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

"Uncle Tian, ​​why did you turn the corner? Isn't Baijia Village over there?"

"Let's not go to Baijia Village, let's go to the other side."

As the village chief walked, he looked around.

"I thought about it when I left, and you're right, that guy with the green face is very cunning."

How could he so blatantly expose himself and make it so easy for others to find his hideout?

The mountains beyond Baijia Village are separated from the mountains of our village by a mountain road that stretches for about ten miles. Once you turn a corner, the mountains seem to disappear into the distance.

As for Baijia Village, they can only rely on themselves to be more careful.

Let's go check out that place you mentioned first. It's sparsely populated and remote, and our village is the only one nearby. If something really happens, our village will definitely be the first to suffer!

Qin Qiming nodded, determined not to let the tragedy of Baijia Village repeat itself in the mixed-surname village.

Prohibiting villagers from going up the mountain in small groups has proven to be the right decision.

If something like what happened in Baijia Village were to happen, the consequences would be unimaginable.

As they walked up the mountain, they searched for items under the snow. Although they didn't find many herbs, they still grabbed some rabbit food and put it in their baskets, not wanting the trip to be in vain.

Qin Kang laughed at him from the side, saying that he always took everything with him when he went into the mountains.

Qin Qiming didn't care about these jokes.

"Don't bother, we're almost there. If something unexpected happens, and you're carrying too much stuff, don't panic and lose your life here." Qin Kang said, trying to take the basket from Qin Qiming's back.

"Brother Kang, let me do it myself. You take a break. We'll need you when we get there, so save your energy." Qin Qiming refused.

"You!" Qin Kang shook his head helplessly. He had only wanted to take care of Qin Qiming out of habit, but after being told this, he realized that he was the one being taken care of.

Because the entire journey was along mountain roads with winding paths, they had to stop and start frequently, and almost the whole morning had passed before they were finally approaching their destination.

"Stop! Don't go any further!" Qin Kang suddenly called out to Qin Hao, his expression turning serious as he looked at the gradually thinning woods ahead.

This place is different from other places. He has visited less often over the years and is no longer as familiar with it. He needs to recall things from the past.

In addition, as Qin Qiming had mentioned before, if they were to encounter the Green-Faced Demon here, it was uncertain whether they could escape safely.

"Let's eat something to fill our stomachs first. We've been walking all morning, we need to rest up."

Qin Kang didn't rush. Instead, he found a safe place, unloaded the things from his shoulder strap, took out the warm cakes from his pocket, and began to eat.

Qin Qiming lay on the high slope, eating a pancake while observing his surroundings.

While he was eating, he suddenly choked and noticed something moving in the distance.

Upon closer inspection, it's a person.

A person wearing a gray cotton coat, whose face was unrecognizable, was walking forward.

This place is the closest to the mixed-surname village. Even the villagers have to walk all morning to get there, so they don't usually come here. Where did this stranger come from? What is his purpose in coming here?

Or perhaps he was actually one of the Green-Faced Demon's gang?

"Uncle Tian!" Qin Qiming lowered his voice, gently flipped his hand, and waved to the village chief.

Seeing this, the village chief quickly handed the pancake in his hand to Qin Kang and ran to Qin Qiming's side.

"What's the matter?"

"That man is suspicious. Our village is so close to here, but we rarely come here. Where is he from? Why is he walking alone into the mountains?" Qin Qiming said in a low voice.

The village chief looked in the direction Qin Qiming pointed and saw a figure walking on the distant rocky mountain.

"Where did this person come from?" the village chief asked.

"It emerged from the woods next door."

The village chief squinted and blinked several times, trying to make out the person's face, but the distance was too far and he couldn't see anything clearly.

"Qiming, can you see what that person looks like?"

"I can't see very clearly, the hat is covering it..." Qin Qiming said, when suddenly he saw the man scratch his cheek and pull his hat down to cover his face again.

In that instant, Qin Qiming saw the man's profile; there was a large black mole on the side of his nose that stood out conspicuously.

"What's wrong?" the village chief asked.

"That person had a large black mole on the side of his nose."

Upon hearing this, the village chief's brows furrowed instantly. "I roughly know who it is; there's only one like him in the mountains."

"Which village around here are you from?" Qin Qiming asked.

"Yeah, from Wangjia Village. This guy has no relatives or friends in Wangjia Village, and he doesn't get along with the villagers. He's always alone."

"Then why did he come here? Or is he involved with that blue-faced demon?"

The village chief shook his head: "Who knows? But that green-faced ghost wouldn't be so stupid as to let someone go up the mountain so easily. If he were that simple, we wouldn't have had to make this trip."

Qin Qiming nodded.

"How about we take a longer route, walk a few more steps, and go around from the side?"

"Okay, hurry up and eat. We'll leave as soon as we're done, otherwise we won't be able to get back to the village before dark. There's not even a place to stay around here."

After the village chief finished speaking, he went downstairs, while Qin Qiming stayed upstairs watching. He finished eating what he was holding before leaving.

After waiting for a while, Qin Kang led the way, with Qin Qiming following behind, and the group continued forward.

After leaving the woods, they took a long detour and the four of them started climbing the mountain from the side.

Qin Kang pointed to the spot, and the group went over to take a look, but found nothing suspicious.

After seeing the same thing in several places, Qin Kang was completely confused and began to doubt whether he had remembered it wrong.

Just as I was about to walk a little further, I suddenly heard a muffled sound coming from the ground in the distance, soft yet very clear.

The group turned their gazes to the village chief.

"Go quietly, don't make a sound."

They bent over and walked until they reached the approximate location of the sound, then they all froze.

There was no road ahead, only an almost vertical cliff.

"father?"

"Shut up!"

The four held their breath, and Qin Qiming showed half of his face, peering down.

How could there still be anyone here?

The thought had barely formed when he saw a pair of hands hanging down about ten meters below, followed by a head—it was the same person from before!

Then a foot came out and the man was kicked off the cliff.

A hush fell over the scene, as if nothing had happened.

"he died."

The village chief's expression changed several times; now he was certain that the entrance was below.

The main question is, how did those people from Wang Village get in?

"Uncle Tian, ​​let's go!" Qin Qiming said to the village chief, "Although he's dead, he must have left footprints in the snow. If we follow the footprints, we can find our way!"

So the group returned to the original spot and carefully followed the man's footprints.