1940s: I supported my wife and sister-in-law by hunting.

Once he figured out the ins and outs, Chen Gaoshan's mind exploded.

"Heaven has eyes! In all my years, I, Chen Gaoshan, have never encountered such great fortune. This time, I've truly struck it rich. From now on, how could I possibly have to worry about making a living?"

He was happy, but he didn't forget his business.

These two wolves are a menace if left alive; they must be killed today.

He took out a short knife from his pocket, walked up to the motionless wolves, and with a swift motion, slashed the necks of both wolves twice.

Strangely enough, he dealt with this thug with ease, his movements as fluid as if he had practiced it a thousand times.

This must be due to the fused memories.

The short knife in his hand seemed to have a spirit of its own. Without him having to think about it, it moved along the shape of the wolf's fur. The tip of the knife picked, sliced, and cut accurately. In no time, he had peeled off a whole green pelt without even a tear.

This coat is so stylish to wear.

After catching his breath, Chen Gaoshan looked at the empty space and couldn't help but mutter to himself, wondering what was going on.

Since there's already space available, why can't we also add a system?

Don't the protagonists in those novels all have a system by their side?

The more he thought about it, the more it piqued his interest. With a "let's give it a try" attitude, he shouted it out.

"Brother Tongzi, Sister Tongzi, stop hiding it, come out! Come out so we can look out for each other!"

He shouted several times, but not a single point of light appeared.

After shouting for a while, he finally gave up completely.

Well, having this space is a great blessing. You can't have everything. Be content.

Composing himself, he withdrew from the space with the two half-dealt-with green-skinned creatures he had dealt with.

As soon as they returned to the woods behind the mountain, they saw the two old wolves that had been motionless in the space suddenly come back to life, twisting and struggling wildly, kicking their limbs haphazardly, and emitting mournful howls.

But the more they struggled, the bigger the wounds on their necks opened, and the faster the blood gushed out.

Especially the skinned green dog, its muscle tissue was still twitching uncontrollably, looking both bloody and wild.

The scene before him, brimming with primal wildness, instantly ignited the hunting instinct deep within Chen Gaoshan's body, a instinct inherent in men. His blood began to boil, his heartbeat quickened involuntarily, pounding powerfully without fear, instead giving rise to a sense of triumphant pride in a successful hunt.

I just stood there, watching the two wolves struggle. They bled to death, stretched out their limbs, and lay motionless in the snow.

Chen Gaoshan stepped forward, squatted down, took a short knife, and decisively gutted the skinned wolf. He even cut open the wolf's stomach, and sure enough, there were digested chicken feathers and bones inside.

"It really was those two beasts who wreaked havoc on the village's chicks! I just don't know whose chicks they were from. Killing you today is doing the people a favor, killing you is the right thing to do!"

After cursing, he put the cleaned wolf carcass directly into his spatial storage, then shoveled away the thick snow next to him to cover up the pool of blood and the wolf's entrails, trying to mask the strong smell of blood.

After doing all this, he picked up the other intact green hide, turned around and walked down the mountain.

Fortunately, he had deliberately walked deeper into the forest for more than an hour beforehand, far from the village. Even so, the strong smell of blood might still lure out the bears that were hibernating. He didn't dare to delay any longer and quickened his pace to get home.

The green leather bag slung on my shoulder weighed about eighty pounds, much lighter than I had expected.

It makes sense. In the dead of winter, when the weather is freezing cold and there are few wild animals in the mountains, this wolf probably hasn't had a proper meal all winter and has become quite thin.

However, the fur on its body is really thick, with a layer of down and a layer of stiff hair, which is obviously a high-quality fur.

The Chen family has been hunters for generations, and their leather tanning skills are an authentic ancient method passed down through generations, which they have not lost in his generation.

This traditional method of tanning leather is called brain tanning. As the older generation often says, every animal's brain has just the right amount of material to tan its own hide, making it the most natural softener.

While it's true that using your brain to soften the skin can be quite pungent and give you a headache, the method is simple and practical, but the smell is just too strong, which explains the saying "a mediocre cobbler."

Chen Gaoshan carried the wolf and ran and stumbled down the mountain.

There were too many concerns about why they didn't just take a detour to town to sell the wolf pelts and meat for money.

Firstly, there were no sleds to get to town, so we had to walk the whole way, which took more than two hours each way. By the time we got home, most of the day would be gone, and it would be completely dark by the time we got back.

Secondly, and most importantly, the world is too turbulent these days. There is war and chaos everywhere. The mountains are high and the emperor is far away, so no one cares. Who knows which deep mountain valley is hiding a group of thugs. There are more of them than grass in the fields, and they are rampant.

Especially right now, there are no soldiers or officers to manage things.

It wasn't just the wealthy landlords with land and grain who were constantly on edge, busy repairing walls, building fortifications, and hiring people to guard their homes.

Even ordinary people tremble with fear at the mere sight of the beard.

The old saying is absolutely true.

The rich are afraid of being kidnapped, the women are afraid of being robbed, the pedestrians are afraid of being robbed, and the travelers are afraid of being stabbed.

No matter what kind of people they are, they're all on these bearded men's menu. Once they fall into their hands, they're doomed.

Better to be a dog in times of peace than a human in times of chaos.

In those chaotic times of war, just surviving was already a feat; you had to be on tenterhooks no matter what you did.

If you try to sell a wolf pelt and run into a bearded man on the way, not only will the pelt be stolen, but you'll also lose your life. It's not worth it. You might as well take the item home first.

Just as he entered the village and turned past the old elm tree, Chen Gaoshan bumped into an acquaintance.

He is Wang Daqiang, the son of Wang Ershen, who is known for her ability to perform divination in the village.

Everyone used to call him Silly Qiangzi, but in the last two years he's grown up and gotten really tall, so the word "Big" has been added to his name, making him Big Silly Qiang.

As his name suggests, he is tall, strong, and has a lot of presence.

This kid has a tough life. When he was ten years old, he had a high fever that damaged his brain. His mental capacity has remained at the age of ten ever since.

But he and Chen Gaoshan were true childhood friends, having grown up together playing in the mud, climbing trees, and going up roofs.

When we were kids, we were so close we could share a pair of pants. We'd go fishing in the river together, sneak up on the walls to watch the fun, and even squat together in front of Widow Wang's house and in Uncle Er's backyard.

Back then, we were just kids messing around, we didn't understand anything, we just wanted something new and fun.

Behind her back, people always gossiped, saying that Aunt Wang was too good at judging things and prying into the secrets of heaven, which damaged her virtue and caused retribution to fall on her son.