Reborn in the 1980s: I made my fortune hunting wild game in Changbai Mountain

Yue Feng served Wu Keji lunch at the old house, and then he put away the guns that the old man brought back with him in the car.

"Uncle, shall we stay at my house for a few days first? Or shall we go directly up the mountain to visit my master?" Yue Feng asked proactively.

Wu Keji smiled and waved his hand: "It's close to the end of the year. There are so many trivial matters in your family, and it's not appropriate for you to control me.

Don't bother. Send me to the mountain. I'll stay with your master! I have to change the medicine today. You may not be able to fix it!"

"Okay, then let's go to the farm!"

"Why don't you try riding a snowmobile? It's more stable than a tricycle!"

"Okay, I don't really know how to ride. Can you teach me how to ride?"

"It's simple. Just put the gear in gear, gas up and go! Let's give it a try!"

"okay!"

Yue Feng responded, stood up and went out with Wu Keji to the gate of the courtyard.

Following Grandpa Wu's instructions, Yue Feng started the engine and after a simple try, the snowmobile started up soon.

Two people, one old and one young, sit on the motorcycle, shift gears, step on the accelerator and go!
The snowmobile has two wide skis and chain tracks underneath, so it can move very fast even on snow crust, and is faster than an ordinary three-wheeled motorcycle.

After Yue Feng had simply adapted, he took Wu Keji out of the village and into the mountains. In less than twenty minutes, they arrived at the breeding farm on the mountain.

Hearing the noise of the snowmobile, Zhao Dashan quickly came out of the house.

After opening the gate of the farm, Yue Feng rode his snowmobile directly into the yard.

"Fuck! Old Wu, what did you do? Why are you in such a mess?"

After Uncle Zhao saw Wu Keji's expression, his brows were twisted into a knot.

Wu Keji raised the corner of his mouth: "Don't worry, you won't die if you get bit by a mosquito!"

Zhao Dashan pouted and said unhappily: "If you want to die, don't die on my territory! It's almost the New Year, and we still want to live in peace!"

"Fuck! I was thinking about spending the New Year with you here, but if you say that, I'm leaving!"

When Wu Keji heard his best friend say this, he smiled but did not give in at all.

"Come inside first. It's cold outside. If you freeze for a while longer, I'll really send you away!"

The three of them entered the house. Wu Keji felt the warmth in the house and subconsciously coughed again.

The handkerchief coughed up a lot of blood again.

Uncle Zhao's expression changed immediately after seeing Wu Keji's bloody handkerchief: "What happened? Did you get internal injuries?"

"I'm lucky to have a life. The bullet hit here, but was blocked by a spare magazine and didn't penetrate!" Wu Keji gestured to the position of his shoulder.

"Has the bullet been taken out? You're not just injured in the shoulder, you're coughing up blood, your lungs are injured as well, right?"

"The bullet has been removed, and my lungs were affected by the impact, with a lot of blood clots! I've been feeling a little better in the last few days, but a few days ago, I had trouble getting out of bed!
Xiaofeng, take out my small medicine box! Turn up the heat in the room, it's time to change the medicine, I feel the bandage is soaked with blood!"

"Okay, I'll do it!" Yue Feng responded and immediately got busy.

He filled the stove with wood and opened the damper at the bottom to the maximum, then took out the medicine box that Wu Keji had brought.

After waiting for about ten minutes, the temperature in the room rose by at least five degrees. Wu Keji then took off his coat, revealing the clothes underneath.

Even before he took off his clothes, a faint smell of blood was already emanating from him.

"Uncle, would you like some hot water?" Yue Feng asked.

"No, there's disinfectant and new bandages in the medicine box!"

"profound!"

Zhao Dashan took a look at Wu Keji's clothes, then brought over a chair with a backrest.

"Let Xiaofeng do it, or should I? Do you need stitches?"

"It's stitched! But the wound has probably opened again! Take a look! You should do it. Xiaofeng has never seen a wound like this. Don't scare him!"

When Yue Feng heard this, he didn't take it seriously in his heart. He thought they were all experts in guns and he had seen all kinds of wounds.

However, this mentality only lasted for less than three minutes. When Uncle Zhao helped to open the bandage on Wu Keji's shoulder and exposed the wound, Yue Feng was still shocked.

Slightly to the side of the shoulder socket below the clavicle, there was a circular wound the size of a wine glass, plus two three or four centimeter incisions on the left and right.

You can tell what's going on at a glance. The circular wound is the trauma caused by the bullet entering the body, and the incisions on the left and right sides are the places where you have to cut to remove the bullet.

These were all normal. What made Yue Feng feel most uncomfortable was that the surrounding flesh was purple-black and faintly covered with blood scabs.

If I'm not mistaken, the skin on the surface was almost broken by the huge kinetic energy impact!

Despite such serious injuries, Wu Keji was still able to sit on the back of the motorcycle and follow Yue Feng up the mountain. The old man's concentration was beyond Yue Feng's imagination.

After seeing the wound, Zhao Dashan couldn't help but mutter, "Fuck! You really saved your life! It's only you, you've been practicing martial arts since childhood. If it were an ordinary person, it would be hard for him to survive this wound!"

Wu Keji raised his lips slightly: "It's not that easy for me to die! Now I can live in peace. Even if I want to retire, I don't have to worry!"

"you……"

Zhao Dashan's expression changed instantly when he heard this. He didn't finish his words, but it was obvious that he knew something that Yue Feng didn't know.

Wu Keji stared into his old brother's eyes and said slowly: "It's just what you think!

With the Black Fang hunting team coming to our territory, I have almost dealt with the internal affairs of the gang!
The rest is just cleaning up, that's why I came to stay with you!"

"You did it anyway!

Now that you are here, just stay and take care of yourself! Should we disinfect this wound first, and then apply medicine?"

"Yes! I can't drink with you during this period! I can't smoke either!"

"Fuck! You're so careless! You're still thinking about smoking and drinking at this hour! Just bear with it, I'm going to start disinfecting!"

"It's okay, just do whatever you want, just shout that you are not a master!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Uncle Zhao used tweezers to hold the alcohol cotton ball and wiped the wound. Uncle Wu was caught off guard and almost groaned in pain.

I wiped the wound clean little by little, and before I knew it I had used a lot of alcohol cotton balls.

After the treatment, Uncle Zhao applied two small bottles of powdered medicine to the wound, and Uncle Wu's forehead was covered with a layer of fine sweat. After applying the medicine, Uncle Zhao took out a new bandage and carefully wrapped it around his old friend. After a series of regular changes, the dressing change operation was completed.

Yue Feng watched from beginning to end, simply helping out with some auxiliary work.

After the bandage was completed, Yue Feng asked with concern: "Uncle, do you want me to bring back some anti-inflammatory drugs? In addition to applying medicine to your wound, it's best to apply some anti-inflammatory drugs to prevent the wound from becoming inflamed and festering!"

Wu Keji nodded: "We really need to get some of this. The wound medicine I applied is mainly to speed up healing. The anti-inflammatory medicine is too cold to carry, so I didn't prepare it in advance!"

"Okay, I'll get it later! Ask my buddy to get some for military use! Don't worry about keeping it here!"

"Don't be so nervous. The old man won't die. This injury will heal to 70% or 80% in a few months at most! Cough cough cough!"

As Wu Keji spoke, he started coughing again and coughed up several dark red blood clots.

"Uncle, have you taken an X-ray? What's the condition of your lungs? You're coughing up blood, there must be something wrong!"

After all, Yue Feng has experienced the baptism of modern medicine and has relatively advanced knowledge.

"It's okay, the lungs were injured internally, and it's normal to have congestion.

Now the meridians in this area are blocked by blood stasis. Coughing will slowly expel the blood stasis, and then everything will be fine!
I have been practicing breathing techniques since I was a child. I can tell where my problems are without the need for X-rays!"

"Oh! Okay then. If you feel something is wrong, don't hide it. The medical conditions down there are not good. If it doesn't work, I will send you to the military hospital..."

"No need. It doesn't matter where you are sent. This is a slow recovery process. Even if you recover, it will be hard for me to be as relaxed as I was when I took you up the mountain before. Age is not forgiving!!"

After hearing this, Yue Feng changed his mind and realized that it was true. The old man was a very clear-headed person and it was impossible for him to be careless about such a matter.

"I'll tidy up the bedding for you. Can you lie down on the kang for a while?"

"Okay, sitting is too tiring, it's more comfortable to lie down!"

Yue Feng immediately got busy.

Kangqin took out the spare bedding and bed from the kang where his master slept, spread them out in no time, and then helped Wu Keji lie down on the kang.

"Hey, the kang is still a little warm! Old Zhao, the kang is mine for the time being!"

Uncle Zhao curled his lips and said, "Just stay here and relax. I'll go out and get some firewood so you won't get cold!"

Yue Feng covered Wu Keji with a quilt, tucked the corners of the quilt, and then added a few pieces of wood under the fire pit in the outer room.

After a short while, Uncle Wu on the kang began to snore softly.

Seeing this, Yue Feng quietly closed the door.

After a while, Zhao Dashan came into the house carrying a basket full of chopped pine wood tripods. Yue Feng made a gesture to him to keep quiet, and the old man immediately slowed down his movements.

Uncle Zhao put down the firewood and sat down, whispering: "Recovering from injuries is no different from other things. Although there is no shortage of food and meat in the mountains, there are not enough things to recover from injuries. Go back down the mountain and buy more!"

"Hmm? What do you need to prepare? Just tell me and I'll get it done!"

"Chicken, preferably an old hen, prepare a few more, I'll make chicken soup for your uncle!
Also, prepare more eggs. He has internal injuries, so his appetite must be affected. He needs to eat something more delicate!"

Upon hearing this, Yue Feng looked up and asked, "What about flying dragon birds? Is that okay? Our falconry team catches some every day, and we've been supplying them to our own restaurants in the city before the holiday!"

"You can also bring a few more flying dragon birds! And bring some pork ribs and pig's trotters as well!"

"Okay! I'll get ready as soon as I get down the mountain!"

"Be careful, don't talk nonsense when you go out, and don't let outsiders know that your uncle is here! There's nothing else to say!"

"Yeah, I understand!"

"Okay, I won't keep you here any longer. Go down the mountain and get ready! Don't forget the medicine!"

"Well, Master, I'll be leaving first!"

……

Old Zhao gave Yue Feng some instructions, and after confirming that nothing was left out, Yue Feng pushed the snowmobile out of the yard and started down the mountain.

Uncle Wu's matter was serious business, so Yue Feng did not dare to delay it at all. After riding his snowmobile down the mountain, he went home, changed into a three-wheeled motorcycle, and then went straight to Uncle Chen's house.

Recently, the falconry team has been operating quite smoothly. New falconers have been released into the mountains almost every day, and the game they catch is gathered at Grandpa Chen's home, which is the distribution center.

As the Chinese New Year approaches, the temperature is too low during the coldest days of winter, so the eagles cannot keep fat and are difficult to release. This is the last batch of game from Uncle Chen's family, and they will continue to go up the mountain after the sixth day of the New Year.

Yue Feng counted the game reserves at home, settled the payment, and then rushed into the city to the restaurant.

Only the eldest sister-in-law and eldest brother were left to guard the restaurant. Yue Feng left some of the ingredients behind, and then loaded all the slaughtered hens and eggs that were in stock of frozen food in the store into the car.

After getting the nutritious ingredients, Yue Feng rode his bike to Wang Hu's house again.

As the Chinese New Year was approaching, Yue Feng prepared some New Year gifts, including Polygonatum sibiricum and wild boar meat, about a hundred kilograms. There was not much, but several families had become connoisseurs of the good stuff, so they gave it to others to share and have a taste of during the New Year, which was a token of their appreciation.

While delivering the New Year gifts, Yue Feng also asked Wang Hu for help and found out which medicines would provide the fastest and most effective recovery after being shot.

The Military Control Commission had close ties with the local garrison, so Wang Hu only made a phone call to arrange everything for Yue Feng.

Yue Feng rode his bike to the location given by Brother Hu and directly picked up a medicine box filled with medicines.

Wow, when I opened it, it was full of hard currency.

Analgesics, local anesthetics, injectable anti-inflammatory drugs, and topical myogenic and hemostatic drugs are all made in accordance with high military standards.

After getting the medicines and food, Yue Feng rode his motorcycle to deliver the things to the farm on the mountain in the evening of the same day.

After half an afternoon, Grandpa Wu looked noticeably better. After Yue Feng explained the usage and dosage of the medicine to the two of them and other precautions, they had dinner on the mountain before going down the mountain to go home.

From beginning to end, Uncle Wu behaved quite calmly, as if it was natural for him to ask Yue Feng and Lao Zhao for help.

After dinner, when the two brothers were lying on the kang and listening to the radio and chatting, Uncle Wu finally revealed his emotions.

"Old Zhao! Do you think I am a bit too cruel? After all, we have been brothers for more than ten years. Why would they rebel? I am in this position and there is nothing I can do!"

Uncle Zhao habitually touched the pipe bowl, but thinking that smoking would affect the healing of the wound, he held back his anger and said, "Since it's already been done, why bother about it?
Money can move people's hearts. When it comes to interests, forget about past feelings. If they have feelings for you, why would they betray the gang?
I want to know what happened to the poaching team at Black Fang?"

“Two squadrons, nearly twenty people, were taken care of, and only two observers escaped!
According to the information obtained from the interrogation of the people coming down from the mountain, in addition to looking for the missing animal expert, they also came here mainly to find the black mutant tiger! "

"A black mutant tiger?"

Hearing this, Zhao Dashan straightened his back suddenly. (End of this chapter)