Rebirth 78: Hunting for Treasure in the Mountains, Spoiling My Wife and Daughter to the Heavens

"Damn! That felt so good!"

Hunting is all about courage.

Before his rebirth, wild animals were already protected by law.

Occasionally, I would go to Russia to participate in hunting competitions, but that was just to satisfy my craving for hunting.

I haven't actually hunted in the wilderness for twenty or thirty years.

The skill hasn't become rusty, but the courage and the breath held in are not as strong as when I lost everything in my previous life.

If he encounters prey for the first time after being reborn, he will retreat and avoid it.

Having finally let go of his pent-up anger, he now wanted to make his fortune through hunting.

That's absolutely a fantasy.

That's why he neither dodged nor avoided, but instead immersed himself entirely in the mindset of fighting.

He completely unleashed the tiger within him.

At this moment, he was completely ecstatic, even more so than when he ejaculated while holding his wife.

"Brother Weiguo, may I go down now?"

Seeing Lu Weiguo stepping on the wild boar, he kept laughing.

Liu Dazhuang couldn't help but ask.

"Come down, I'll teach you how to skin and butcher a wild boar."

Swoosh~~

Upon hearing this, Liu Dazhuang immediately slid down from the tree.

He wanted to touch the gun but didn't dare, so he asked curiously, "Brother, you just killed the wild boar, why did you fire another shot? That's such a waste of bullets."

"Heh, you're quite frugal." Lu Weiguo gave up his spot to the wild boar and explained, "Playing dead is a wild boar's instinct. When you're unsure, don't be stingy with a bullet."

If the wild boar wasn't truly dead, its desperate last strike would have been enough to pierce a person's heart and send their spirits soaring.

Upon hearing this, Liu Dazhuang nodded.

He had heard about this before; the old hunter from Fendou Village, Lao Kuai, had his buttocks pierced by a wild boar that wasn't quite dead yet.

His wife, Sister Yu, was cold-hearted by nature and saw that Old Kuai was unable to have sex.

I tried it once, and I sat on it so hard I couldn't breathe.

"Come on, stop dawdling, it's your turn."

Lu Weiguo leaned against a tree to rest, even though he hadn't done any strenuous exercise.

However, the physical exertion required in a life-or-death struggle is greater than that of a sprint.

"Tie the wild boar legs up! Yes! Hang the rope on the tree, pull it up, pull hard! Damn it, I didn't eat lunch!"

Wild boar meat is tough, there's no way to solve that, but everyone says wild boar meat has a strong, unpleasant smell.

That's because they didn't have time to bleed the wild boar when they killed it.

If handled properly, the gamey smell of wild boar meat is still somewhat tolerable.

Liu Dazhuang was simple-minded but strong, and in no time he hung the nearly 300-pound wild boar on a tree.

Lu Weiguo had rested enough and pulled out his quick-draw knife from his trouser leg.

The first time I killed a wild boar, it was mainly for teaching purposes.

After signaling Liu Dazhuang to pay attention, he slid down the wild boar's neck forcefully.

The dark red blood gushed out like a fountain.

Wild boars are handled differently than domestic pigs; the skin of domestic pigs can be burned.

Wild boars can only be gutted and skinned.

The gunshot had barely been fired when he was unafraid of any other wild animals nearby.

As the black blood began to drip, the swift blade circled around the neck.

Then, with one stroke, he cut off the large wave, starting from the dermatitis, and drew a straight line down the wild boar's neck.

The pig's stomach and intestines emitted a foul odor.

The fumes were so strong that Lu Weiguo couldn't open his eyes.

Once the smell has mostly dissipated, use a quick-cracking knife to gently peel along the skin and flesh, tearing and peeling the skin as you go.

Lu Weiguo's knife skills were superb, and every strike was extremely precise.

After finally cutting off the pig's head, tail, and four hooves.

The blood-red, whitish wild boar meat appeared cleanly and neatly before the two of them.

"Holy crap! Brother Weiguo, your technique is amazing! You're like a knight-errant from a comic book! Those sword flashes were so fast I couldn't even see them!"

"Practice makes perfect. Once you've killed a hundred or so wild boars, you'll have the skills too."

Lu Weiguo stretched his wrists and tossed the machete to Dazhuang.

"I cut off the hind legs of the two wild boars, and trimmed the fatty meat off the ribs; I'll keep that for later."

"You can divide the rest however you like. Keep what you want, and we'll take the rest to the county town to sell."

Fatty meat is used to render lard; these days, lard is more expensive than meat.

No one's cooking has much oil or fat.

Unlike later generations, when even lean meat and tenderloin from a pig were hard to come by.

These days, if someone goes to buy pork and only gets lean meat and no fat, it's considered an act of vengeance comparable to digging up someone's ancestral grave.

The wild boar hind leg was intended as a gift for Zhao Jiaying.

Next time I go to the Zhao family, I can't just bring wild boar stomachs; I have to bring some good meat too.

Whether someone is helpful or not is one thing, but if they know you've hunted a wild boar and don't say anything, that's not good.

The wild boars were separated and tied together little by little with pine needles.

While he was at it, Lu Weiguo made a simple sled.

They were all left to Liu Dazhuang to handle.

As for things like worshipping the mountain god...

Lu Weiguo simply threw away a piece of pig intestine and that was the end of it.

For Liu Dazhuang, even dog intestines and sheep intestines were good things to fill his stomach.

People aren't even full, so let's not bother with all that fancy stuff.

. . . .

The harvest here is plentiful, though the mountain road is rugged and winding.

It's not tiring to walk on at all.

Inside the village committee building, Zhang Dexing, panting heavily, looked at Zhao Yangyang wiping away tears and felt a pang of heartache.

"Brother, I'm just too insecure. You heard from Wu Jian that I was chasing after Lu Weiguo not because I liked him, but because I've been hurt before."

I need comfort and companionship. I'm afraid to trust men anymore. Can I trust you?

Zhao Yangyang cried so hard that her face was streaked with tears, her chest heaving, making anyone who saw her want to hold her in their arms and cherish her.

Every time Zhang Dexing stepped forward, Zhao Yangyang would look startled, like a frightened deer.

"Yang Yang, don't cry. It really breaks my heart to see you crying. I didn't care before, but now that I'm here, I'll stay with you, okay?"

"what!"

The scene that Zhang Dexing had imagined, where she was moved to tears and rushed into his arms, did not happen.

Upon hearing this, the pitiful Zhao Yangyang suddenly screamed.

Then the tears fell like water.

"It's all my fault for not being able to do anything right. I just wanted to come and keep my brother company, so he wouldn't have to suffer with me."

If Lu Weiguo were to see this scene...

Everyone exclaimed that the acting was superb.

The same words, the same acting—Lu Weiguo had experienced it all in his previous life.

Honestly, men of this generation have almost no resistance to someone like Zhao Yangyang.

"No, no, I'm not feeling unwell." Zhang Dexing was at a loss, extremely flustered. "Then tell me, how can I make you happy? I'll do anything to make you happy."

"Then you can work and read documents here. I came today because I was worried you'd be lonely and wanted to keep you company. You can continue with your work, I'll just watch over things."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Dexing was so moved he almost cried.

He quickly straightened up and pretended to look at the production situation of Fendou Village on the table this year.

Zhao Yangyang's lips curled up, and he secretly scoffed.

Even though she was by Zhang Dexing's side, she was still thinking about the scene of Lu Weiguo rejecting her that day.

Thinking to myself,

just you?

They still want to fight Lu Weiguo. If they bring you down, they'll go and claim credit from Lu Weiguo.

He... he won't reject me again, right?

If... if Li Xiulian could be sent to Zhang Dexing's bed again, it would be a sure thing!