Courtyard House: In this life, I have a new home!

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Feeling embarrassed, Yun Quan hesitated for a moment before patting his chest and taking on the task of rescuing the person.

Seeing Gibchu's lips curl into a slight smile, he was overjoyed.

He turned his head and gave Zhou Jimin a provocative look.

It's obvious they're treating her like a love rival.

Firstly, Zhou Jimin was tall and handsome, so it was inevitable that girls would take a second look at him.

Secondly, Yun Quan had long harbored feelings for her.

Unfortunately, she's not even twenty years old yet, so according to the rules, she doesn't even qualify for blind dates.

The people in this area are simple, honest, and law-abiding. In the past, getting married at the age of twenty would have been a pipe dream.

Now that the rules are strict, no one dares to misbehave.

Zhou Jimin couldn't be bothered with such a clown.

After finalizing the action plan with Qin Dazhu and the others, they were about to leave.

Unexpectedly, Yun Quan became enraged and blocked his way.

"Hey, you're looking down on me, aren't you?"

Zhou Jimin frowned, looking completely bewildered.

Before he could even speak, the other party added insult to injury:

"If you're so capable, let's have a shooter's contest. Let's see who takes down those two tigers first."

The man with the long face next to him, upon hearing that he was Yun Quan's uncle, immediately glared at his nephew.

He then apologized to Zhou Jimin with a broad smile:

"Comrade, please excuse my poor appearance."

This little rascal is spoiled rotten by my brother; he can't keep his mouth shut. Please bear with him.

"It's alright, young people are full of vigor, that's normal."

"What kind of young man wouldn't be a little reckless?"

Everyone around was stunned when he said that.

It boasts quite a bit, as if it were a lake.

But paired with that youthful face, it just looks so incongruous.

Using one's seniority to intimidate others?

Yun Quan was so angry he felt like his lungs were about to explode.

So you're ignoring my attempts to cause trouble?

"You're only this young, what are you pretending to be so mature for? Are you chickening out and afraid to compete?"

"Yes, yes, you're the oldest and the bravest."

Zhou Jimin didn't want to waste his breath on fools.

Chao Wangcai made a gesture, then turned and plunged into the vast snowfield.

The sky suddenly changed color, and fine snowflakes began to fall.

Although small, it is extremely disadvantageous for tracking prey.

Qin Dazhu, Jibuchuhe, and others followed closely behind.

Only Yun Quan stood frozen in place, his face alternating between red and blue, so embarrassed that he wished he could disappear into a crack in the ground.

"Stop dawdling! Keep up!"

The uncle's low shout came.

Yun Quan gritted his teeth and slunk off after him.

The group slowly approached the tiger's den, and the sun was already setting.

Bang!

A muffled thud broke the silence.

Everyone's stomachs were already rumbling.

I set off at dawn, and only managed to grab a few bites of steamed bun when we met up along the way. Now I'm starving.

In the dead of winter, surviving in the wilderness.

The white steamed bun I was carrying in my arms had frozen into a lump of iron; it was so hard to bite into and tasted sour.

Zhou Jimin didn't dare reveal the secret space, so he could only grit his teeth and swallow it down, much to his stomach's dismay.

A dark figure darted through the woods.

It was a black tiger.

Zhou Jimin's eyes sharpened, and he decisively pressed the trigger with his index finger.

boom!

It still missed the target.

This beast was outrageous; before the sound of the gunshot could even be heard, he had already slipped away like an eel.

Fortunately, it's too big; it can't outrun it no matter how fast it goes.

On the second shot, Zhou Jimin held his breath and was extremely lucky.

It runs through the heart.

Dead!

Snowflakes flew everywhere, creating a deafening roar.

The black tiger, which had been in mid-air, crashed to the ground like a tattered sack, raising dust and obscuring the view.

No one dared to make a move.

Because there was a tigress crouching next to her.

Although the female tiger is thinner than the male tiger, she is still a fully grown beast.

At this time of year, the male tigers weigh about 400 jin (approximately 200 kg), and the females weigh about 340 to 350 jin (approximately 120-175 kg).

Only a few strong adult wild boars could barely withstand such a heavy monster.

Gibchu's eyes lit up instantly.

She stared at the tigress, secretly pleased: as long as this one was alive, her companions were probably not all dead.

She made a gesture to Zhou Jimin.

Zhou Jimin responded with an OK signal and raised his gun to continue firing in bursts.

Yun Quan had just aimed the scope at the target and hadn't even pulled the trigger when the tigress in the lens collapsed limply to the ground.

Depend on!

Is this kid's marksmanship amazing?

Yun Quan's face was grim, and he felt a burning anger rising in his chest.

If you fail to impress your goddess and your rival steals the spotlight, where will you save face?

Thinking back to the harsh words I had uttered, my cheeks stung with pain, and I wished I could disappear into a crack in the ground.

Just when everyone thought the matter was over.

The fallen tigress suddenly stood up again.

Yun Quan's pupils contracted sharply, and a surge of ecstasy welled up inside him.

still have a chance!

He must seize this opportunity and not let Zhou Jimin steal the limelight again.

He gripped the trigger tightly, ready to deliver a brutal blow.

In the mountains and forests, the tigress was completely panicked.

Dragging his injured body, he frantically fled through the bushes.

Da da da!

Several more gunshots rang out.

The tigress had several holes on her buttocks, but the wounds were not deep, about the size of mosquito bites, and did not affect her running at all.

Yun Quan got angry.

How did it get like this?

That's not how the script was written!

Qin Dazhu and the others were so embarrassed that they scratched their toes on the ground.

This tiger is too clever; its escape route is unpredictable, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the right, making it impossible to predict where it will land.

If it gets away, these homemade guns will be useless.

Zhou Jimin's gun has a theoretical range of 600 meters.

But that was in an open area.

In this dense forest, the trees obstruct the view; beyond two hundred meters, it's difficult to even find a shadow.

He gambled on the right luck.

The third shot finally hit a vital spot.

The tigress collapsed to the ground with a thud and fell silent.

The tigress's carcass was pinned to the ground by Wangcai and his cubs.

Qin Dazhu and his men didn't sit idle either; they quickly stepped forward to help.

Less than half an hour.

That heavy body was forcibly dragged to Black Tiger's side.

When everyone saw the size of this behemoth, they all gasped in shock.

Three meters away.

Its tail alone is over a meter long.

Its round body probably weighs over 300 grams.

Such a ferocious beast should have been entrenched deep within the Changbai Mountains.

Running wild on the outskirts of Beijing is simply asking for trouble.

The female next to it was just as impressive.

It is over two meters tall and weighs over two hundred kilograms.

Taking down these two mutated tigers has made us incredibly wealthy this time.

Zhou Jimin left Qin Dazhu and the others there to process the tiger skin.

The second-generation dog pack is responsible for guard duty.

He led Wangcai straight towards the nest.

Jibuchuhe wiped away his tears as he followed closely behind.

We hadn't gone far.

A figure appeared near the cave entrance.

That was her companion.

The old hunter lay in a pool of blood, his breath faint.

Jibuchu cried his heart out.

Zhou Jimin frowned.

I checked the other person's breath; it was still warm.

"Stop crying! Quickly bandage it up!"

His voice was cold and hard: "Any later, hemorrhagic shock would also be a death sentence."

The old hunter had many cuts on his body.

Fortunately, the major artery was not damaged.

Otherwise, there would be no way to save him.

While the girl was busy trying to stop the bleeding, they took advantage of her confusion.

Zhou Jimin scanned the surroundings.

They then cautiously stepped into the cave.

A fishy, ​​foul odor wafted towards us.

Bones were scattered all over the ground.

Besides animal bones, there were even fragments of clothing.

This made Zhou Jimin feel a little uneasy.

Go a few steps further in.

Several fluffy little things came into view.

It seemed they had heard a noise.

The little ones squealed with excitement.

There are five in total.

A pure black one.

Two gilded pieces.

Two black and gold stripes.

The mutated black tiger's genes are indeed domineering.

A tigress giving birth to five cubs in one litter is extremely rare in nature.

Tigers usually only have one or two offspring per litter; having three is considered lucky.

Five?

It's simply a miracle.

These tiger cubs haven't opened their eyes yet.

It's about the same size as an adult fat cat.

It has a tiger-like head and a cute, festive look.

There was no one else in the cave.

Zhou Jimin moved extremely quickly.

He waved his hand.

The three tiger cubs vanished into thin air and were stored in the storage space.

Only one golden-yellow cub and one black-and-gold cub remained.

It looks like it was only a few days old.

He carried the two little ones out of the cave.

Gibchu was still tying knots for the old hunter.

The technique was so crude it was a real headache.

"Move aside, I'll do it."

He pointed to the two cubs in his arms.

"Help me hold them up, don't let them fall."

Jibuchu was taken aback.

"Huh? You want to hold... a tiger cub?"

A hint of amazement flashed in Jibuchu's eyes.

Even though she was still grieving the loss of her loved ones, her eyes couldn't help but soften when they fell on the furry little creatures.

Women have never been able to resist such soft and cute creatures.

Not long after, she was holding the tiger cub in her arms, but her gaze involuntarily drifted to the other side.

Zhou Jimin was bending down to treat his wound.

His movements were swift and skillful, each step exuding an air of effortless ease.

Watching his smooth and effortless movements, a blush crept up on Gibchu's face; he was a little embarrassed.

"Um... Comrade Jimin."

She cleared her throat, her voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty: "Are you a military doctor?"

Zhou Jimin didn't stop what he was doing, nor did he look up: "No."

I just happened to have learned a few bandaging skills before, and with practice, I naturally became proficient.

"How many times do you have to practice to get to this level?"

Jibuchu stared wide-eyed, his face filled with disbelief.

She was a hunter by trade, and she knew that archery, horsemanship, and marksmanship were all skills that had been honed through risking one's life and years of experience.

But the man in front of me was not only an incredibly accurate shot, but also an exceptionally skilled first-aid and bandage-giving expert.

They were even more reliable than the barefoot doctors in their county town.

How many experiences must have been accumulated to achieve this?

Surely it couldn't have been something you were born with, right?

Zhou Jimin did not respond.

After cleaning up the mess, he turned around, swung his machete, and chopped out several wooden strips in a few strokes.

After trimming branches and leaves and securing them, a simple stretcher was quickly formed.

The two men lifted the unconscious old hunter together and hurriedly turned back.

The spot where Black Tiger just fell.

The behemoth was so large that it couldn't move at all.

We had to use local materials.

After skinning the animal and removing the whip, the remaining internal organs and other debris are buried deep in the soil and returned to nature.

Although Yun Quan and his uncle did not contribute much, Zhou Jimin still generously gave them over a hundred catties of fresh meat.

As for the two tiger cubs, the complete tiger skin, and the precious tiger penis, they all went into his luggage.

The remaining large pieces of meat were slowly transported to Qin Family Village by Wangcai and his companions pulling a sled.

The biggest problem at hand is right now.

The old hunter was unconscious and seriously injured.

There was absolutely no way that Jibuchu and one other person could send the person back to the brigade headquarters.

The only solution was to stay in Qin Family Village with Zhou Jimin and his group to recuperate.

In the distance, Yun Quan watched the departing figure, his chest heaving.

My eyes were filled with resentment and frustration.

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