Reborn in 1963: I Hunted and Stockpiled Meat During a Famine

The boy from the mixed-surname village is bold; he steps in whenever something happens without hesitation, no wonder he was able to kill the wolf.

No, the village must be thoroughly rectified; the current state is simply unacceptable.

After Qin Qiming entered the room, he found it filled with a strong herbal smell. Since there were no disinfectants, he could only use traditional Chinese medicine to reduce inflammation.

"Wash hands and disinfect, then sew immediately."

The herb gatherer never looked up, focusing intently on his work.

Without wasting words, Qin Qiming stepped forward and made his move.

He was somewhat surprised to catch a glimpse of the herb gatherer's skillful movements.

People nowadays have mastered the skills of cleaning, disinfecting, and bandaging? This is clearly not something that ordinary herb gatherers in the mountains can master.

In an era lacking medical personnel, this skill alone allowed a herb gatherer to find work in county towns or even provincial capitals.

If you join the military, the skill of wound cleaning will be even more important.

However, he stayed in Zhangjia Village to help the villagers with their medical treatment.

"Come here, I'm telling you to sew it."

Looking at Qin Kang's injuries, Qin Qiming was honestly very worried.

The wounds were enormous, all lacerations from bites, with skin and flesh connected and muscles intertwined. Without modern anti-inflammatory drugs, disinfectants, and nutrient solutions, it was impossible to determine whether the wound cleaning was thorough.

Another major problem is that wolf bites can lead to rabies, which has an incubation period. Once it develops, there is no cure and the patient can only wait to die.

Thinking about all this, Qin Qiming felt heavy-hearted as he stitched up the wound.

The village chief's family are all very good people. If something happens to them because of this accident, who can bear the consequences?

Qin Qiming concentrated and carefully stitched up Qin Kang's wound.

"Slow down, you're sewing too fast. This is flesh, not fabric. Who sews so crudely?"

The herb gatherer loosened his grip slightly, looked up in surprise, and stared at the stitcher: "Qiming? What are you doing here?"

"Didn't you say you wanted the wound stitched up?"

"When did you learn this? Your technique is quite good..."

"Oh, I've sewed clothes before, this is similar to sewing clothes," Qin Qiming casually made up an excuse.

The herb gatherer smiled upon hearing this, but his hands didn't stop; he continued cleaning his wound, head bowed: "Is no one else coming from outside?"

"They think sewing flesh is different from sewing clothes, so they don't come."

"If you use any more force, Kangzi might faint from the pain!"

Qin Kang lay there, groaning weakly.

"Going slower will hurt more, going faster will heal you and make you suffer less."

Qin Qiming acted quickly, and after stitching up the last wound, the herb gatherer checked it and found that the bandage was indeed very well done.

His gaze towards Qin Qiming changed, and he thought to himself: This young man is really something!

"Is he alright?" Qin Qiming asked.

"It's nothing serious. No artery was damaged; it's just excessive blood loss and exhaustion. After he's bandaged up, he just needs some rest and recuperation. He's as strong as an ox; there's no need to worry."

Qin Qiming was relieved after hearing what Uncle Yao said.

People safe is good.

From now on, you must be careful when going up the mountain. It's okay to go alone when you're close to the village, but once you're far from the village, it's best to go with someone.

"The wolf pack is only two miles from Zhangjia Village, yet they dare to act so brazenly! This is outrageous! What happened today? Tell me, how did things suddenly turn out like this?"

Qin Qiming recounted his experience of encountering the wolf pack on the mountain.

“Come on, I’ll go with you to take a look. Let Kangzi rest inside and don’t disturb him.”

The herb gatherer gave Qin Kang a few instructions, then took Qin Qiming out.

"How's the old medicine?"

As soon as they stepped outside, Liu Qingsong immediately went up to them and asked, "How is Kangzi? I didn't hear a sound."

"It's nothing serious. The injury didn't involve any bones or tendons. Just go home and rest. You'll recover in a few days and then you can eat normally again."

"Row."

Hearing what the herb gatherer said, the village chief felt a weight lift from his shoulders, and even smoking seemed to give him more energy.

“You’ve had terrible luck today. Since I came into the mountains, I’ve never heard of anyone directly encountering a large pack of wolves and being surrounded and attacked.”

"It must be because they stole the wolf pack's prey."

"Kangzi needs to take good care of his health recently. It would be best if he stayed in Zhangjia Village for ten days to half a month. He should not move around too much, avoid catching a cold, and not leave any lingering health problems."

The village chief extinguished his pipe. "Alright, I know what to do. Qingsong and Qiming, I'll take care of the wolf pack and the roe deer for now. I'll make it up to you later when I have the chance."

As the village chief spoke, he walked towards Zhang Nose. When he got closer, he looked at Zhang Nose's shiny head and suddenly laughed.

"Old Zhang, how's the village lately? Do you have enough food for the winter?"

"Qin Tian, ​​don't give me that crap. Just say what you mean, don't try to get close to me."

"Well, it's been a while since we last met, and I miss it a bit."

"stop!"

Zhang Nose raised his hand to interrupt, his face displeased: "If you're not going to talk, then don't!"

"So you, Zhang Nose, understand me."

The village chief's smile faded: "Qingsong's second daughter is about to give birth, and I planned to hunt a roe deer to buy new cloth and make new clothes for the baby. But somehow I ended up in a place not far from Zhangjia Village. Hunting here requires notifying your village, and you've helped us out. Now the whole village is waiting; there are rules in the mountains."

Ignoring the stares from the villagers, the village chief said directly to Zhang Bizi, "Today, I'm making a decision on behalf of everyone: we'll split this batch of mountain produce equally, half for each of us."

Old Mao and his companions were overjoyed to hear this. They had originally planned to go into the mountains to try their luck and hunt some game to sell for the winter, but they never expected that the game would come to them on its own!

If they were divided equally, each of the people who helped would receive at least one head, with some left over.

This way, there's no need to risk going into the mountains; otherwise, like those few people in the mixed-surname village, a small group simply cannot survive among the wolves.

Of the four people from the mixed-surname village, one almost died there and was carried back by the others.

They were all fighting for their lives, armed with knives and guns, even the village chief carried a pistol.

They simply couldn't have done it.

“The game you hunt has nothing to do with us. There are rules in the mountains. The place where you hunt is more than two miles away from us. Everything you catch belongs to you.”

Zhang's words dampened the joy of those around him.

"It's only right to help each other when encountering difficulties in the mountains. If I were leading the team today, and the people of Zhangjia Village were in trouble, would you, Qin Tian, ​​turn a blind eye?"

"Absolutely not. We will definitely lend a helping hand if you encounter difficulties, but these are two different things."

Whether I help you or not is my business. Although I have some opinions about you, I know you keep your word. Let's help each other out when we meet in the future.

Seeing the young men's dejected and dissatisfied expressions, Zhang Bizi angrily rebuked them, "What right do you have to ask for their money? You help carry things and expect to get half? Aren't you ashamed? If you're so capable, go hunt in the mountains yourselves. Whoever catches it keeps it. You want to take shortcuts when you're not capable. There aren't that many shortcuts for you!"

In front of Qin Qiming and the others, Zhang Bizi scolded the young people so badly that they couldn't even lift their heads.