Reborn in 1965, I can obtain resources just by sweeping the floor.

Kaoshantun is nestled against the Lesser Khingan Mountains. It's less than two miles from Grandpa Hu's house to the foot of the mountain.

The thick snow crunched underfoot. For this hunt, Grandpa Hu had prepared two days' worth of rations and carried an old-fashioned hunting rifle on his back. Su Chen followed beside him, holding Grandpa Hu's old-fashioned bow.

Su Chen, who was entering the mountains for the first time, was very curious about everything. He couldn't take it all in with his eyes. As they went deeper into the forest, Grandpa Hu's expression gradually became serious.

"Kid, you need to remember one thing: dangers are everywhere in the mountains. There are not only large beasts such as wolves, tigers, bears, and wild boars. Although bears hibernate in winter, there are still times when they can be unexpected. There are also pits and cliffs covered by snow underfoot, which are equally dangerous. In addition, getting lost in the forest is also very deadly."

After a pause, Grandpa Hu solemnly explained some simple survival skills and precautions to Su Chen.

Listening carefully to Grandpa Hu's story, Su Chen occasionally observed the surrounding environment according to the methods Grandpa Hu taught him.

Shh! There are pheasants ahead.

Suddenly, Grandpa Hu stopped and stared ahead, signaling Su Chen to stop as well.

In this era, there are no wildlife protection laws. As long as you can hunt it, whether it's a tiger or a bear, you can cook it. Unlike later generations, where some people with ulterior motives have made humans worse than wild animals.

pheasant?

Following Grandpa Hu's gaze, all that could be seen was a vast expanse of white, and branches lying haphazardly; there was no sign of pheasants.

“Look closely at the bushes over there; you can see the bright feathers of a pheasant among the withered yellow trees.”

With Grandpa Hu's careful guidance, Su Chen finally discovered the pheasant hiding behind the bushes.

A small pheasant wasn't worth using a hunting rifle for, so Grandpa Hu gave the opportunity to Su Chen, which was also a test of the results of Su Chen's archery practice these past few days.

With his bow drawn and arrow nocked, Su Chen stared intently at the pheasant behind the bushes. Without much hesitation, he released the bowstring, and the arrow shot out with a whoosh.

Click! Click! Click!

The arrow pierced through the bushes and struck the pheasant squarely. The pheasant flapped its wings and flew forward three or four meters before finally falling to the ground.

"Big Black, go and bring back the pheasant."

Seeing that Su Chen's arrow hit the mark, Grandpa Hu nodded in satisfaction and then gave an order to the hunting dog beside him.

Grandpa Hu had three hunting heads in total: the black one was called Big Black, the yellow one was called Big Yellow, and the white one was called Big White.

Upon receiving its master's command, Big Black ran over quickly and retrieved the pheasant.

They continued their journey, stopping and starting along the way, until evening. Led by Grandpa Hu, they arrived at their campsite for the night: a small cave. Finding this cave would not have been easy if one were not familiar with the mountains.

After lighting a pile of firewood, Grandpa Hu began to prepare a wild rabbit. Su Chen squatted down beside him with great interest and watched carefully. He would probably have to spend the next few years here, and the more skills he could learn, the more secure his life would be.

While Grandpa Hu was roasting the wild rabbit, Su Chen checked his catch for the day: seven pheasants and nine rabbits, all shot dead by Su Chen with his bow and arrow. This made him feel very satisfied. It would have been even better if the prey hadn't escaped. After a day of practice, his archery skills had reached the beginner level.

Soon, a plate of golden-brown roasted wild rabbit emitted an enticing aroma. Although the seasoning only contained salt, it was enough to whet one's appetite.

"Master brought you a bottle of wine, have some to warm yourself up."

He pretended to rummage through his backpack, and a bottle of strong liquor appeared in Su Chen's hand.

Grandpa Hu never inquired about the origin of the strong liquor that Su Chen would occasionally take out.

"Staying overnight in the wild is very dangerous at night. Just have a drink, otherwise you'll be in trouble if you encounter a wolf."

After enjoying a glass of wine, Grandpa Hu glanced at the bottle with some reluctance, but finally suppressed his impulse and handed the bottle to Su Chen.

After dinner, the two sat around the fire, and Grandpa Hu began to teach Su Chen about wilderness survival and some hunting techniques.

At night, the howling of wolves echoed from the distant mountains and forests, waking Su Chen several times. However, seeing Grandpa Hu sleeping soundly, he felt relieved.

The next morning, after a quick meal of dry rations, Grandpa Hu led Su Chen on their way, heading deeper into the mountains.

In less than an hour, Su Chen had hunted four pheasants and three rabbits. At this rate, today's harvest would far exceed yesterday's. But after wandering around the mountains for so long, why hadn't he found a single large animal?

“Wait a minute, these marks were left not long ago. Look at the shape of these hoof prints. They were left by a roe deer. If we find them, we can go back today.”

Grandpa Hu suddenly stopped, pointed to a messy patch of tracks on the snow, carefully explained it to Su Chen, and then led Su Chen cautiously along the tracks of the roe deer.

After walking forward for about seven or eight hundred meters, we came to a low-lying depression where a dozen or so gray-brown roe deer were grazing on dry grass.

"You wait here, I'll go over there and set a few snares. After the shooting starts, the roe deer will definitely run that way. We'll snare as many as we can."

After carefully observing the terrain, Grandpa Hu quietly retreated to the exit of the downwind depression, used ropes to create several traps, and then quietly retreated back. At this time, the roe deer were still munching on the weeds, completely unaware of the impending danger.

"Big Black and Big Yellow, you two go over there and keep watch. If they run that way, chase them back here."

After everything was ready, Grandpa Hu had the three hunting dogs go around to another direction.

Once the hunting dogs reached their destination, Grandpa Hu made a gesture to Su Chen, who was already prepared. Su Chen immediately released the bowstring, and with a whoosh, a sharp arrow shot out, hitting a roe deer in the neck.

boom!boom!

Immediately afterward, Grandpa Hu's hunting rifle fired, and two roe deer fell to the ground.

Startled, the roe deer scattered and fled, and the hunting dogs lying in ambush in the distance immediately rushed out.

Su Chen fired a series of arrows, and the two roe deer struggled to run for more than ten meters before finally collapsing on the snow.

“We’ll ship all of these back.”

After killing the two roe deer that were snagged and retreating at the exit, Su Chen looked at the pile of roe deer on the ground and scratched his head.

A single roe deer weighs about 60 or 70 pounds, so nine of them would weigh about 600 pounds. The two of them definitely couldn't carry them back.

"A living person can't be killed by holding their pee, right? Sometimes the harvest is even greater than this, but we still get it out."

Grandpa Hu wasn't in a hurry. He gestured for Su Chen to watch from the side. Grandpa Hu then found some thick branches in the forest and used the rope he had used to make the trap to create a simple sled.

"Take these pheasants and rabbits, let's go, we'll definitely be back in the village by dark."

Despite his advanced age, Grandpa Hu carried two roe deer without any apparent difficulty.

“Master, so hunting is so easy. Then why don’t the villagers go into the mountains to hunt often? If the village organized some people to come in twice a month, people’s lives wouldn’t be so hard.”

During a break, Su Chen put down what he was carrying, rubbed his sore shoulders, and asked a question with some confusion.

Grandpa Hu took a deep breath, knocked the pipe residue off the sole of his shoe, and refilled the pipe with tobacco while chuckling and cursing.

"Do you think you're the smartest person in the world? In the past, some villages organized militias to go hunting in the mountains, and five or six out of ten times they came up empty-handed, or they would encounter wolves or tigers. The worst time was when a neighboring village sent eight people, and only two came back. We were lucky this time."

After Grandpa Hu finished speaking, Su Chen realized that he had been taking things for granted. He knew better than anyone else the principle of "living off the land and water." If it were that easy, the village chief wouldn't have gone out of his way to find Grandpa Hu.

After resting for a while, the two continued to carry their prey down the mountain.

"Wait a minute, kid. Watch my eyes. If I tell you to run, then run. We're being watched."