Rebirth in 1972: Redemption in Changbai Mountain

"Slow down, no one's going to take it from you."

Lin Qiuyue complained with a touch of indulgence. Since going to the countryside, Yang Ping had accompanied her through the difficult first few months, for which Lin Qiuyue was very grateful.

"I was so hungry! I did so much work just now, my stomach was empty. Mmm, so delicious." Yang Ping didn't care about her image at all, not even noticing the burnt sweet potato skin smeared on her lips.

"Don't rush to eat the roasted sweet potatoes. If you're full, you won't be able to eat the frogs when they're cooked."

While teasing Yang Ping, Zhou Rui peeled off the crispy outer skin of the sweet potato. He scooped up a spoonful and fed it to Xiao Niangao.

The soft, powdery sweet potato delighted Xiao Niangao, who immediately pointed at it and babbled to Zhou Rui to hurry up and not delay her meal.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing. I'm just eating something to fill my stomach. Today I'm going to eat as many frogs as I want." Yang Ping wiped the corner of her mouth and made a grand vow.

The fire was burning brightly, and soon the stewed frogs were fragrant.

"Is it ready? Is it ready?" He Wei asked anxiously. The food that Lin Qiuyue and the others packed up and brought back last time was incredibly delicious to her, and this one, still cooking over a high flame, looked even more tempting.

Zhou Rui lifted the pot lid and poked the frog with chopsticks; the chopsticks went straight in.

"Alright, everyone bring your bowls over here."

As soon as he finished speaking, seven or eight lunchboxes appeared around the pot, and everyone stretched out their arms, waiting for the delicious food to fall into their bowls first.

Zhou Rui swung the large ladle, filling each lunchbox to the brim before scooping a bowl for himself.

Slurp... The first sip should be the soup, only then can you taste its freshness and sweetness.

Zhou Rui squinted and slowly savored the moment. There was not a word spoken around him, only the sound of chopsticks and lunchboxes clattering together.

Zhou Rui took the kettle off the fire and filled the clean bowl with it, releasing a rich aroma of wine.

"Would you like some wine?" Zhou Rui asked, holding up his bowl.

Lin Qiuyue and Yu Sitian quickly shook their heads; they hadn't gotten used to the taste of strong Northeastern liquor yet. He Wei, her cheeks bulging from eating, was too busy eating to say anything.

Yang Ping simply waved her hand dismissively and said, "Pour it for me first, and I'll drink with you after I finish this lunchbox."

While everyone below the canyon was enjoying themselves, two people above the canyon lay quietly on the snow, waiting silently.

Looking down from the sky, all that could be seen was a vast expanse of white snow, without a single person in sight. Suddenly, a soft voice rang out, emerging from beneath a white sheet that was the same color as the snow.

"Dad, do you think those wild boars will come? Will they fall into the traps we dug?"

"Be patient. Ever since I discovered wild boars circling around here, I've been scattering sweet potatoes around the area for the past few days. These wild boars have been coming for two days now, and there's an 80% chance they'll come today."

"Father, I'm afraid we'll waste our efforts."

"Jiacheng, although you won't join the army, I still want to tell you a principle: to fight a war, you must be fully prepared."

Being well-prepared doesn't guarantee a reward, but being unprepared will certainly lead to losses. The same principle applies to hunting and warfare.

"Understood, Father."

"Shh, be quiet, it's coming."

A family-style pig herd of two large and three small pigs appeared in the distance, nudging their way through the snow. It consisted of a large sow, an old sow, and three little yellow-haired piglets.

However, that cannonball's testicles were exceptionally large. Although it didn't reach the level of a wild boar king, it weighed at least seven or eight hundred pounds. The old sow, weighing over four hundred pounds, looked like a little piglet next to it.

He fell silent beneath the white cotton cloth, and two gun barrels slowly emerged.

Uh-huh……

The herd of wild boars slowly approached, then suddenly sped up, grunting and squealing as half a sweet potato emerged from under the snow.

*Crunch*, the sweet juice fell into the wild boar's mouth. This was the taste! This was what they'd been eating for the past two days, and it was available every day in this area. The wild boar grunted happily.

Seeing this, the other wild boars also began searching the surrounding area, scattering snow everywhere. The sweet potatoes weren't buried very deep, and the wild boars' sense of smell was even more acute than a dog's, so they naturally spotted them.

All the wild boars got to eat the sweet potatoes, and they snorted excitedly, digging through the snow even faster.

Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. With a loud crash, a large hole appeared out of nowhere in the snow, and a little yellow-haired creature disappeared into the snowfield.

A long, terrified howl came from the cave.

The cannonball merely glanced at it, then continued munching on its sweet potato, showing little interest in the little yellow-haired creature that had fallen into the hole, as if it weren't its offspring.

The other two little yellow-haired pigs panicked and quickly ran to the old sow's side.

The old mother still had some maternal love; she kept pacing around the edge of the burrow, thinking about how to rescue Little Yellow Hair.

Boom! Howl...

To make matters worse, another little blond-haired creature disappeared, leaving a large, dark hole in the snow.

At this point, Da Pao Luanzi also realized something was wrong. This wasn't a snowdrift that usually appeared; it was premeditated.

With a long howl, the cannonball turned and ran back the way it came. The old sow and the last remaining little yellow-haired pig followed.

bang... bang...

A burst of blood erupted from the cannon's egg, but it did not fall; instead, it accelerated.

The other bullet missed, grazing the sow's back and disappearing into the snow. It wasn't that the hunter was bad at shooting; the sow had also fallen into the trap with a thud.

Bang...bang...two more gunshots rang out.

The little blond hair tumbled over and fell, and another wound appeared on the hind leg of the cannonball.

The white cotton cloth was lifted, and two figures of similar height stood up, with three hunting dogs emerging from their sides. It was Gu Dayong with his third son, Gu Jiacheng.

Gu Dayong nodded. Not bad. They dug seven deep pits and trapped three wild boars.

At Gu Dayong's command, the three hunting dogs gave chase.

Normally, if the cannonball goes berserk after being injured, the dog might not be able to catch up. But now the environment is different; the dog is light and can easily float on the surface of the snow.

The cannonball ran on the thick snow, its heavy hooves sinking tens of centimeters into the snow with each step.

"Father, what should we do?"

"You go after them with your gun. The dogs will harass the wounded Cannonball, and the rest is up to you. I'll handle the rest of the wild boars."

Gu Dayong didn't hesitate. Ever since witnessing Zhou Rui's actions, he believed that Gu Jiacheng needed to be properly trained. After all, Gu Jiacheng was older than Zhou Rui and should be able to stand on his own.

Gu Jiacheng wasn't afraid; instead, he excitedly rushed out, following the trail of the three dogs, leaving behind an excited echo.

"Father, I...know...it..."