Reborn at 60: I Helped My Sister Get Rich Starting from Hunting

"Don't move! I'm going to fire two more shots!"

Even with insufficient light, Zhang Yang could still fire his gun while the prey remained stationary.

He aimed at the bear's head and decisively fired two more shots.

The gun butt rattled the snowdrifts and tiles on the roof, making it look like Old Jiang's house was really about to collapse.

Zhang Yang quickly came down from the roof, and the other three also grabbed wooden sticks and tried to poke the bear on the ground.

Thick blood flowed from the black bear's wounds, and the room was chilly; the smell of blood was even more pronounced at that moment.

"Yangzi! We've killed this black bear!"

"Damn! That's terrifying!"

Zhang Yang glanced at the bear lying upright in front of Old Man Jiang's house.

Goodness, that must be at least two meters tall!

Zhang Yang stepped on it and rushed into the house to check on the three of them. "Are you injured?"

Zhao Dong and the others shook their heads.

Gao Wu tossed the homemade gun in his hand and burst into laughter, "How can you get hurt with something like this?! This gun is really fierce!"

"It's not the guns that are fierce! It's you guys who are fierce!"

Old Jiang poked half his head out of the cellar. He glanced at the bear on the ground, then at the roof that was starting to leak snow. Clutching his still-shaken heart, he discussed with Zhang Yang, "Should we drag this thing outside first? Otherwise, this house will be buried by the snow that's blowing in soon."

Zhang Yang had the same idea. He stepped outside, grabbed one of the black bear's legs, and tried to drag the bear outside.

However, even after being dragged twice, it was still kicking wildly in the same spot!

"Gao Wu! You come out too! Help me drag it!"

Zhang Yang directed everyone to work together, "Dongzi and Gao Wen, push from the inside! Be careful not to get stuck in the door frame! Hurry up!"

It took four people a lot of effort to lift the bear out of the house.

Only after closing the door of the small house again did Old Jiang have the courage to light the kerosene lamp in his house.

The moment of light brought strength to everyone.

Old Jiang reheated the roe deer and potato soup and served it to Zhang Yang.

"Eat something quickly!"

Old Jiang was hunched over, his eyes fixed on the bloodstains on the floor, his face showing a hint of fear.

"This guy has tried to kill me so many times."

"But it probably never imagined it would die in my house!"

"That was really scary."

"I thought you were going to get eaten by it!"

It was at this moment that Zhang Yang glanced at Gao Wen and said, "I also thought someone was going to die."

Gao Wen had lost the courage he had shown just moments before. He took off his gloves, revealing his hands covered in chilblains, and rubbed the sweat from his palms. "I didn't think too much about it at the time. I just felt... I couldn't leave Yangzi out there alone."

Gao Wu chimed in, "Yangzi, don't be angry with my brother. If we don't give it a shot, and something really happens to you, neither of us will ever get over it!"

Old Jiang suddenly burst into tears.

"You two brothers have such a great relationship..."

“We used to have a few old brothers who would go up the mountain to chop firewood together.”

"But these past few years have been tough. One by one, they either starved to death or died of illness, none of them met a peaceful end..."

"If they were still alive, we old brothers could sit around a table together, eat meat and drink wine!"

Old Jiang's crying moved everyone to pity.

True friendship is revealed in times of adversity, which is truly touching.

The separation of the living and the dead is indeed the most heartbreaking thing.

In addition, having just experienced the death threat from the black bear, Old Jiang could release his fear and pressure through this cathartic weeping.

Zhang Yang patted the old man on the back, silently keeping him company while drinking his soup.

Zhao Dong noticed that the snow on Zhang Yang's body had melted, so he quickly told him to take off his coat.

"How can you wear something so wet? I'll take it and dry it for you! Otherwise, you'll know when you get old that when the weather changes, it chills you to the bone, and it hurts like being pricked by needles!"

Old Jiang, who had been burying his head in his hands and crying, suddenly looked up and smiled when he heard Zhao Dong's words.

"You look young, but you know quite a lot!"

Following this topic, Zhang Yang recalled two things that had been on his mind.

He looked at Gao Wen and Old Man Jiang.

"I feel that once farmers reach a certain age, very few of them have good legs and feet. Isn't there any medicine that can cure stubborn diseases like rheumatism and bone pain?"

Old Jiang hadn't even had time to wipe away his tears when he heard this, and he immediately burst into laughter.

"Even if such a recipe existed, it certainly wouldn't be cheap! It's not something a poor family like ours could afford!"

He thought for a moment and then said, "But I've been digging for medicinal herbs in the mountains for so many years. Some of them, when mixed with wine, can be applied to old, cold legs and help for a while."

Gao Wen did indeed understand medicine, but he didn't dare to overestimate his abilities and speak recklessly.

"I really have no experience with rheumatism and bone pain. I've only learned some methods for treating external injuries, but I'm not very familiar with problems inside the body."

Gao Wen recalled for a moment and then brought up another idea.

"For bone problems, oral medications are not very effective because they are not targeted. My grandfather said that for bone problems, you have to rely on traditional Chinese medicine. Find a skilled acupuncturist, and a few sessions of acupuncture will cure the problem. I heard that he has cured lame people before."

Zhang Yang quickly followed up, "Where can we find such an experienced traditional Chinese medicine doctor?"

Old Jiang: "Anyone with any real skills has been poached and sent to Zhenhai City. There are so many rich people there. They can afford to pay for medical treatment. Unlike us country folk, who bring vegetables and grains, but the old doctor refuses them, saying they were sent by relatives and that we can't even finish them all, yet we still have to pay..."

Zhang Yang looked outside.

"Taking down this bear is like opening a little gold mine! We'll try our luck and see how much we can get... When we have some money, we'll even hire a doctor to give you a leg treatment!"

Old Jiang waved his hand, "My old bones shouldn't be bothered! If I walk from here to the city, my leg will break, so there's no need to see a doctor."

Zhang Yang fell silent.

No matter the era, seeing a doctor is always one of the most troublesome problems for ordinary people.

Even in later generations, with advanced medical conditions and convenient transportation, many people still find it very difficult to see a doctor.

Not to mention in these poor rural villages in the 1960s!

Whenever he thought about this problem, he would remember the medicinal wine recipe that could improve blood circulation and cure diseases!

Once he has gathered all the materials and prepared it, even if it doesn't benefit hundreds of thousands of people, it can at least alleviate the suffering of those around him!

To replicate the secret recipe medicinal wine according to that formula, you first need to have enough money.

To put it simply, tiger bone alone is extremely difficult to obtain!

Like ginseng, it is probably a rare and precious item that is priceless and unavailable for purchase.

Other ingredients in the formula, such as chicken blood vine, aconite, white aconite root, and safflower, are not common medicinal materials in their mountains. It would probably take traveling all over the country to collect so many varieties.

In conclusion, capital is the most important thing.