Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

Stepping out of the dilapidated house, the cold wind, carrying snowflakes, lashed down on my neck like a whip dipped in salt water.

This is why, even in the Guandong Mountains, in a different place, this "white-haired wind" can make a person's bones melt.

Zhao Shanhe turned up the collar of the tattered sheepskin coat he had taken from home, tightly protecting the old foreign cannon in his arms.

This is a muzzle-loading gun, which is most susceptible to moisture.

Once the gunpowder gets wet, it becomes nothing more than a fire poker; even suicide becomes difficult if you encounter a wild animal.

He walked unsteadily towards the "Black Bear Gully" behind the village.

With each step, the snow was above knee-deep, making it difficult to even lift one's legs.

But he dared not stop, nor did he want to stop.

Although the family now has food and blankets, and his wife and daughters are no longer cold or hungry.

But that's not enough.

For a man who has been given a second chance at life, simply living is meaningless; he has to live a meaningful life!

If there's no meat at tonight's housewarming party, it'll be a slap in the face for Zhao Shanhe!

After walking for about half an hour, we entered the woods.

The surroundings were as dark as the bottom of a pot, with only the "whooshing" sound of the wind blowing through the pine trees, like the wailing of ghosts and wolves.

Zhao Shanhe stopped under an old red pine tree. Instead of running around aimlessly, he squatted down and took off his cotton gloves.

Without a flashlight, your eyes are blind; your hands are your eyes.

He placed his warm, large hand on the snow, closed his eyes, and gently traced his fingers across the uneven snow surface like he was playing the piano.

The wind is blowing from the northwest.

If you want to find prey, you have to go against the wind, otherwise your smell will scare the animals away before you even get there.

"The snow crust...it's a bit collapsed..."

Suddenly, Zhao Shanhe's finger touched a shallow indentation.

This place is sheltered from the wind, and there is a thin layer of ice on the snow surface, which has been broken by footsteps.

He leaned closer, grabbed a handful of the snowflakes, and smelled them.

A faint fishy smell mixed with the scent of pine resin.

Zhao Shanhe suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils shining frighteningly in the darkness.

It's a silly roe deer!

And it happened only recently! The smell hasn't dissipated yet!

Zhao Shanhe's heart clenched suddenly.

Roe deer, in order to conserve heat during heavy snow, are reluctant to move and usually find a sheltered "snow nest" to lie down. Moreover, these creatures have a fatal flaw—they huddle together.

If you find just one, you've got a whole litter!

Instead of treading on the snow, he took the animal trap from his waist and tied his trouser legs tightly.

He moved like a raccoon hunting its prey, carefully stepping on tree roots and exposed stones, inching his way deeper into the dead forest.

ten meters.

Twenty meters.

Fifty meters.

The fallen, dead tree roots in front formed a natural shelter.

Zhao Shanhe suddenly stopped in his tracks and held his breath.

Using the faint reflection of the snow, he saw two hazy, gray shadows under the withered tree roots.

Those were two enormous male roe deer!

They huddled together for warmth, occasionally twitching their large, prominent ears as they alertly listened to the sounds around them.

The distance is thirty-five meters.

Zhao Shanhe made a mental estimate.

This distance is a bit precarious.

The old cannon in my hand was made using rudimentary methods. It had no rifling, and the iron pellets would scatter beyond thirty meters, greatly reducing its lethality.

But we can't get any closer.

Although these silly roe deer are silly, they have extremely sharp ears. If you take another step forward, the sound of the snow being crushed under your feet will startle them.

Once they get going, even a god couldn't catch them in this heavy snow!

Take a gamble!

I'm betting this old gun I just snatched back still has enough gunpowder!

I'm betting on Zhao Shanhe's marksmanship, even though he's lived two lives!

Zhao Shanhe slowly lay down in the snowdrift. The icy snow water instantly soaked through his cotton trousers, making half of his body numb from the cold.

But he remained motionless, like a stone.

He slowly raised the gun, his movements as slow as if he were practicing Tai Chi.

The butt of the gun was pressed firmly against the shoulder (the recoil of a homemade gun could shatter the collarbone), and the dark muzzle searched for the best angle in the darkness.

He didn't aim properly.

This gun has no sights; it's easy to miss if you aim for the head.

He aimed at the spot where the necks of the two roe deer intersected.

One shot, and I'll take both of your lives!

The wind suddenly picked up.

"Waaaaah—!!"

A gust of wind swept past, carrying snow dust, and drowned out all other sounds.

It's now!

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Shanhe's eyes as he pulled the cold trigger.

boom--!!!

A deep, thunderous roar exploded in the silent valley!

A half-meter-long orange-red flame shot out from the gun barrel, illuminating the withered forest!

The immense recoil sent a sharp pain through Zhao Shanhe's shoulder, and the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke instantly filled his lungs.

But without even blinking, he threw down his gun, drew his dagger from his waist, and charged forward like a cheetah!

We have to be quick!

It's common for old cannons to survive, but if the wounded roe deer gets away, tonight's meat meal will be gone!

Rushing to the base of the dead tree, Zhao Shanhe slipped and fell directly onto the warm, sticky thing.

No doubt about it!

None of them ran away!

The larger male roe deer had a bloody hole blasted into its neck by dense iron shot; it died on the spot without even uttering a sound.

The smaller one, its hind leg broken by the scattered iron pellets, lay in the snow, kicking its legs in despair and letting out a pitiful "yoyo" cry.

"Good! Good! Good!"

Zhao Shanhe was so excited that his hands were shaking.

He grabbed the struggling roe deer, and with a swift movement, plunged the knife precisely into its heart, giving it a quick death.

A bumper harvest!

This is simply a gift from God!

Zhao Shanhe sat on the snow, panting heavily.

Looking at the two prey that weighed a combined 130 or 140 pounds, and seeing the crimson blood staining the pure white snow.

He suddenly raised his head, and roared at the swirling snow, as if venting his frustration:

"ah--!!!"

Go to hell with Old Zhao's house!

I have guns, food, and meat!

From now on, I will be the king of this mountain forest!

……

Half an hour later.

Inside the dilapidated house.

The house was much warmer, and the fire in the stove was burning brightly.

Steam rose from the broken iron pot, and a large pot of white steamed buns in the steamer emitted an enticing aroma of wheat.

"Mother, why isn't Father back yet?"

Niu Niu nestled in the new quilt at the head of the kang (heated brick bed), holding a small piece of freshly steamed hot bun skin in her hands, nibbling on it little by little, her little face flushed red from the steam.

"This steamed bun smells so good... I wish Dad were here, he could eat it too."

"It'll be soon, it'll be soon."

Lin Xiu sat by the stove, holding a pair of chopsticks in her hand, but her eyes kept glancing towards the door.

Although there was food at home, she was still worried because the man had been gone for so long without any news.

Just then.

"Squeak—"

The broken wooden door was pushed open.

A tall figure, shrouded in wind and snow, walked in like a mountain.

"The head of the household?!" Lin Xiu stood up in surprise.

Zhao Shanhe was covered in snow, his eyebrows and beard were covered in frost, and he looked like a snowman.

But the smile on his face was brighter and hotter than the fire in the stove!

"Honey! Receive the goods!"

Zhao Shanhe roared, his body swayed, and his shoulder snapped.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

Two dull, loud thuds shook the roof, causing dust to fall straight down.

Two enormous, bloody, and warm objects slammed heavily onto the broken ground!

Lin Xiu took a closer look by the firelight and froze instantly.

That is……

Two wild animals that looked like calves!

That grayish-yellow fur, those long, big ears, and that still-bleeding neck...

"A roe deer... a roe deer?!"

Lin Xiu was so shocked that she covered her mouth, her voice trembling:

"Two more?!"

This is a Siberian roe deer! The most tender and fattest Siberian roe deer!

Even the most experienced hunter in the village might not catch a single prey after three days in the mountains, yet Zhao Shanhe brought back two after only two hours!

"Daddy! It's a big, juicy baby!"

Although Niu Niu had never seen this thing before, the smell of raw meat told her that it was the most delicious thing ever! She excitedly put down the steamed bun, crawled out of the quilt, and clapped her little hands, shouting excitedly.

Zhao Shanhe patted the snow off his clothes while laughing loudly, the sound so loud it shook the paper windows.

"Wife, quick! These steamed buns are steamed just right!"

"Get a knife! Cut the meat!"

He pointed to the two mountains of flesh on the ground, his pride soaring:

"The smaller one's leg was injured; its hide won't fetch a good price, so we'll keep it for ourselves!"

"Tonight, we won't do anything else. Let's cut five pounds of his hindquarters meat! We'll stew it with these steamed buns until it's very tender!"

"The big one's skin isn't damaged. I'll go to the supply and marketing cooperative to exchange it for money first thing tomorrow morning! I'll buy candy for Niu Niu! And I'll get you a piece of floral fabric to make you a new dress!"

Zhao Shanhe walked over, grabbed his still-stunned wife, and kissed her hard on the cheek, his stubble making Lin Xiu jump.

"Xiuer, what are you staring at like that for?"

Looking at the tears on his wife's face, Zhao Shanhe's voice became both gentle and domineering:

"I told you, as long as I have a breath left, I won't let you two go hungry."

"From now on, every day will be like Chinese New Year in our family!"

Lin Xiu looked at the blood-soaked prey on the ground, smelled the aroma of steamed buns in the pot, and looked at her husband's frighteningly bright eyes.

She finally realized that this was not a dream.

That's what her man is capable of! He's the one they can rely on!

She knelt down with a thud, crying and laughing at the same time, frantically trying to grab the rusty kitchen knife:

"Hey! Hey! I'll make it right away! I'll stew the meat right away!"

That night, the long-lost aroma of meat and wheat wafted from the most dilapidated "Ghost's Sorrow" in Kaoshantun.

That domineering fragrance drifted far away with the wind and snow.

That was Zhao Shanhe's first shot at this messed-up world!

This is also the first New Year's Eve dinner of this newly established little family, full of joy and celebration!