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

The winter sun is like a young girl behind a green veil.

It was dazzling but not blinding; through the layer of gray mist, it made one feel incredibly lazy.

"what!"

After washing up and taking a sip of congee, Lu Weiguo stood in the courtyard and stretched.

The gray, foggy atmosphere was disheartening.

On days like this, the best thing to do is for a cat to stay at home, sit on the kang (heated brick bed) eating hot pot, then sleep, then eat again.

But this kind of weather is also suitable for doing some shady business.

Suddenly, a northerly wind blew, sending chills down one's spine.

Lu Weiguo shivered, glanced back at his wife and children, secretly put on his clothes, and plunged into the biting morning wind.

After the corn was chopped, Lu Weiguo crouched down, curled up in a ball, his gray-white cotton coat perfectly concealing his presence.

It's not cold when it snows, but it's cold when the snow melts.

Lu Weiguo turned up the collar of his cotton-padded coat to cover his chin, and pulled his fur hat down to cover his eyebrows, but even this couldn't keep out the biting cold wind.

"It's so cold today, will that little brat be lazy and not go up the mountain?"

Lu Weiguo frowned, deep in thought.

He has already instructed Liu Dazhuang to convey all the information that needs to be passed on to Wu Jian.

The deer are migrating.

Deer aren't dangerous; all you need is a gun.

That thing is a treasure from head to toe; a single bite of deer penis can make a sixty-year-old man walk on a third leg.

They were both men, and Wu Jian was a man who had been troubled by impotence for many years.

He just wouldn't listen; Wu Jian wouldn't fall for it.

Men are only obsessed with a few things, and erectile dysfunction and premature ejaculation are one of them.

"Phew!! Ugh, the wind's really strong today!"

A series of chaotic footsteps came from the warehouse. They were the special cotton shoes issued to educated youth sent to the countryside in the early years. The iron fronts clicked on the frozen ground, making a distinctive sound.

Lu Weiguo didn't even look up before he knew that this person must be Wu Jian!

"They've fallen for it!!"

Lu Weiguo clenched his fist tightly and swung it at the corn chop.

The knocking sound startled Wu Jian, but then a voice made Lu Weiguo suspicious.

"Damn, what's that noise? The village should keep more cats. My old hen almost got robbed by a weasel again last night."

Luckily, I got up to use the restroom. By the way, Brother Wu Jian, why did you tell me to wear more clothes when I'm with you?

The voice that was speaking was that of Wang Laonian, and he held the gun in his hand as if it were a club.

He used to be in the militia, so he was naturally familiar with this old-fashioned crank handle.

"This piece of junk hasn't been serviced in years, Wu Jian, what are you going to do with it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wu Jian, who was walking in front, suddenly turned around and said in a low voice, "Keep your voice down!"

"Okay, okay, but Brother Wu Jian, you're bringing me a gun and offering me money. Let me tell you, I won't do anything illegal."

Old Wang shrank back, ever since he learned from Wang Defa what Zhang Dexing and his group were like behind the scenes.

They no longer have the same respect for village officials as before.

"Breaking the law? Breaking my ass! There's no law in our village! Our village officials are the law!"

Wu Jian curled his lip, spitting as he spoke: "I'm just asking you to come up the mountain with me. It's not far, it's nearby! As long as we can get back from the mountains..."

Here's two dollars! If you don't want this deal, plenty of others will!

"Go for it!" Old Wang chuckled upon hearing this, nodding his head faster than he was pounding garlic. "You idiot, huh? What have you found out? Wherever you say we're going, we'll go!"

Seeing Wu Jian nod, Wang Laonian felt even more at ease.

Wu Jian was a sent-down youth and didn't know much about the animals in the mountains.

Wang Laonian was a local, and had even served in the militia, so he knew all about the habits of deer.

In winter, those things move like wheels of fire, making it impossible for other animals to run through snowdrifts.

The red deer walks with incredible speed.

Animals like red deer, roe deer, and sika deer are known for their ability to "fly over the grass" in winter.

Ordinary wild beasts cannot catch them.

They can hit it just by carrying a crank?

Wu Jian's mind raced. This was a good job; a short trip up the mountain would earn him two yuan.

Wu Jian, who was walking ahead, also had his own agenda.

He had heard many people calculate the value of a red deer.

For just two yuan, you can get a deer worth a hundred or so yuan.

No wonder the villagers are poor; they can't even keep track of such a small amount of money.

Lu Weiguo crouched down and peeked over after the two men passed by the cornfield.

It wasn't until they confirmed that Wang Laonian was still in that half-baked state, and hadn't even changed into the cotton shoes he was wearing for going up the mountain.

I guessed exactly what this kid had guessed.

However, in his previous life, he had worked in the business world for many years and was attracted to people with cleverness.

Such people only believe in themselves, are arrogant, and are more easily manipulated.

With Wang Laonian around, not only would his plans not be disrupted, but he might even be able to bear witness for him!

The two had already disappeared into the gray mist.

Lu Weiguo stretched his legs, which were stiff from the cold, got up, and walked along the path, trailing far behind the two.

Previously, Liu Dazhuang had already revealed the location of the deer.

Actually, there were no deer there at all; it was the lynx's territory.

However, the two were also catching roe deer and hunting wild boars.

He could be considered the person in charge of hunting in Fendou Village.

If the two of them said there was a tiger in the mountain, the villagers would probably believe them.

Lu Weiguo walked slowly, staying about 500 or 600 meters behind the two.

The mountain path, blown by the wind all night, had its previous footprints long since covered by the wind and snow.

Lu Weiguo didn't need to get too close; he just needed to follow the footprints.

However, this speed is a bit too slow.

He was reborn, so his cheat ability is probably to improve his physical fitness, as well as his endurance and stamina.

In the past, when he and Dazhuang went up the mountain, their speed was comparable to that of an ordinary person jogging.

Meanwhile, the two people who went up the mountain were a man who suffered from impotence for many years and had no masculinity whatsoever. He had almost completely worn himself out by smoking and drinking.

I had to catch my breath every few steps.

As for Wang Laonian, he has been lying at home for several years, and although the current diet makes people generally thin.

However, his lack of physical training over a long period of time has deprived him of the foundation to be a militia member.

He has enough lung capacity, but he lacks footing and walks slowly.

In times of great importance, one must remain calm. Regardless of the era, the business of "murder and robbery" is always a dirty job.

People in this era are simply naive; "murder and robbery" refers to the literal meaning of the words.

Later generations of people, with their increasingly ulterior motives, even sought to "kill."

Instead of taking action themselves, they use various forms of power, public opinion, coercion, and enticement until they drive themselves to a dead end and understand themselves.

Compared to later generations, Lu Weiguo actually preferred the exhilaration of this moment.

What could be more satisfying than witnessing the beast who threatened his wife and children being nearly pierced through the neck by a lynx?

What could be better than witnessing blood flowing freely, clutching your neck, and watching the blood slip from your fingertips, gradually becoming thicker?

The despair of wanting to call for help but choking on your own blood and being unable to speak!