Reborn in 1977, starting with severing ties with family.

As expected, Li Chaoyang's next words confirmed Jiang Sen's thoughts.

“He was even more well hidden than the others. If Wang Weimin hadn’t been captured, he wouldn’t have been exposed. There must be a stronghold of theirs in the mountains, and there are even their people among us. We just don’t know if it’s one or several. So, we formed the Sixth Patrol Team. The purpose is not only to protect the forest from wild animals, but also to find their hiding places and meet up with them, and to dig out the enemy who is hiding deep inside!”

Jiang Sen thought to himself, "Just as I thought!"

"I understand!"

Li Chaoyang laughed, "Alright, get ready and go wait at the post office!"

The two parted ways, and Li Chaoyang returned to the field headquarters.

Jiang Sen went to the supply and marketing cooperative alone again, said a few words to Sister Ma, and then went to the post office.

When Bai Wenqu saw him arrive, he said to someone next to him, "Alright, he's here, you can go now."

The post office driver was Bai Wenqu's son. Nobody knew his real name, but everyone called him Xiao Bai.

Xiao Bai is very introverted. He smiles at people but doesn't say a word.

A tractor was parked at the entrance, its cargo basket already loaded with mail and packages from the forest farm.

After saying goodbye to Bai Wen, Jiang Sen put his things on the table, sat down in front with Xiao Bai, and drove away from the headquarters.

Tractors are not as fast as jeeps and trucks, but they are better than horse-drawn carriages.

We set off at eight o'clock in the morning and arrived at the team headquarters at four o'clock in the afternoon.

When Zhang Jianjun saw him return, he asked, "You're back?"

"Captain!" Jiang Sen jumped out of the car. "Why did you leave first without waiting for me?"

Zhang Jianjun laughed, "I have a ton of things to do here. Why don't you relax for a couple more days? Besides, you don't have to work or patrol the mountains, so what's the rush?"

Jiang Sen chuckled, "When are you coming up the mountain? I'll treat you to a drink!"

"Strong liquor? I bought a few pounds of it too. You should keep yours for them to drink!"

"Moutai!"

"Didn't you lose all of Mao?" Zhang Jianjun looked at Jiang Sen with some suspicion.

Jiang Sen quickly said, "There's another bottle. I kept it with the class monitor and didn't throw it away. I haven't been able to bear drinking it!"

Zhang Jianjun's doubts dissipated, and he laughed, "Then you'd better keep an eye on things when you get back. I'm not going. Don't let your squad leader drink it!"

Jiang Sen made up his mind that this time when he went up the mountain, he would definitely find an opportunity to take out what he had hidden.

Otherwise, they would bury it under the rocks and not take it out even if it didn't freeze.

The alcohol was fine, but I can't say anything about the other things.

If things go wrong, it might end up as fertilizer for the flowers and plants in the mountains.

This time, in addition to mailing more than twenty sacks of mountain goods to Kyoto, I also exchanged a lot of things for many other things for the sixth class.

A barrel of kerosene is an indispensable item for the small kerosene stove when patrolling the mountains.

There were also ten pairs of rain boots. It had snowed in the mountains, and some places were muddy and covered with rotten leaves.

My old shoes, once I stepped into them, would pull out something, leaving them and socks soaking wet and very uncomfortable to wear.

There are ten more raincoats.

The weather in the mountains is like a cat's face, changing in an instant.

With the sun shining brightly overhead, it might rain in the woods.

There are also some salt and sugar, etc.

There's no need to worry about food; the sixth squad receives more rations than other squads, which is more than enough for them.

Jiang Sen carried all these things up the mountain himself.

Of course, he didn't forget to buy more than twenty flatbreads and exchange a shovel for a lunchbox of pickled vegetables.

After spending the night at the team headquarters and having breakfast, Jiang Sen set off.

This was the first time he had walked this path alone since arriving at the forest farm.

Looking at the familiar surroundings, I felt incredibly comfortable, which dispelled much of the sadness of parting with my friends.

He was alone and walked quickly, returning to the camp before dark.

The camp was quiet; there wasn't a soul in sight.

But the stove was still hot, which meant that the old cripple was still there.

"Old cripple, I'm back!" Jiang Sen shouted.

The old cripple emerged from the woods on the side, carrying a pheasant in his hand and a gun slung over his back.

He looked at Jiang Sen with a smile, "Back already? You're in for a treat, that's why you just got here!" He raised his hand to show Jiang Sen the pheasant in his hand.

Jiang Sen put down his basket, walked over in a few steps, took the pheasant, and exclaimed, "Wow! It's plump enough!" He then took off his wine flask and handed it to the old cripple, saying, "Here you go!"

The old cripple took it, opened it, smelled it, and then closed it again. "If you're not tired, go kill the chicken. We'll have a drink together later."

In June, the temperature in the Greater Khingan Mountains was still very low, and people hadn't taken off their cotton-padded coats yet.

Jiang Sen was covered in sweat. He took off his cotton-padded coat, picked up a kitchen knife, grabbed a pheasant, and went to the nearby mountain spring.

"Why are you in such a hurry to take off your clothes? Keep shaking them out!" The old cripple couldn't stand it anymore and took Jiang Sen's cotton-padded coat back. "Put some on!"

"it is good!"

After putting on his cotton-padded coat, Jiang Sen deftly killed a chicken, while the old cripple boiled a pot of water.

The two men sat by the door, one smoking and the other plucking feathers from a chicken.

They chatted intermittently, saying one sentence at a time.

"Has the ocean gone back?" the old cripple suddenly asked.

Jiang Sen turned to look at him; the old cripple should also know Wang Haiyang's identity.

But they call each other so affectionately, as if they're very familiar with each other.

"Okay!" Jiang Sen responded, "He left in a hurry and left all his things with me. I'll see if there's anything good in there, and I'll share half with you, hehe..."

"Hehe..." The old cripple laughed too, "This kid shouldn't have come here, he should have gone to the army and fought on the battlefield! But he's too naive and needs more training."

Jiang Sen thought to himself, "He may be a bit naive, but it depends on the situation."

For example, when it comes to doing business, they're not simpletons at all; they're shrewder than monkeys.

"When I have free time in the future, I'll get more nice things and send them to him."

"it is good!"

The two were silent for a while.

Jiang Sen felt that the old cripple should send something to Wang Haiyang, not to Wang Haiyang, but to his father.

Could it be that the person who saved the old commander, as rumored, is Wang Haiyang's father?

Jiang Sen might think about it, but he wouldn't be foolish enough to ask it out loud.

The more people help him source mountain products, the more money he earns.

"From now on, I'll buy you all your strong liquor!" Jiang Sen said, then suddenly remembered how to check on the hidden things, and sighed, "What a pity about all my old stuff! Moutai!"

"Moutai?" The old cripple's last remaining eye lit up immediately. "I had some at a victory celebration once, it was really delicious! What do you mean by 'it's a pity'?"

Jiang Sen then recounted Liao Zhongyi's story.

"That guy is awful! Not only did he steal things, but he also lured a bear here to try and kill me! The manager is furious!"

The old cripple was furious, his voice rising, "He should be shot on the spot! This kind of person would be a traitor on the battlefield! Keeping him alive is a waste of food!"

“Yes!” Jiang Sen brushed the chicken feathers off his hands, picked up the basin and walked toward the spring. “They never explained where those things were hidden. I hope we can find them! But it’s probably hopeless. They’ve been through winter and they’re probably spoiled by now.”

The old cripple puffed on his cigarette, and only after Jiang Sen returned did he say, "No! Those biscuits and malted milk powder you mentioned, the tin cans might rust, and the Daqianmen cigarettes might get damp, but the liquor won't! Liquor, the older the better!"

Jiang Sen pursed his lips, trying to control the smile on his face.

He thought he was quite cunning.

They even took advantage of that old cripple; they're utterly inhuman!

However, if we don't do this, we really don't know how to get those things back.

If the old cripple found it, everything would be easy to explain.

Jiang Sen returned with a cleaned pheasant, sat down and started chopping it into pieces, saying casually, "He couldn't have hidden far away. The area around Class Two is only so big. I've been looking for him for many days, but I just couldn't find him. Oh well, he's gone! We'll buy another one next time!"