American Landowners: Starting with Hunting in Alaska

The old man behind the counter turned a page of the newspaper without even lifting his eyelids.

In the old man's eyes, this was just another reckless city kid who came to Alaska looking for thrills, and would likely end up as a pile of broken bones in brown bear dung.

"Sixty US dollars, no bargaining."

A box of bullets was thrown onto the glass cabinet, making a crisp sound.

Without saying a word, Su Wei flipped the banknotes between his fingers and slapped them on the table.

The money and goods were settled.

The box of Hornady shotgun shells landed in my palm, the copper casing pressed against my outer thigh through the fabric, gently bumping against me as I walked, the weighty feel bringing a sense of security.

Push the stroller out the door.

The strong wind immediately swept away the warmth from my body, and the cold wind rushed into my collar, making my jaw clench.

Su Wei quickly climbed into the Dodge pickup truck.

The car door closed, and the world became a little quieter.

All the food was loaded into the back of the truck.

In the passenger seat, a white shadow was spinning around on the cushion.

Cotton Candy had been waiting impatiently. As soon as Suwei got into the car, it immediately came over, nuzzled Suwei's neck with its wet nose, and made a soft, whimpering sound.

"Sit still."

Su Wei pressed it back into its seat with one hand and casually tossed it a newly bought rubber ball.

squeak--

The strange noise startled the little fox, who jumped up on the spot, its fur standing on end, and carefully patted the green ball with its front paws.

Once it confirmed that the ball was a safe toy, it immediately put it in its mouth and let out a satisfied purr.

Su Wei turned the key.

The old V8 engine coughed a few times before reluctantly starting, the vibrations spreading throughout the body along the steering wheel.

The off-road tires crushed the ice crust on the ground, and the pickup truck, loaded with supplies, drove into the wilderness as dusk fell.

The return journey seemed shorter.

It could be because the back seat was piled high with flour, oil, and meat, or it could be because of the expensive box of bullets in his pocket.

In this region, supplies and firepower are the source of confidence.

An hour later, at the cabin.

Night fell completely; the winter nights in Alaska are never late.

Su Wei turned off the engine and jumped out of the car.

The minus twenty degree Celsius temperature caused a stinging sensation in his nasal cavity when he inhaled, and the white breath he exhaled formed a thin layer of frost on his eyebrows.

The temperature has dropped again.

Suwei started moving things.

He carried the flour on his shoulder, the cooking oil in his hand, and finally the pile of miscellaneous items.

The marshmallow was of no help; it carried the precious green ball and darted quickly across the snow.

When the last piece of beef was brought into the kitchen, Su Wei took off his down jacket.

Beneath the cashmere sweater, his muscles were taut and glistening with sweat.

It wasn't much warmer inside than outside; the fire in the fireplace had long since gone out, and the air was very cold.

The first thing to do is to start a fire.

The split birch logs were set up and lit on fire with waste newspaper.

The flames licked the dry wood bark, crackling and popping.

The firelight danced on the wall, and the aroma of firewood and the rising heat quickly dispelled the chill.

Suwei moved a chair over so the steam could dry his slightly damp trouser legs.

Su Wei took a breath; what he really needed to fill was his stomach.

From morning until now, there are only two digested compressed biscuits in my stomach, and the intense hunger is burning my stomach lining.

My gaze fell on the kitchen counter.

The beef shoulder has a clear marbling and white fat.

The onion skins were shiny, and the potatoes still smelled of earth.

In this godforsaken place, this is quite a treat.

The old, gleaming kitchen knife fell to the ground.

The sensation of the blade slicing through muscle fibers gave him a great sense of satisfaction.

Cut two pounds of beef into large chunks and soak them in cold water to remove the blood.

Remove the pot from the heat and turn on the fire.

The original fire-burning stove was used, and Su Wei had already lit the fire in advance, so the pot was already hot.

A piece of butter slid into the bottom of the pot.

Shila-

The oil melted quickly, and the aroma of milk burst in the small room, filling our nostrils.

Suwei poured the drained beef into the hot oil.

The meat chunks quickly tightened and turned a dark brown color after being put into the pan.

This sound is very pleasant.

The aroma of beef began to fill the air, and Su Wei's stomach rumbled loudly.

A fluffy little head peeked out from the doorway.

Marshmallow returned at some point, leaving the green ball on the doormat.

It squatted at the kitchen doorway, its two front paws together, its blue eyes fixed on the pot, and its pink tongue couldn't help but lick its lips.

"Don't rush."

Suwei turned the pieces of meat over.

Remove the beef from the pan and sauté the chopped onions in the remaining oil.

After stir-frying until fragrant, return the beef to the pan, then add potato chunks and tomato chunks, and finally pour in water.

It's a little disappointing that there was no red wine.

He forgot to buy it.

The main problem is that I was alone, and I didn't feel like there was anything good to drink.

Suwei grabbed a handful of coarse sea salt and ground some fresh black pepper.

Cover the pot with the lid and turn the heat to low.

While the meat was stewing, Su Wei began to tidy up his things.

Pour the flour into an earthenware jar and seal the lid to keep out mice.

The oil drum was put back in its original position.

The shotgun shells were locked in the metal cabinet in the living room, next to the Browning hunting rifle hanging on the wall.

The bolt was pulled back with a crisp sound, and the gun body gleamed with a shiny finish.

With these large-caliber hunting rounds, it's possible to take down that brown bear with a single shot, provided the distance is right.

Time slowly passed.

White steam began to rise from the edge of the pot lid, and the bubbling sound was particularly clear in the quiet snowy night.

The aroma of the meat was so strong it filled the entire wooden house.

The taste allowed him to temporarily forget his debts and troubles.

Cotton Candy was so anxious that it started pawing at Suwei's trouser leg, making whimpering noises.

"alright."

Su Wei lifted the lid of the pot.

The heat wave, carrying a rich aroma, hits you in the face.

The tomatoes thawed, and the soup turned a thick, orange-red color.

The potatoes were stewed until tender, and the beef, soaked in the broth, trembled in the pot.

First, fill a small bowl and let it cool in a ventilated area.

This is for marshmallows; it's low in salt and not too hot.

The little guy plunged headfirst into the bowl, eating without even lifting his head, his fluffy tail wagging rapidly.

Su Wei served himself a large plate full.

No need for plating, just a spoon and an old sofa, that's enough.

He sat in front of the fireplace, the firelight illuminating his face.

The first bite into my mouth.

Scalding hot.

The beef was stewed to perfection, tender yet chewy, the sweet and sour tomatoes cut through the greasiness, and the spiciness of the black pepper exploded on the tongue.

Su Wei let out a long breath, a warm current flowed from his esophagus into his stomach, and he felt completely comfortable.

This is not just about surviving; this is about living.

Outside the window, the wind howled through the treetops.

Inside the house, the stove was burning brightly, and the aroma of meat filled the air.

This contrast made the not-so-expensive dinner seem very luxurious.

The last piece of bread was used to wipe the soup off the bottom of the plate.

Su Wei put down the spoon, leaned back in the chair, and sank in slightly.

[Ding! Enjoyed a high-quality homemade dinner, Life Module Experience +25]

[Mental state recovery: Excellent]

[Life Module lv1 (25/100): Life is the first step in life]

The system is very sensible.

Suwei looked down and saw that the cotton candy was finished and the person was lying sprawled on the carpet, revealing a snow-white belly, looking like a glutinous rice ball that had eaten too much.

Noticing the gaze, it lazily raised a paw and waved it as a greeting.

Suwei reached out and rubbed its warm, soft belly; it felt wonderful.

After clearing away the dishes, Su Wei sat back down on the sofa to rest.

He lay comfortably in the middle of the sofa, took out his phone to check the latest weather forecast.

But then I discovered that my phone had no internet connection!

Su Wei then realized that this was not China, and even deep in the mountains there might be internet access.

This is a remote area of ​​Kodiak Island, Alaska, USA.

It is almost an hour's drive from the nearest town, Kodiak.

Having no internet seems like a given.

"Once we have money, we must build a dedicated network! Otherwise, staying in this wilderness is really boring."

Su Wei turned off his phone and couldn't help but mutter to himself.

As if understanding his complaint, the fluffy ball snuggled close to Su Wei's feet, tilted its head, and whimpered, as if asking why it was still boring even with it around.

Suwei chuckled at its adorable appearance and affectionately ruffled Cotton Candy's head.

He remembered that there seemed to be a radio in the house, which his father used to use.

He rummaged through the storage room and pulled out the old radio, extending the antenna.

In this desolate wasteland without internet, this is probably the only way to obtain information.

zizi——

After the static faded, the male announcer's hoarse voice came through.

"...According to the latest weather bureau report, a strong cold front is moving eastward..."

Suwei held the cotton candy and listened attentively.

The only sound in the room was the crackling of burning firewood.

"...Kodiak Island is expected to enjoy a brief period of good weather over the next three days, with weakening winds, rising temperatures, and excellent visibility..."

Three days.

Su Wei turned off the radio.

He walked to the window and wiped the fog off the glass with his fingers.

It was still pitch black outside, but the wind had definitely subsided.

Good weather three days later means you can see further, prey will come out, and your chances of survival in the wild will be much greater.

This is an opportunity.

It's also a signal.

Suwei turned around, his gaze passing over the warm fireplace and landing on the Browning hunting rifle hanging on the wall.

The debt of 160,000 was suffocating him.

His only remaining asset is his own magic touch.

Therefore, he had to go into the mountains.

This is currently the only way he can possibly make money.

The harvesting module is now activated, and he can rely on it to become a qualified expert in mountain products.

Besides.

Su Wei brought up the system panel and glanced at the grayed-out [Hunting Module] icon.

You can unlock it by hunting a single beast.

At that time, it will be another way.

This resource-rich mountain will become his wealth bank for turning his life around.

He walked over and took the gun.

The marshmallow seemed to sense that something was wrong. It rolled over and sat up, tilting its head and standing its ears straight up.

"I'm full, cotton candy."

Su Wei found a piece of cotton cloth, soaked it in gun oil, and began to carefully wipe the gun barrel.

His voice was soft, but in the quiet cabin, every word was clear.

"We'll head into the mountains in three days."