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

"Zhao Yangyang? How is she related to this?!"

Zhang Dexing was furious!

Lu Weiguo's side hasn't been sorted out yet.

Liu Dazhuang was still with the woman he was pursuing, and besides, Zhao's parents were at home.

They insisted that Liu Dazhuang, that idiot, killed Wu Jian.

That doesn't make sense!

"So, Wu Jian died in vain?"

Zhang Dexing showed no reverence for the dead, but instead felt nothing but regret for not having been able to use them.

"Died in vain? No, he didn't die in vain! Li Huifang is a widow now, isn't she? Wasn't she just teasing the idiot by chopping corn kernels a few days ago?"

That widow's legs are a bottomless pit; why don't you go and taste their saltiness?

Wang Defa grinned slyly.

Zhang Dexing pictured Li Huifang's big buttocks in his mind, and a smile involuntarily crept onto his face.

I have to say, this Struggle Village is really great.

I don't know if it's because of the water or something else.

These old women are all quite pretty, and the areas under their clothes that aren't exposed to the sun are quite white.

He loved her fair, white skin the most.

the other side.

Different people from the same village have different experiences.

Huang Guangzu, a village chief of a certain level, was busy running around at Wu Jian's house, and he felt a headache coming on when he saw Li Huifang covering her face and crying.

"I said, Huifang, stop crying. That old Wang is just talking nonsense. He said your husband is dead, so what?"

"We haven't even seen the body yet!"

"Village chief! That old Wang is holding my husband's pen. It was a gift from his first love, the one she gave me when she was naked and sleeping with me on the kang (heated brick bed)."

They all had that pen in their hands, and now that the pen was in Wang Laonian's hands, how could it be fake!

Li Huifang cried her heart out, shouting with all her might as well.

There's no other way; if we didn't do it this way, we'd burst out laughing.

"A fountain pen, a fountain pen, it's not his lifeline. Here's what we'll do, Huifang, I'll take some people up the mountain to look for him. If we find the body, great; if not..."

"Okay, we'll talk about it later!"

Huang Guangzu waved his hand dismissively, clearly not wanting to stay in the widow's house.

The crying was terrifying.

There's a custom in the village.

Good news won't come unless you invite them, and all good things will come unbidden.

Although they didn't see Wu Jian's body, almost all the men in their forties and fifties in the village gathered at Wu Jian's door.

"What does the village chief mean? When will it be held?"

"Yes, I'm letting my wife prepare the food."

"What did Huifang say? This is the second man he's killed; he should have some experience by now."

"..."

As soon as Huang Guangzu came out, he was surrounded by men.

They were all kind-hearted, and none of them had any bad intentions.

This is what Northeast China was like at that time.

You're living a good life, so I might be jealous.

But if your family suffers a disaster and someone dies, no one will laugh at you.

Even old enemies would donate more.

"What are we going to do? Does anyone know if Accountant Wu is dead or not?!" Huang Guangzu said irritably.

"That kid from the Wang family said..."

"Yes, the village officials all said they need to go through the procedures to apply for money for Huifang."

The men each had a comment, which infuriated Huang Guangzu even more.

Especially Zhang Dexing, the village cadre stationed there.

Since he came, the village has never had a moment of peace.

The donations we organized for Liu Dazhuang a few days ago are still pending, and now another village official has died.

"Listen to him, listen to me!" Huang Guangzu shouted. "Listen to me, let's take that kid from the Wang family up the mountain!"

We'll find Wu Jian's body today! Old Niu, get on the oxcart!

"Oh, right, Lao Lu, why don't you let your youngest son come along? He knows how to hunt, so it'll be safer for him!"

In rural areas, even in later generations, the village chief's words still carry absolute authority.

Upon hearing this, the group of friends went home to prepare.

When there are few people going up the mountain, some might be afraid, but now there are so many people, a dozen or so men going up the mountain together.

Not one of them was a coward.

After Niu Erliang went home and changed his clothes, he pulled Liu Dazhuang to lead the oxcart.

Lu Dewang then called Lu Weiguo.

When Lu Weiguo heard that he was being dragged up the mountain to find Wu Jian's body, he couldn't help but laugh.

"Dad, you're not kidding, are you? What do you want me to do?"

"Do I look like I'm joking? Come on, this is no small matter. Death is a serious matter, so stop smiling."

Lu Dewang kicked Lu Weiguo hard.

He was afraid that his laughter had offended Wu Jian's ghost, and that it would not be reincarnated and would remain in the mortal world to harm his grandchildren.

"Okay, I'll go, but let me have a couple more bites first."

After a long day of work, I finally got to eat a bite of food.

The sun was about to set when we started climbing the mountain.

Lu Weiguo knew that the village chief was really anxious this time.

By the time a dozen or so men had gathered together, the sun had already set.

Fortunately, the sky was cloudless at that time.

The sunlight reflected by the moon and stars illuminated the snow-covered surface as if it were daytime.

Once you get used to the light at night, the visibility is actually better than at dusk.

Wang Laonian wrapped his cotton coat tighter around himself and kept moving closer to Lu Weiguo.

Following a direction pointed out from memory, he hid behind Lu Weiguo.

"Weiguo, brother, we're neighbors and childhood friends. You have a gun and you know how to hunt, so you have to protect me!"

That was a lynx! My God, in an instant, Wu Jian was dead. And you tell me these old men don't believe me?

Do you believe me or not?

Wang Laonian has not yet recovered.

After being frightened during the day, my speech is still a bit slurred.

"I believe you. I know Brother Wang never lies."

"Damn! You're my brother!" Wang Laonian was so moved by the trust in those eyes that he almost cried.

He saw the word "belief" in Lu Weiguo's eyes.

Lu Weiguo was at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

How could he not believe it?

After all, he was the one who watched Wu Jian die.

The temperature at night is completely different from that during the day in Northeast China.

The older generation are more responsible and felt embarrassed to squeeze into an oxcart with Lu Weiguo and the other two young men.

The only light source in the hands of village chief Huang Guangzu was a flashlight, which appeared faintly.

Every minute or two, I had to turn on my flashlight to check the direction.

"Xiao Wang, are you sure this is the way? We've been walking for hours, how come we still haven't reached the place where Wu Jian died?"

"Huh? Are you sure..." Old Wang was very uncertain.

He spent a long time searching for it during the day before finding it; how could he possibly find it at night?

"Weiguo, are you sure?" Wang Laonian, sitting on the oxcart covered with a quilt, retorted to Lu Weiguo.

"I didn't know it was there, but I'm sure I didn't go back the way I came."

Upon hearing this, everyone trusted him and continued on their way.

Only Lu Dewang looked at Lu Weiguo with suspicion.

Lu Dewang also went hunting when he was young.

I know some of the hunter's habits.

For example, how to determine the direction when tracking prey at night.

Besides finding reference points, you also need to leave marks that only you know about.

Just like...

Lu Weiguo placed a heart-shaped piece of bark on a pine tree.

He had seen a lot along the way.

This is not something Lu Weiguo left behind.

It was left behind by Lu Weiguo when he came here before!

Wu Jian's son also came here. Wu Jian's death was just as many people had said behind his back.

It's related to Lu Weiguo.