Reborn as a capitalist's young master in the 1970s, he starts his life by being blocked at the

By extracting memories, Chen Jianming learned that those desperate criminals were poachers.

They roamed around, committing all sorts of evil deeds, and several mountain guardians died at their hands.

However, it must be said that although these people have committed many evil deeds, they each have their own unique skills.

For example, the lean man was very good at hand-to-hand combat, the one-armed third brother could identify different medicinal herbs, and the one-eyed dragon was good at marksmanship and setting traps.

As for that fat man with the scar...

Thinking of this, Chen Jianming felt a wave of nausea and vomiting.

He felt the chrysanthemum was a little cool!

That beast is a complete pervert; he didn't even spare a seventy-year-old mountain guardian...

"I guess I've done something to rid the people of a scourge? Hmm, how could I not?" Chen Jianming nodded to himself.

Besides learning the skills of several poachers, Chen Jianming also managed to swindle some food coupons and money from them.

With a few hunting rifles added, it's almost as good as that little goat.

To Chen Jianming's surprise, he also found a small pistol and some bullets on the one-eyed man.

It's obvious without even thinking that these were taken from other victims.

This is much more convenient than a shotgun!

...

Time flies in the mountains; two weeks have passed in the blink of an eye.

The weather is getting colder and colder, winter has finally arrived, and outside the wooden house, it is snowing heavily again.

Chen Jianming never came down the mountain.

He seemed to have been forgotten, and no one came up the mountain to look for him.

There was no sound from the village; the incident of Chen Dajun's car being bombed should be completely over.

"In these mountains, money and food coupons are of little use!"

Chen Jianming put down his carving knife, a sense of crisis rising within him.

Actually, he didn't have much food left. He had lost a goat and only had some corn and ham left. There was still too little meat.

"I wonder how Tian Jiangyue is doing now! Has she successfully returned to the city with those other female educated youths?"

Chen Jianming thought of Tian Jiangyue again.

For no other reason than to talk to the other person!

Having lost the little goat, he felt even more lonely staying alone in the godforsaken place of Black Valley Mountain.

That night.

Chen Jianming, carrying a hunting rifle and a pistol at his waist, led the sapper out of the gate and into a nearby old forest.

Then he started digging, intending to set up some traps to expend some energy and cool down.

We can catch some wild animals to supplement our meat supply.

He worked for most of the night, setting up numerous traps within a radius of more than ten miles around the wooden house.

Looking up, I saw that the snow had stopped and the sky was gradually turning white.

"Hopefully we can hunt more game to prepare for the winter!"

Chen Jianming wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked expectantly at the traps.

I patted my stomach; after a busy night, I was actually a bit hungry.

Back in the cabin, Chen Jianming ate ham while thinking about what had happened during this time.

Compared to when he first transmigrated, he has become significantly more ruthless, and has taken several lives.

He felt that he no longer had any aversion to killing people; it was like killing a chicken.

"They were all wicked people anyway, so killing them is fine. It's good to settle scores and uphold justice!"

Chen Jianming warmed himself by the fire and took a big bite of ham.

The house was warm, and the fire in the stove illuminated the entire wooden cabin.

In this barbaric era, Chen Jianming learned a great deal, both in terms of forbearance and caution.

As the saying goes, even if a person has no intention of harming a tiger, a tiger may have the intention to harm a person.

Often, he did it out of necessity to protect himself.

Neither Han Lang nor Chen Dajun, nor those desperados from a few days ago, are any good people; their existence only adds to their sins.

Chen Jianming's parents were too kind, which is why they were framed by Chen Dajun and Chen Damin.

The desperados still had a few bags of liquor left on them, but he didn't touch them to stay sober.

Deep in the mountains and forests, it was peaceful enough, but danger lurked everywhere. Unexpected situations could arise at any time, so he dared not touch alcohol.

Speaking of righteous indignation, Chen Jianming thought of his third uncle, Chen Damin, who seemed even more treacherous and cunning than Chen Dajun.

"Once we get back to the city, we'll send him to reunite with Chen Da's army!"

He didn't know before that his parents were killed by them, but now that he does, he is determined to avenge them.

We must also take back all the assets left by our parents!

Outside the window, the snow started falling again, and the yard was covered with a thick layer of snow.

"Bang bang bang—"

After finishing his ham, Chen Jianming yawned contentedly and was just about to go to sleep when there was a knock on his door.

When will this ever end?

His pupils contracted. Why were they here again after he had just seen off four desperados?

"Is anyone home? Could I come in to get out of the snow and warm up?" A clear, melodious voice rang out from outside the door.

woman?

Chen Jianming was puzzled, sensing something was amiss.

Where would a woman come from in this desolate wilderness?

"Bang bang bang—" The knocking sounded again.

"Who?"

"Hello, I'm from the forest farm. The snow is falling too heavily. Could you let me in to take shelter?" a woman's voice rang out.

Even though it was a woman, Chen Jianming didn't dare to let his guard down. He touched the pistol at his waist with one hand and opened the door with the other.

Outside the door stood a pretty young woman with a long braid, wearing a blue floral cotton-padded jacket. She was so cold that she kept breathing on her hands, and her fair and delicate face was red from the cold.

"Hello!"

When Chen Jianming opened the door, the young woman quickly came to greet him.

Chen Jianming cautiously looked around to make sure there was no one else nearby before welcoming the other person in.

"It's so cold today!"

The young woman was quite bold; not only was she not afraid at all, but she also actively looked Chen Jianming up and down after entering the house.

At the same time, Chen Jianming was also sizing up the other party.

The girl had fair skin, delicate features, and big eyes. Even though she was only wearing a plain blue floral cotton-padded jacket, her curvaceous figure was still evident, and she exuded a youthful aura.

"Have a glass of water."

Thank you.

Seeing that the other person didn't seem like a bad person, Chen Jianming proactively poured a cup of hot water and handed it to him.

After chatting with her for a while, I learned that the girl's name was Yang Yu and she came from a forest farm more than ten miles away.

"You're quite lucky. I set up a lot of animal traps around here, and you didn't step on a single one."

Chen Jianming wondered, "With so much snow, why are you here all alone?"

In this desolate wilderness, in this awful weather, Yang Yu, a young woman, wasn't afraid at all.

I don't know whether to say she's bold or too naive.

If Yang Yu hadn't wiped out those four poachers, and instead stumbled upon such a young and beautiful girl, she would have met a terrible end if she had fallen into the hands of those desperate criminals.

He knew exactly how perverted those people were; they didn't even spare old men...

"I was on my way back to the village to get supplies, but the snow was too heavy and I got lost! Besides, what's wrong with being alone? Are you looking down on women? Who are you underestimating? I spotted all those traps, how could I possibly step on them?"

Yang Yu, holding a teacup, defiantly lifted the corner of his shirt, revealing a pistol tucked into his waistband.

Chen Jianming nodded. No wonder he wasn't afraid at all; he had something to rely on.