

In the end, Song Desheng was the one who regretted it. He had just asked what they would do if the wolf set a trap. And now, they had fallen into the wolf's trap.

There are many wolves in the Xingan Mountains, but few hunters hunt them because it's not worth it. The wolves' territory is between Niubeitun and Lijiatun, and hunters often encounter them leading hunting teams into the mountains.

While lying in ambush, the wolves suddenly remembered that in the autumn, they had driven a herd of deer into a rocky crevices. By sheer coincidence, one of the wild deer fell into a crevice. But once the deer was inside, the wolves couldn't reach it and could only watch helplessly. Therefore, the wolves remembered this crevice—a place they could enter but not leave. When they encountered a hunter they hated, they could trick him into falling into the narrow crevice.

Song Desheng cursed inwardly, slapped his thigh, and cursed Niu Jianghe: "You're a damn troublemaker! First you harmed your brother and Uncle Wang, and now you're going to mess with us too."

Niu Jianghe twisted his ankle, sweating profusely from the pain, but he still had the strength to retort, cursing, "It's all my fault! It was all your idea, setting a trap and a landmine. Otherwise, would all this have happened?"

Lu Zhiqiang was so angry that his face turned red and his neck bulged. He cursed, "You're blaming me? If you hadn't been nagging me about Li Ju'an being a coward and not daring to go against the wolf, would I have been able to set up a landmine?"

Outside the cave entrance, two wolves, Short-Tailed and Crooked-Eared, stood guard, trying to starve the hunters to death. They lay on the cave walls, howling arrogantly, their barbs a mix of taunts and sarcastic remarks, infuriating the three hunters.

Song Desheng fired two shots into the air, cursing, "You bastards are just like petty villains, getting arrogant when you're successful. Wait until Brother Li comes, he'll kill you all!"