Reborn 73 years later, he takes his mother-in-law hunting in the mountains.

Park Erpangzi didn't let Er Mangzi continue, and looked at the other people in the room.

A young man was sitting on the kang (a heated brick bed), a young girl was standing on the ground, and there were several members of the commune from Qidaogou.

He glanced at them, his gaze settling on Lu Yao. He looked Lu Yao up and down, then asked Er Mangzi:

"Who is this? I've never seen him before."

Er Mangzi said, "He's from Jiangzhou, surnamed Lu, and he has leather."

Park Erpangzi raised an eyebrow: "Jiangzhou? Never heard of it. But it doesn't matter, how much do you have?"

Lu Yao stood up and picked up a few burlap sacks from the corner.

He fell to the ground.

One bear skin, one leopard skin, five deer skins, and seven antelope skins were piled up on the ground.

Park Erpangzi's eyes lit up. He walked over, squatted down, and began to look at each one.

When he turned to the leopard skin, he looked at it a few more times, touched the fur with his fingers, and then turned it over to look at the leather.

I've examined bear skins, and handled deer and antelope skins.

After reading it, he stood up, dusted off his hands, and asked Lu Yao:

"Anything else?"

Lu Yao then carried over a very heavy bag, untied it, and inside were live snakes, coiled up and wriggling together.

Park the Fat Man peeked out and nodded:

"Okay, how many are there?"

"More than ten in the west."

Park Erpangzi then looked at the other two small bags.

Lu Yao opened it; inside was a bear paw and a bear gallbladder.

Park Erpangzi picked up the bear gallbladder, looked at it for a while in the light coming through the window, then brought it close to his nose to smell it before carefully putting it down.

He wiped his hands on his cotton-padded coat, looked at Lu Yao, and began to quote prices:

"Deer hide, twenty yuan a piece. Antelope hide, eight yuan a piece. Snake, two yuan for a large one, one yuan and fifty cents for a small one, that'll be seventy yuan in total. Bear paws, fifty yuan a pair, that'll be one hundred yuan in total. Bear gall, eighty yuan for this one." He paused, then looked at the leopard skin: "This one... has bullet holes, not worth much, ten yuan for this one. Bear skin also has bullet holes, thirty yuan."

After listening, Lu Yao didn't say anything. He bent down and picked up the pieces of leather from the ground one by one, putting them into the bag.

Park Erpangzi was taken aback: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Lu Yao didn't look up and continued to pretend.

Er Mangzi, standing to the side, grew anxious:

"Brother Lu, what's going on...?"

Lu Yao stuffed the last piece of leather into the bag, stood up, and looked at Fatty Park:

"Boss Park, the price you offered is only slightly better than the supply and marketing cooperative's. I drove all the way from Jiangzhou, and I didn't even have enough money for gas."

Park Erpangzi lost face, and his voice hardened:

"Young comrade, what do you mean by this? I, Fatty Park, have been buying hides in this area for twenty years, and I offer the fairest prices. Your leopard pelt has bullet holes, and your bear pelt has them too. What more price do you want?"

Lu Yao looked at him without saying a word.

Park Erpangzi then said, "If you don't want to sell, that's fine too. In this Qidaogou area, besides me, no one else can afford your batch of goods. You should think it over yourself."

Er Mangzi was caught in the middle, torn between two options. He looked at Park Erpangzi, then at Lu Yao, unsure of what to say.

At this moment, a member of the commune couldn't hold back any longer and interjected:

"Boss Park, this Comrade Lu is no ordinary man. Last night, Jin Biao brought more than a hundred people from Liudaogou, and he took care of them all. He killed Jin Biao on the spot, and his brains were splattered out."

Park Erpangzi's expression froze instantly.

He turned his head and stared at the commune member:

"What did you say? Jin Biao is dead?"

"That's right. Jin Biao and the five Jin brothers from Liudaogou brought over a hundred people, intending to massacre Qidaogou, but they were routed by Brother Lu and his men. Jin Biao himself died on the spot. You can go to the gully and see for yourself if you don't believe me."

Just now, Er Mangzi said that Park Erpangzi didn't believe it at all.

Now that it's been said, he's starting to believe it.

Even the story writers probably wouldn't dare to make up such a story.

Behind him, Park Si-er whispered, "Second Brother, I heard that Jin Biao left with his men yesterday afternoon and didn't go back today. And... one of his brothers went back, saying he was shot!"

Park Erpangzi's face turned pale.

He looked at the commune member, then at Er Mangzi.

Er Mangzi nodded in agreement.

He then looked at Uncle Guo on the kang (a heated brick bed), and Uncle Guo nodded in agreement.

"It was Comrade Xiao Lu who helped us kill the bandits and disarm them."

As he spoke, he pointed to a corner on the ground.

Park the Fat looked over.

Sure enough, there were several rifles standing there.

A short gun with a holster was hanging on the wall.

The word "gold" was written on the cover in red pen.

He had seen it before; it was indeed Jin Biao's sidearm!

Park Er Mangzi broke out in a cold sweat.

These people today... are they planning to double-cross me and kill me?

When he turned to look at Lu Yao again, his eyes had completely changed.

"You...you really killed Jin Biao?"

Lu Yao didn't say anything, he just looked at him.

His gaze was calm.

The look in his eyes didn't resemble that of a naive young person at all.

The seasoned veteran Park Erpangzi could see the murderous intent in those eyes.

He involuntarily took a step back and swallowed.

He's been here for twenty years, and the person he fears most is Jin Biao.

Jin Biao was a bandit by origin, with guns and men. Over the years, he has been suppressing him, stealing his business, and blocking his path.

He couldn't hide from them at all, and didn't even dare to show his face.

This young man in front of me looks to be only in his early twenties, yet he actually killed Jin Biao?

Park Erpangzi's two brothers also shrank back, looking at Lu Yao as if he were a ghost.

After a long silence, Park Erpangzi suddenly put on a smiling face.

After a long silence, Park Erpangzi suddenly put on a smiling face.

Judging from Uncle Guo and Er Mangzi's expressions, they don't seem like they're about to fall out, but this young man's expression might be a different story.

A wise man doesn't suffer a loss he can avoid.

So she leaned forward slightly, and her voice softened:

"Oh dear, Comrade Lu, look at you, why didn't you say so sooner? I'm not good with words, please don't take it to heart."

Lu Yao looked at him but didn't reply.

Park Erpang rubbed his hands together, then squatted down again, took out the leather pieces he had just put back, and examined them one by one.

This time I looked at it more carefully, muttering to myself as I looked:

"This leopard skin, although it has a few bullet holes, has good fur and a good hide. It would fetch a good price in South Korea. I'll give you... three hundred and fifty, is that okay? The bear skin, the bullet hole is in a bad spot, it doesn't matter, I'll give it to you for one hundred and fifty. The deer skin, I'll give you thirty per piece. The antelope skin, ten per piece."

He picked up the bear gallbladder again and weighed it in his hand:

"This is good." "It's not broken, so I'll give it to you as top grade, 150. Bear paws, 120 for a pair, 80 for a pair of hind paws, 200 in total. Snake, I'll give you 90... but don't go with 90, just 100."

He took out an abacus with wooden beads from his pocket.

I typed it all out, one after another.

Then he looked up at Lu Yao:

"Here's a total of 1,170 yuan."

Lu Yao looked at him but didn't say anything, though he had already calculated the price in his mind.

This price is even higher than what Zhao Scarface sold for on the black market.

People on the black market also sell their goods across the border to foreign countries.

They directly supplied these smugglers, eliminating the middleman.

Although the price isn't as high as what you'd get in Yunnan, at least you don't have to travel that far.

The closest point is this border.

As for how Park Ji-sik makes more money, that's his business.

Seeing that Lu Yao remained silent, Park Erpangzi gritted his teeth and said again:

"Round it up, brother. I respect you as a hero, so I'll give you 1200 yuan. Any more and I'll be at a loss."

As he spoke, he made a sincere expression.