Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

Chang Kun and Yang Shunong were lying on the hillside, peering down at the hillside.

"Xiao Kun, you have incredibly sharp ears!" Yang Shunong looked at the several antelopes on the hillside and thought that Chang Kun had really heard their calls.

Chang Kun smiled slightly but did not answer. He slung the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle over his shoulder, glanced around, and, sensing the angle wasn't ideal, tiptoed down a dozen steps and hid behind a large rock.

"Xiao Kun, don't go any further, this Qingyang is very clever!" Yang Shunong whispered in Chang Kun's ear.

The serow, called "qingyang" in the mountainous area of ​​Beijing, is an animal with a nose and ears that are more sensitive than those of a wild boar. It will run away at the slightest disturbance.

Chang Kun held the gun steadily, lassoing a large blue sheep, but hesitated to fire.

Yang Shunong was even more anxious than him. He gently patted Chang Kun's shoulder twice, signaling him to fire the gun quickly, as delays could lead to unforeseen consequences.

He often hiked mountain trails, but had never encountered a serow. Now, seeing several plump prey below, he wished he could grab the gun and shoot them himself; he was very confident in his marksmanship.

Chang Kun wasn't in a hurry. With the system at his disposal, finding prey was only a matter of time. But since he had encountered a serow today, he wanted to take the opportunity to kill as many as possible.

With his gun at the ready and his head slightly tilted to one side, he waited quietly for the moment when the two antelopes moved to graze and their bodies overlapped.

Yang Shunong clenched his fists, extremely anxious. It would be such a pity if the blue sheep got away!

Just as he couldn't help but want to urge Chang Kun again...

*Smack!*

A gunshot rang out!

The herd of antelopes on the mountainside scattered instantly, as if a large rock had been thrown into the water.

A few streaks of brownish-yellow flashed before his eyes and then disappeared in an instant. Chang Kun wanted to fire another shot, but his eyes couldn't keep up.

Despite his advanced age, Yang Shunong was so excited by the gunshot that he rushed out in a flash.

Chang Kun carried the 56 half-pack on his back and also walked out from behind the big rock.

Before we even reached the halfway point, we heard Yang Shunong shouting, "Xiao Kun, you got it! Both ends!"

The voice was so excited it became distorted.

It's no wonder Yang Shunong was excited. In those days, there was absolutely no meat in the countryside, and everyone wanted to eat meat, so the only option was to hunt in the mountains.

But even the most skilled hunters in the mountains can't outsmart the animals there, and any chance of finding prey is purely by luck.

Unlike Chang Kun, who can find his prey and shoot so easily, there are no other people who can do that.

He even shot two people!

He stroked the two still twitching blue sheep with one hand, and took out his pipe with the other, taking a satisfying drag. This post-coital cigarette made him feel truly comfortable.

Chang Kun walked up to them and looked at the two dark brown antelopes. At this moment, they had no sense of protection and were only thinking about getting meat.

"It's a pity about this blood. If we could get it back and put it in porridge, it would be so tender to eat." Yang Shunong pointed to a large pool of blood under the sheep.

"There's nothing I can do, sir. Last time I hunted a wild boar, I gutted it and blood flowed everywhere. The next day when I went to check, the blood had been licked clean, and there were wolf footprints all around. The wolves came as soon as they smelled the blood."

After chatting for a while, Chang Kun reached out and grabbed a handful of antelopes. They felt a bit heavy. "Grandpa, each of these antelopes must weigh seventy or eighty pounds. Could you help me carry them back? I'll borrow a small cart when I get back to the village and sell them at the supply and marketing cooperative."

It's not close to the village, and with two people each carrying a 70-80 jin (35-40 kg) sheep, it will probably take them quite a long time to walk here.

"Hey, if you want to go to the supply and marketing cooperative, that's easy. Just go down this slope, walk along the ditch for three minutes, and Qinjiacun is just around the corner. I'll go to Qinjiacun and borrow a small cart for you."

Chang Kun blinked. The poplar farmers on the nearby hills were much more familiar with him than he was. He really hadn't expected that this place was closer to Qin Family Village. But he didn't want to go near Qin Family Village at all. His mother's attitude towards Qin Meiru last time still made him feel uneasy.

"Let's go, it'll be much easier to go to Qin Family Village. Carrying this thing is no easy task."

Chang Kun sighed inwardly. What else could he do? Should he ask Grandpa Yang to go to such lengths to carry him back to the village?

That's something I can't say.

……

As Chang Kun and Yang Shunong carried sheep to Qinjiacun.

Jin Sanjia met up with Zhang Pianxin, and Zhang's eldest son, Zhang Buxiao, went into the mountains along the mountain road.

Unlike his brother Zhang Quhun, Zhang Buxiao was not tall and burly; instead, he was rather thin. As he walked along the road, he looked around nervously, afraid that someone would discover that they had entered the mountains.

While he was working in the team, his father called him home. He learned that Jin Sanjia had found a wild boar and wanted to hunt it with them. After they hunted it, they would share the meat. He immediately became excited.

He had heard about the wild boar that Chang Kun had hunted that day; it weighed a full 300 jin (150 kg). If they could hunt a wild boar like that today, even if they only split it into three parts, it would still weigh 100 jin (50 kg)!

A hundred pounds of meat! Let's see if my old woman at home still dares to look down on me then, and call me a coward every day!

Even if the old woman takes some to her parents' house, the rest will be enough for me to eat for many days. As for my father, I'll give him a few pounds, and he'll be very happy, right?

Like Jin Sanjia and Zhang Pianxin, Zhang Buxiao was already thinking about how to divide the meat before he had even hunted the wild boar. He was so happy that he was drooling as he walked down the street.

The three of them made their way to Wild Boar Ridge.

Seeing the messy pig hoof prints on Wild Boar Ridge, the Zhang father and son, who had been skeptical, were completely convinced.

Jin Sanjia, carrying his gun, instructed the three men to split up and follow the hoofprints down the ridge.

All three of them agreed that if they couldn't find a wild boar today, they would come back tomorrow; they wouldn't give up until they caught one.

The three of them searched along the ravine below the ridge, initially full of confidence, but after half an hour they became dejected.

"Kid Jin, didn't you say you saw a wild boar at home? Where's the wild boar? Do you even consider hoof prints as pig tracks?"

Zhang Pianxin was getting on in years, and after walking for a while he felt a bit tired and wanted to sit down and rest. So he decided to talk to Jin Sanjia some more.

"I saw a wild boar! It's on this ridge. It knows how to run away, but who knows where it went!"

"That won't do! That means we'll have to put in the effort to find the wild boar too, which means the boar's catch will have to be split equally among the three of us!"

"That's right! Dad's right! It has to be divided equally! We've done both the work of the gun and the labor, so three for one is too little!" Zhang Buxiao chimed in, thinking that he could get more pork just by talking. He wished the whole pig belonged to his family.

"No way! We agreed on this before we left, how can we go back on our word!" Jin Sanjia refused to back down; he didn't want to give up the pork for nothing.

"Fine, give me back my gun, and we'll call it quits!" Zhang Pianxin rested for a bit, then stood up to get his gun back. He already knew the pig hoof prints were on this ridge, so he figured he could just wait there for a few more days until he spotted the pig, and then the whole wild boar would be his.

"Hey! Uncle Zhang, that's not fair! If you do this, I'll go back to the village and publicize the location of this ridge. Can't you just ignore it?" Jin Sanjia wasn't stupid; he wasn't going to be easily manipulated.

The three of them blinked and fell silent.

If they hold each other's weaknesses and really break up, neither of them will benefit.

"Then I'll compromise. We'll split the wild boar in half, is that alright? If you still say no, I'm really breaking up the group!" Jin Sanjia thought about it. Finding the wild boar required the father and son's efforts, and the gun belonged to their family. It wouldn't be fair for him to take the lion's share after they caught the wild boar.

"Okay! It's settled then!" Zhang Pianxin nodded in agreement when he saw Jin Sanjia give in.

After resting for a while, the three continued walking forward.

Suddenly, Jin Sanjia waved for the two to stop, pointed to the mountainside and said, "Look, isn't there something grayish moving over there?"

The three of them huddled together, squinting as they looked.

Zhang Buxiao whispered, "That's right, I think there's more than one, and they're quite big, they must be wild boars!"

Upon hearing this, all three of them became excited!

They were upwind at the moment, and the smell of their sweat, which was slowly carried to the mountainside, was carried by the wind. The three of them were completely unaware that danger was slowly approaching.