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

Zhang Mazi has been unable to sleep for the past two nights, constantly thinking about his gun.

I delivered some eggs to Ding Dahu's house yesterday.

I wanted to take this opportunity to sound out Ding Mei's opinion.

Ding Mei wasn't home.

During the off-season, the older children would run around everywhere, and their parents wouldn't know which village they had gone off to.

Back then, there were no cell phones, so there was nowhere to look for them.

There are only children who can't be sold, not children who are lost.

It's normal for the child not to come home for a day.

Zhang Mazi didn't dare to ask the young lady where she had gone.

I had no choice but to come back and wait for Tuwazi.

But when he saw Lu Yao return last night wearing a red armband, he didn't dare to stop him and ask.

I feel guilty.

A while ago, new slogans were painted on the walls of the village, calling for a thorough investigation of bandits and the overthrow of reactionaries.

It was all written by those militiamen carrying guns.

Now that Tuwazi is a militiaman, he looks a little intimidated.

After all, he had blood on his hands.

After liberation, he killed many soldiers who went into the mountains to suppress bandits.

Only after most of his men had died did he finally emerge, disfiguring his face and leaving it covered in pockmarks, before hiding in the remote and impoverished village of Jiapigou under an assumed name.

Losing a gun is certainly terrible, but if you make a fuss about it, you'll probably only get yourself into more trouble.

He couldn't be sure where the gun was or who had it.

I don't want to leave the place I've lived in for so long so abruptly.

So he was extremely conflicted.

Early in the morning, I wandered around Lu Yao's neighborhood again.

Unexpectedly, Lu Yao discovered it.

I couldn't help but ask a few questions.

Lu Yao remained calm and composed, chatting and laughing without showing any sign of guilt.

Lu Yao couldn't alert this old bandit either.

They're just waiting for Zuo Shouquan to gather evidence before they come to arrest him.

In his previous life, Zhang Mazi was arrested by the deputy director of Shuiling Town, who brought reinforcements from the county.

This time, he gave Zuo Shouquan the information, which allowed Zuo to catch the shoemaker ahead of time, and then catch Zhang Mazi ahead of time.

I must not disturb him at this moment.

He couldn't make up his mind as long as he didn't admit to taking his gun.

really.

Zhang Mazi gave a wry smile:

"Oh, you little country bumpkin, you're so young, you've never even held a gun before, yet you managed to kill so many wolves, that's amazing!"

Lu Yao laughed and said, "Hey, I was just joking with them. Actually, it was those Oroqen hunters who killed them. They only left me a lot of wolves because they were grateful that I saved their children. You actually believe that I killed them?"

"Really? But I heard you're very accurate at shooting birds."

Lu Yao nodded: "That's true. Even the militia company commander Wang said I'm very talented. I've never practiced shooting, yet I can shoot so accurately."

Seeing that Lu Yao answered fluently and without any hesitation, Zhang Mazi became even more unsure.

Otherwise, a teenager who stole his gun would never be so calm and collected!

Lu Yao chuckled and asked, "By the way, Uncle, why are you standing behind this tree, playing hide-and-seek with me?"

Zhang Mazi quickly unbuckled his belt:

"I don't have time to play hide-and-seek with you, I just need to take a piss."

As he spoke, he actually started releasing water, completely ignoring Lu Yao watching from the side.

Lu Yao looked at his listless thing.

No wonder he couldn't please Xilian.

"Go ahead and pee, Uncle Zhang, I'm leaving."

Lu Yao turned and left.

Zhang Mazi stared at his back, not even noticing that he had peed on his shoes.

After some probing, both remained calm and believed they had not alerted the other.

Lu Yao arrived at the entrance of the clinic.

It was already dawn.

Huang Yuejuan usually gets up much earlier.

But I stayed up late last night and have a bit of a headache today, so I didn't get up.

Lu Yao knocked on the door, and she came to open it, still wearing her clothes.

"Sister Yuejuan, you don't look well."

"My head hurts. I'll lie down for a bit longer. You can lock the door."

He then climbed onto the small kang (heated brick bed) and got into bed.

Looking at the back of her bulging underwear from behind, Lu Yao couldn't help but feel a little swollen again.

He locked the door and laughed, "Aren't you afraid someone will see me here and it will damage your reputation?"

"Even if you come, it won't be open. I'm taking a day off today."

Huang Yuejuan hid under the covers, only her head peeking out.

Lu Yao came over and touched her forehead:

"Why do you have a headache? Do you have a fever?"

"I don't have a fever, I just caught a bit of a chill from staying up late last night. I'll be fine after a nap!"

Why stay up so late?

Lu Yao sat on the edge of her kang (a heated brick bed), and reached his hand under the covers to hold her small hand.

"I'm knitting you a sweater. It's finished. Try it on over there, at the foot of the kang (heated brick bed)."

"Really?"

I never expected her to knit so fast.

Lu Yao went over and picked it up.

Although it was knitted using a mix of different types of yarn, the design is novel and the stitches are even; the craftsmanship is truly excellent.

Lu Yao took off his cotton-padded coat and put it on.

I looked in the mirror and it was the perfect size.

They couldn't help but keep praising Huang Yuejuan's skills.

Huang Yuejuan watched as Lu Yao put on his new sweater, looking even more dashing.

I like it too.

These days, very few people in the countryside can afford to wear sweaters.

Lu Yao turned to look at Huang Yuejuan, who was huddled in the quilt. She had willow-leaf eyebrows and almond-shaped eyes that were full of spring. If it weren't for the fact that she looked a little uncomfortable, he would definitely have pampered her.

Come over and feel her pulse:

"Do you have silver needles, Sister Yuejuan?"

"Yes, it's essential for Traditional Chinese Medicine! I combine Chinese and Western medicine."

"Give it to me, I'll give you a few acupuncture needles, and your headache will be relieved."

Huang Yuejuan was so frightened that she quickly dodged Lu Yao's hand:

"You haven't studied acupuncture, who would dare let you prick them? That's no joke, it could damage your nerves!"

Lu Yao couldn't help but laugh when he saw her expression:

"Do you think I can fool an expert like you? You have a headache due to wind and cold. I will insert needles into the Fengchi acupoint under the occipital bone at the back of your neck and the Baihui acupoint on the top of your head, 3 fen deep, and stop needling for 3 minutes. Then I will needle the Hegu acupoint on the back of your hand and stop needling for 5 minutes. You will see significant results."

Huang Yuejuan was shocked when Lu Yao performed CPR on the wolf last time.

At this moment, Lu Yao once again mentioned the acupuncture method for treating headaches caused by wind and cold, which made people even more astonished.

"Hey kid, who taught you that?"

Lu Yao laughed and said, "I learned it from a deity in my dream. That deity said his name was Emperor Fuxi."

Huang Yuejuan smiled and shook her head: "I won't let you get the injection if you don't tell the truth."

"Okay, I learned by reading books and doing my own experiments. Is that alright?"

"What book?"

The Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic

As Lu Yao spoke, he recited a few lines from the "Ling Shu" chapter of the Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic.

Huang Yuejuan was even more surprised.

Books were extremely rare in those days, and not everyone could afford to read them.

Even the county library has a very limited selection of books.

When Huang Yuejuan was in college, she could only borrow the books from the school library and then copy them into her own notes.

How could Lu Yao, a teenager, spout the essence of traditional Chinese medicine so fluently?

She sat up:

"You country bumpkin, how come you have so many?"

She looked at Lu Yao with the excitement of someone who had found a treasure.

Lu Yao, however, was drawn to the patch of white below her neck.

After wearing the shirt for a long time, the collar became loose, and when Huang Yuejuan moved, she would fan herself, as if something was about to jump out.