Rebirth of Bayi Fishing and Hunting in the Northwest

Chapter 1066 Mo Linsheng ultimately could not escape the fate of being impersonated.
When Mo Linsheng arrived, he was limping, his clothes were torn, he was carrying a small half-bag of fritillaria in one hand and a shovel in the other, and he looked quite disheveled.

When he arrived at Li Long's place, Li Long discovered that he had more than one wound on his body.

Not only did he have wounds, but he also smelled a lot of blood on his body, which Li Long could smell from afar.

It's only during the daytime, otherwise the wolves could be attracted.

"What happened to you? Did you get killed this time?" Li Long asked with a smile. "Looks like you're badly injured."

"It's alright," Mo Linsheng said with a wry smile. "I was injured in several places, but thankfully not seriously, otherwise I probably wouldn't have made it back."

"Were you ambushed?" Li Long looked at the wound on his leg, which was still bleeding, and went to get some white medicine. He handed it to him and said, "Pour it on yourself, and the bleeding will stop in a little while."

"Thank you." Mo Linsheng took the medicine, sat down against the table, put the shovel and bag aside, and began to treat the wound, saying as he did so:

"It wasn't an ambush; we weren't paying attention at night and ran into wolves."

"Wolves?" Li Long was a little surprised. He had been collecting fritillaria bulbs recently and hadn't heard any of the herb hunters mention encountering wolves.

"How many wolves?" Li Long asked. Based on his understanding of Mo Linsheng, this ruthless man, though seemingly refined, had always taken on two or three opponents at a time while fishing. He wasn't afraid of humans, so one wolf certainly couldn't do anything to him.

“Just one.” Mo Linsheng said somewhat apologetically, “I live in a burrow under the big tree, and I haven’t encountered anyone else while digging for fritillaria these past two days, so I was a bit careless. The fire outside the burrow went out early this morning.”

Before dawn, a wolf scurried into its burrow and bit my leg. I hadn't paid attention and hadn't enlarged the burrow; the space inside was too small, making it easy for the wolf to move around. When I resisted, it was painful, and I was bitten several times!

"You're quite lucky you weren't bitten in a vital spot," Li Long chuckled. "But there are a lot of bacteria in a wolf's mouth. Here, take some anti-inflammatory pills. It would be troublesome if the wound became infected and festered."

At that time, people didn't have the habit of getting rabies vaccines, or rather, nobody cared. Even if someone was bitten by a dog or wild animal, the most they would do was stop the bleeding and reduce the inflammation.

"I guess I was lucky. The wolf was probably starving. I knew this wouldn't work, so I risked letting it bite my leg and not let go. I found an iron shovel in the burrow and hit it hard a few times. The wolf ran away."

"You didn't kill him? That's not like you!" Li Long was somewhat surprised. "Oh, you injured your leg, so it's hard to chase him, right?"

"Yes, when I went out to chase after it, the wolf had already run far away. It was also injured, but probably not as badly as I was." This was Mo Linsheng's first major setback in the mountains, and his face looked rather grim.

"Keep them for now. You can use these fritillaria bulbs to buy food," Li Long said. "I still have some medicine here, you can have it."

"Thank you." The arrogance that Mo Linsheng had cultivated over the past two days vanished completely after his injury. In the mountains, once injured, unless one can leave the mountain on their own, the previously lurking dangers are immediately exposed.

Li Long weighed the bag of fritillaria bulbs; it weighed less than five kilograms and was very fresh, having been dug up in the last couple of days. He could tell that Mo Linsheng was probably addicted to fishing and didn't want to dig anymore.

That's why we've only dug up this much in the last few days.

These fritillaria bulbs can be exchanged for thirty or forty yuan, which is enough to buy food and medicine.

"Didn't you bring your money with you?" Li Long suddenly remembered that Mo Linsheng still had a lot of money, so he asked.

“I’ve hidden it.” Mo Linsheng shook his head and said, “In my current situation, carrying money would be like handing someone a free meal.”

“That makes sense.” Li Long poured the fairly clean fritillaria bulbs onto the table, spread them out, and went to get something for Mo Linsheng to eat. “Have something to eat first. By the way, what should we replace?”

"Let's switch to cooked food. Do you still have meat here? Let's switch some too. I need nutrition to recover quickly."

Mo Linsheng has a very clear understanding of his current situation, and it is the right thing to do to recover from his injury as soon as possible.

As for making money by digging for fritillaria bulbs in the mountains, he no longer considered it. His previous yearning for freedom and his love of fishing and fighting back had been shattered by this wolf, and he had come to his senses, realizing how dangerous and ignorant his previous ideas had been.

The dangers in the mountains far exceeded his imagination; he was lucky to have survived until now, aside from his recklessness.

But luck can't last forever, like this time, so let's just play it safe.

Li Long brought out various kinds of cooked food that he had requested and placed them in front of him, saying:
"You eat first. I'll get something hot later, so it'll be more comfortable for you to eat and you can recover faster."

Li Long held a degree of admiration for this man who dared to fight back against those who robbed the medicinal herbs, so he was not stingy in extending his goodwill to him.

Soon, new people came to exchange for fritillaria bulbs, and Li Long's supplies were gradually decreasing. He put the clean fritillaria bulbs in the car, and took the unclean ones in a basin to the spring to wash them clean and then hang them to dry during the intervals between exchanging supplies.

After rinsing the fritillaria bulbs thoroughly, Li Long started a fire to boil water. He would also have lunch here, and if he had the means, he wouldn't settle for anything less. So he simply lit both stoves, one to boil water and the other to heat the food.

Mo Linsheng applied white medicine to his wound to stop the bleeding, and then took some anti-inflammatory medicine with the spring water. He felt better and then started to eat.

He stopped eating when he was more than half full. He looked at the food that Li Long had kept warm and thought that he would eat something warm later to make his stomach feel better.

He's been lazy these past few days, eating only cold food. Although it fills his stomach, it makes him feel uncomfortable.

After Li Long heated up the steamed buns and offal, Mo Linsheng came over and ate some of it.

When Polati arrived, the two were eating. He quickly dismounted and joined them. Most of the forest rangers on patrol carried naan bread, and their lunch was usually just dry naan with some spring water. Now that he could have hot food with meat at Li Long's place, Polati usually wouldn't miss it.

“More people have been heading out of the mountains these past few days. This morning we even found a body near Hongshanzui,” Polati said while eating. “It must have been bitten by wolves. There were fewer wolves in the mountains a while ago, and we thought they were gone, but it turns out they’re still around. And they’ve started biting people!”

"Bite it to death?" Li Long was somewhat surprised. He glanced at Morinsheng and continued to ask Polati, "How do you know it was bitten by a wolf?"

“That man killed a wolf before he died, but there was a pack of wolves, and he was bitten to death by the others. They even ripped out his internal organs and ate them.” Polati shook his head. “It was horrible! He went out alone with fritillaria. If he had two companions, it might have been a little better.”

Li Long sighed, guessing that this person probably thought he could avoid the forest rangers' interception at night, but he didn't expect that he couldn't escape the wolf attack.

Mo Linsheng felt a sense of relief at having escaped death. If he hadn't found the shovel, he probably would have been bitten to death by now.
Polati didn't bring many fritillaria bulbs this time. He exchanged them for a little over a thousand yuan from Li Long and then left happily.

Li Long waited until the afternoon, when most of the goods had been exchanged, before preparing to take his load of fritillaria bulbs back. Before leaving, he said to Mo Linsheng:
"Are you coming down the mountain or not? If you are, I can give you a ride. Your injury is quite serious; do you want to go to the county hospital for treatment?"

"No need," Morin said after thinking for a moment. "I'd like to spend the night in your shed. It's safer here, at least. You don't mind, do you?"

“It’s alright, you can stay here. By the way, I’ll leave you a shovel. Your shovel is too small; if a wolf comes, it won’t be very useful.” Li Long took a shovel from the wooden house and placed it on the side of the shed.

This shovel wasn't made of sheet metal like later ones; the part you step on didn't have rolled edges, because it was almost entirely made of steel.

There are two types of iron shovels sold in stores now. One is a square shovel, which is made of a thick iron or steel plate with a sharpened bottom. It is relatively heavy but a sharp tool. The other is a round shovel, which is also made of a thicker material. It is similar to the iron shovels sold in later generations, but of much better quality.

Or rather, when making these things at this time, the emphasis is on sturdiness and durability; it's normal for an iron shovel to last five, six, seven, or eight years.

The kind of iron sheet metal that came out in later generations was so weak that the blade of the shovel would wobble when you dug in the dirt; it was incomparable.

Of course, if you use this kind of shovel as a weapon to fight wolves, and you actually hit it, the wolf will lose its fighting ability immediately.

Therefore, Li Long leaving Mo Linsheng a shovel was a powerful form of support.

Mo Linsheng watched Li Long drive away, and then began to "build his nest" for himself.

The quilt that Li Long had originally seized was still piled up under the shed. Mo Linsheng spread out some straw, laid the quilt on top, and then started gathering firewood to start a fire in front of the shed. Because they often lit fires here, the grass in this area had stopped growing, leaving a roughly circular clearing. After the fire was lit, Mo Linsheng took the steamed buns he had traded with Li Long to the stove, stuffed two of them into the still-burnt charcoal ashes, intending to roast them until they were charred before eating them.

In return, he received a small amount of scraps. After thinking for a moment, he went under the shed, found some thin branches, strung them together, and started roasting them over a fire.

Let's just have dinner like this.

Because Morin was there, Li Long didn't remove the pot from the stove, leaving it so Morin could use it as well.

Mo Linsheng fetched water from the spring and added firewood to the stove to boil some water. Drinking raw water was impossible in the mountains, but here, with that option available, hot water was the best choice.

As darkness fell, Mo Linsheng pulled out the burnt steamed buns and ate them with the roasted offal to finish his dinner.

Looking at the wound, the one treated with white medicine had scabbed over, but he felt a little dizzy. He touched his forehead and found he had a fever. He quickly took the anti-inflammatory medicine that Li Long had given him, then shrank back under the shed. Just as he was about to lie down, he added two more pieces of firewood to the fire before finally falling asleep.

In my drowsy state, I felt alternating chills and fever, but thankfully I had blankets to keep me warm. In a daze, I felt something approaching, but when I opened my eyes I saw nothing. Still a little worried, I reached out and pulled the shovel and spade closer to me, then covered my head with my clothes and went back to sleep.

He was jolted awake by a sharp pain, and sat up abruptly, feeling as if something was pulling his leg outwards, or as if it was trying to tear off a piece of flesh from his leg.

Wolf!
His previously drowsy mind immediately cleared up. He pulled off the clothes covering his face, reached out and grabbed the shovel next to him, and at the same time saw the thing biting his leg.

The moonlight wasn't very bright, but the fire hadn't completely died out yet, and all Morinson could see was a wolf!

And it seems to be the same wolf that attacked him!

The wolf probably couldn't find Morinson's head—it was covered by clothes—so it simply bit his leg, trying to tear off a piece of flesh.

Of course, it's also possible that because he was covered by a blanket, his legs kicked out from under the blanket, so he could only look for this target.

The wolf had already noticed that Mo Linsheng was awake, but it did not back down. Mo Linsheng did not give it a chance either, and sat there swinging the shovel and smashing it hard against the wolf!
The wolf immediately retreated, but it was too late. As it loosened its teeth and jumped up, Morinson's shovel came crashing down.

The wolf dodged a fatal wound on its back, but the sharp edge of the shovel still slashed its waist. Its body, which was originally able to jump back to the outside of the shed, suddenly froze and fell into the still-burning fire. The wolf's fur was immediately ignited by the sparks and caught fire!
Mo Linsheng's shovel strike was merely a use of the weapon's momentum; after all, one cannot exert full force while seated.

As soon as the wolf released its grip, he struggled to his feet. The wolf fell into the fire, howling as it retreated. Mo Linsheng swung his shovel again, but he forgot he was inside the shed. The shovel was blocked by the wood on the shed roof, and the wolf seized the opportunity to leap out of the fire and run away.

With another new injury to his leg, Mo Linsheng could no longer run fast, but he didn't want to let this wolf who dared to come for revenge get away. He hurled the shovel at it like a javelin!

The wolf was also injured, a double injury. A large patch of its fur was singed off, its skin and wounds were painful, and it was unable to move easily. It was even hit by Mo Linsheng's iron shovel, and let out another miserable howl.

Mo Linsheng limped after him. He remembered what Pollati had said at noon, looked around, and saw no other wolves before chasing after them to pick up the shovel.

When the wolf saw Mo Linsheng chasing after it, it immediately bared its teeth and threatened him. Mo Linsheng was not afraid of it at this time and swung his shovel and smashed it down without any rhyme or reason.

Blood was flowing from the wound on his leg, staining his already torn pants red. The wound that had been treated with white medicine had also reopened due to the violent movement, and he felt pain all over his body.

But Mo Linsheng did not stop attacking. The wolf was also dodging, but both were wounded. One was chasing and the other was lying down. Every few steps, Mo Linsheng would hit the wolf once or twice. He was injured and didn't have enough strength, but he was still enough to hurt the wolf.

The wolf wanted to fight back, but whenever it made a move to attack, Morinson would retreat and not give it a chance.

The man and the wolf chased and fled until they reached the spring, where the wolf was finally beaten to a pulp.

Mo Linsheng was also panting heavily, leaning on his shovel as he looked at the dead wolf, feeling completely drained.

If he were in good health, he could have killed the wolf with a single shovel.

After being injured, its strength and stamina were greatly reduced, and when the shovel struck, the wolf seemed to have only suffered minor injuries.

Fortunately, it's finally dead, and I can finally get a good night's sleep.

He turned to go back to the shed, but after thinking for a moment, Mo Linsheng turned back, leaned on his shovel, bent down, and lifted the wolf by its leg, trying to drag it back to the side of the shed.

I thought it would be tough, but the wolf wasn't very heavy, only about 30 kilograms. It seems that this wolf was a lone wolf abandoned by the pack and didn't look like it was hungry.

Otherwise, it wouldn't have been so light. I just don't know why she's so vengeful and even chased me to the cabin to cause trouble.

He dragged the wolf to the fire, then, panting heavily, dropped it. He then gathered some firewood and put it into the fire, squatted down to blow on the flames, picked up a few twigs and threw them onto the burning firewood before returning to his bedding.

The wolf was dead. Mo Linsheng felt a sense of pride, but also a lingering fear.

It was only because Li Long left this shovel for him that he was able to keep the wolf alive with just that shovel!

Fortunately, we ultimately prevailed; it was we who survived, not the wolves.

Mo Linsheng crawled into the blanket and realized that his clothes were soaked with sweat.

Sleeping like that was extremely uncomfortable, so he simply took off his clothes and draped them over the grass by the fire, hoping the heat would dry them.

It didn't matter whose bedding it was or how dirty it was; he was almost exhausted and all he wanted to do was sleep.

Perhaps because of his previous experience, he now keeps the shovel within easy reach even when he sleeps.

I was so tired that I fell asleep as soon as I lay down. When I woke up, I could already hear the sound of a jeep.

Mo Linsheng slept for nearly ten hours, until Li Long arrived in the mountains.

Looking at the wolf outside the shed and listening to the snoring inside, Li Long immediately guessed what was going on.

This guy is really something; he managed to kill the wolf in the end!
As Li Long got out of the car and looked at the wolf, he felt the blankets move, and knew that Mo Linsheng had woken up. He smiled and said:

"Old Mo, you're amazing! You were so badly injured, yet you still managed to kill the alpha wolf? You're going to be a legend in the forest."

Mo Linsheng sat up, wrapped in the blanket, smiled, and said:

"I have no choice. If I don't kill it, I'll die. I can't just feed myself to it, can I?"

He feels great now. Although the injured area still hurts, his head is no longer dizzy, and the fever is gone. It seems that the activities last night did have some benefits!

"Alright, now that you're awake, get dressed and get up," Li Long said with a smile. "Your clothes are all torn to shreds, let me give you a change."

Since Mo Linsheng needed to recuperate, Li Long thought he could have him work part-time.

After all, he had other things to do, and he had already called Director Du of the Kuitun Factory.

　My wife's relatives came over; it's been thirty years since we last saw each other. We chatted for a long time, almost until midnight, so I have no choice but to write a chapter now.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)