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

"Luckily I was careful, otherwise these kids would have really gotten me into big trouble!"

"Brother, if we head straight north like this, will we be able to get through?"

“We can cross. The river is frozen over. Didn’t you hear what those bandits said earlier? They just walked right across. Let’s cross too, and then we can figure out where to go next. It’s a pity, there’s still so much stuff inside—food, clothes, and supplies—enough for us to use for years. Now we’ve given it all away! Let’s hurry up and get going, don’t dawdle.”

Qin Qiming was ready.

More than a dozen militiamen, carrying supplies, holding lighting equipment, and carrying rifles and pistols, looked very relaxed in their khaki military overcoats.

Qin Qiming saw this and was filled with resentment.

These bandits plundered the people, lived a life of plenty, and were even well-equipped.

The leader was clearly visible in the light; he was a blue-faced demon with a scar on his face.

After confirming that no one had come out of the bear cave, Qin Qiming turned his attention to the village chief.

The people in front are ready.

He buried the Mauser pistol in the snow and took aim.

"This snow..."

The beam of the flashlight swept across the snow, illuminating the scattered snowflakes, and someone was interrupted as soon as they opened their mouth.

"Fire!"

Instantly, gunshots rang out as militiamen lay in ambush in the snow, their guns aimed at the exposed bandits.

Qin Qiming and the village chief opened fire in succession, and with the addition of ammunition from the village's rifles, they instantly took down most of the bandits.

The remaining bandits had just reacted and were about to reach for their guns when they saw dozens of men around them abandon their rifles, grab machetes, leap up from the snow, and charge straight at them.

With a flash of light, the standing bandit was cut down to the ground.

"Qiming, you really are a prophet! That damned blue-faced devil really did turn back, grab something, and run away from here."

Qin Kang stomped hard on the blue-faced ghost's head, shining the flashlight beam directly into his face, and cursed, "You son of a bitch, you didn't expect to fall into our hands!"

The blue-faced ghost struggled to twist its head, trying to avoid the blinding light, but Qin Kang stepped on its head and forced its eyelids open.

The blue-faced demon struggled even harder, and the wounds on his body began to ache terribly.

"Untie me!"

"Stop your grandma's legs! Even our ancestors would find you disgusting!" Qin Kang cursed.

Qin Qiming removed the gun from the blue-faced ghost and examined it in his hand.

This pistol suited him well; it looked nice and felt comfortable to hold.

"Uncle, look at this gun..." Qin Qiming said with a grin.

"I know what you're thinking, kid. Here, take this pistol, it's pretty good."

"Okay!" Qin Qiming was overjoyed.

Qin Qiming examined the pistol closely; it was indeed beautiful.

The blue-faced demon trembled with rage, gritting his teeth.

How exactly was this place found?

I really hate it!

As the old saying goes, "He who spends all his time hunting will eventually have his eyes pecked out by pheasants and geese!"

"Why are you looking at me like that!" Qin Qiming glared at the blue-faced ghost's staring eyes and slapped him across the face. "Go to hell! If it weren't for you, I'd be hugging my wife right now! It's all your fault, you bastard, for ruining the lives of the villagers for so many years. You deserve to die!"

As Qin Qiming spoke, he couldn't help but kick the blue-faced ghost a few times, hitting him right on his wound. The blue-faced ghost was in so much pain that he bent over like a shrimp, his face turned pale, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead like beans.

"Alright, alright, killing them will cause trouble. The army has discipline; prisoners cannot be mistreated. I'll teach you how to beat someone without killing them later."

The village chief stopped Qin Qiming and told the others to take away those they could save, and to strip those they couldn't save naked and leave their belongings behind.

He still has to go back and report the situation.

"The Blue-Faced Ghost is quite famous; he's been hiding for so long."

The blue-faced ghost bent over, listening to the familiar voice, and looked up slightly at the village chief. He seemed to have seen him before, but couldn't quite place him.

“It seems you don’t remember, which is normal. You’re famous now, and more than twenty years have passed. How could you possibly still remember me?” The village chief didn’t care. “But it’s all in the past. Now that you’re in my hands, it’s time to settle things.”

The village chief glanced at the green-faced ghost, then looked at Liu Qingsong beside him.

"Do you want to beat him up? If not, just send him over there."

Liu Qingsong stared at the blue-faced ghost and calmly shook his head: "Send him over. No matter how great the hatred was, it should be put aside by now. I might lose control if I take action. We can't mistreat prisoners, although I can't do that."

The village chief nodded after hearing this, signaling his men to tie up the blue-faced ghost and take him away.

Whether the blue-faced demon is in great pain or not is none of their business.

But the Blue-Faced Demon cannot die; it would be too easy for him to die.

He must be kept alive and brought to the county town for a public trial.

"Uncle Tian, ​​we can't all leave," Qin Qiming quickly advised when he saw the village chief planning to go back to regroup.

"Why?" The village chief looked at Qin Qiming in confusion. "We've already caught them, can't we just wait for the army to come and take over?"

"Uncle Tian, ​​have you forgotten? Those guys just said that the stuff in the cave can last for many years!" Qin Qiming pointed to the bear cave. "There must be a lot of good stuff in there. If they use it for so many years, it's quite a lot."

Our mountain village lacks everything. The rocky mountain is so far from the bottom, and the road is difficult to travel. If it were enough for them to use for so many years, when would it take to move them all down the mountain?

Besides, Uncle Tian, ​​do you remember? Those people just said that the door over there and the middle door were both blocked.

Some of us will lead the way, while the rest will go inside and clear things out so that we can get through from the other side.

Qin Qiming glanced at the few people in front of him who were still panting heavily, and then said, "One or two of the survivors should stay behind to guide the way. None of us have been here before. What if something goes wrong when we go in?"

The village chief nodded: "That makes sense. There's no rush for the items. I'll go talk to Zhao Meng now. It's not realistic to transport everything down the mountain."

You and your uncle, Kangzi and the others should discuss it. I, Lao Wu and the others will take the Blue-Faced Ghost to find Zhao Meng. We must bring him there to put everyone's minds at ease.

Once he is captured, the bandit problem will be completely solved, and the surrounding bandits will be wiped out in one fell swoop.

After that, all that's needed is to deal with the spies in the city, and the region will be stable.

No one objected to this arrangement.

The village chief and the blue-faced ghost took away all the gold and canned food that everyone had. Metal currency could stabilize the economy, and canned food would allow everyone who had worked so hard to eat better.

There are still plenty of supplies below; no one will care about this little bit.

Watching the village chief and the blue-faced ghost leave, Qin Qiming said to Liu Qingsong, "Uncle, let's go straight in with some people. We need to see for ourselves just how much is hidden in this place, enough to keep them here for several more years!"

"Everyone go in?"

"Leave a few people to guard outside the bear den to prevent us from going in and getting into trouble, or to prevent someone from blocking us from the outside."