Reborn in 72, I hunt to support my family and spoil my younger sister rotten.

Since we're preparing to deal with something big, we'll naturally need weapons.

He happened to know a place that had it.

Two days later, he took the pheasants and rabbits and headed straight for the forest farm ten miles away from Xiaoliang Village.

There used to be a few hunter slots there, but they were discontinued because of the scarcity of prey in the 60s.

There are still several shotguns and a large amount of ammunition there.

He heard this story from an old man when he went hunting in the forest in his previous life.

in the afternoon

When Li Xiangyang arrived at the forest farm, there were only two forest rangers there, while the team leader had gone out on business.

Li Xiangyang knew the two forest rangers; one was named Sun Yongliang, and the other was named Li Wenbin.

My home is nearby.

"Li Xiangyang?"

When Sun Yongliang heard the name, he thought for a moment and then remembered that the two of them had met before when they were hunting in the forest.

However, that was several years ago. Later, Li Xiangyang stayed in the village because of Su Yan, so the two didn't have much of a close relationship.

However, Li Xiangyang had a good relationship with Sun Yongliang in his previous life because Sun Yongliang liked shooting, so the two were partners.

"Yes, this is my first time here. I'd like to talk to your captain about something."

"To talk business?"

Sun Yongliang smacked his lips.

"You want to buy a hunting rifle, right?"

Li Wenbin immediately saw through Li Xiangyang's intentions.

"Hey, this forest farm is so remote, who would come looking for the team leader?"

"But let me tell you, that captain isn't easy to fool."

As he spoke, Li Wenbin twirled his fingers.

Li Xiangyang had worked at this forest farm in his previous life, so how could he not know the character of that captain?

He prepared a grand gift for this purpose.

The kind that money can't buy.

The three of them sat down together and started talking. When they got to the part where they were having fun, they felt like they had known each other for a long time.

So Li Xiangyang shared the rabbit meat and pheasant he had brought with the two of them. The two of them didn't stand on ceremony and took out various seasonings and mushrooms that had been dried in the autumn, and put them together to make a stew.

Just as the aroma of meat wafted from the pot, the team leader returned.

The team leader was in his forties and was completely covered up except for his eyes.

Upon seeing the three people and the meat in the pot, their eyes lit up instantly.

Although it is said that one should live off the land and water, hunting is not easy in the dead of winter, so he has not eaten for some time.

He immediately took off his cotton-padded coat, sat down, and started eating with the three of them.

After several rounds of drinks, Li Xiangyang finally explained his purpose to the team leader.

"Buying a hunting rifle?"

The captain looked slightly drunk. Although there were still hunters in the forest, they were practically non-existent.

Since it's a dangerous item, going through the disposal process would be very troublesome, so he kept it.

"Type 56 hunting rifle, 200 yuan each, bullets 1 yuan each."

Seeing that Li Xiangyang was a promising hunter, the captain quoted a price.

An ordinary person would have given up long ago; two hundred yuan is more than a rural person can earn in a year.

Not to mention bullets that cost a dollar each.

However, this did not stump Li Xiangyang.

A mysterious smile appeared on Li Xiangyang's face, and then he took something out of the pocket behind him.

It turned out to be a mass of snow-white snow frog oil.

This is exactly what Li Xiangyang took out from the forest frogs he caught over two days.

Li Wenbin and Sun Yongliang quickly pinched their noses and dodged, as if Li Xiangyang were holding a biological weapon.

But in fact, snow frog oil has no odor.

"What's all the fuss about? What do you know? This is a valuable item!"

The captain's eyes lit up. It's been years since we've seen so many of these. If we did, some people would be willing to pay a high price to buy them.

"Snow frog oil is definitely a good thing; even if you have money, not many people can get it these days!"

After Li Xiangyang placed the snow frog oil on the table, Li Wenbin and Sun Yongliang came over to take a look and also praised it repeatedly.

"Can we get a replacement?"

Before Li Xiangyang came, he estimated in his mind that if he took this handful of snow frog oil to the city to sell, it would be worth at least 300 yuan!

After all, this kind of thing is valued because it's rare.

That's enough, bro.

The team leader warmly took Li Xiangyang's hand.

This thing is worth about the same as the Type 56 rifle, but only an idiot would sell it for money.

The real use of this thing is as a gift!

In later generations, snow frog oil became much more expensive than bird's nest, and in this era it was a tonic that only a select few could afford.

No woman dislikes anything related to beauty and skincare.

The captain knows far better than anyone else how powerful pillow talk can be.

Once it's delivered, a gentle breeze will allow him to leave this godforsaken forest.

Li Xiangyang wasn't just giving the captain money; he was giving him a ladder to success!

"Brother, I'll give you a certificate proving you're a hunter in our forest farm. If you run out of guns and bullets, just come to me!"

The captain waved his hand and issued Li Xiangyang a hunter's license. Of course, it wasn't effective immediately; it needed to be reported before it would actually take some time to become valid.

With this thing, Li Xiangyang will be treated as an honored guest no matter which forest farm he visits!

The four of them drank until the sun was almost setting before the team leader let Li Xiangyang go.

And when they left, they even gave Li Xiangyang a bag of dried mushrooms that they had dried themselves.

Li Xiangyang, who had a high alcohol tolerance, sobered up considerably after stepping outside when the cold wind blew.

If my alcohol tolerance drops, I'll probably have to stay at the forest farm tonight.

After all, there are countless people in Northeast China who get drunk and fall asleep, never to wake up again.

Li Xiangyang hummed an off-key song as he slowly walked towards Xiaoliang Village, carrying his newly acquired Type 56 rifle and 80 rounds of ammunition.

The next morning, after sobering up, Li Xiangyang took his gun and bullets and went into the mountains.

Good hunters are made by being fed bullets, and they also need to calibrate their rifles.

After wandering around in the mountains for a while, Li Xiangyang fired twenty bullets. The first ten were for calibration. Later, he gradually regained the feeling from his previous life and could basically guarantee that he would hit the target within 200 meters.

That's already terrifying, considering the Type 56 rifle doesn't have an optical sight; within 200 meters, it's enough to make someone a sharpshooter.

Just as Li Xiangyang was about to go back with his gun on his back, a gray figure with a flowery tail suddenly appeared in the sky.

Li Xiangyang laughed when he saw this. He was just worried about what to eat when he got home that night, and now this pie had fallen from the sky!

This "pie" is quite something; its scientific name is Hazel Grouse, and its common name is Flying Dragon.

In later generations, they would be protected animals, with a minimum protection period of ten years.

At this moment, the flying dragon on the tree branch was unaware of its dangerous situation, while Li Xiangyang below took aim slightly.

A gunshot rang out, and a clump of bird feathers popped off Feilong's body as he fell straight down the tree branch.

Li Xiangyang carefully put away his gun and happily put away the Flying Dragon. Dinner was settled for the night; he could stew it with the mushrooms he brought back from the forest farm.

We're getting tired of eating rabbit meat every day, so I'm trying to improve my mother's and sister's diet.

When Li Xiangyang returned to Xiaoliang Village that evening, he caused a sensation.

A group of male educated youths surrounded Li Xiangyang, clicking their tongues in disapproval. After all, although guns were not controlled items in those days, only a few people had ever handled them.

The one in Li Xiangyang's hand was personally selected by the captain; it was practically brand new, and it was said that the last hunter had retired when it was delivered to the forest farm.

So I've never used it.

Li Xiangyang walked past the crowd with his chest out and head held high, carrying his gun, without even glancing at Su Yan, who was covered in dust and dirt in the distance.