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

"Dream on!"

Yang Yu quickly picked up the rabbit leg, took a big bite, and made a face at Chen Jianming.

I can't let this little brat bully me. Consider this rabbit leg my compensation!

The two bickered as they finished their meal. Chen Jianming tidied up briefly, glanced at the sky, and realized it was almost noon.

The cold wind is howling outside, and it's still snowing heavily; it's unlikely to stop anytime soon.

In the forest, some dead branches were broken by the weight of the snow, and there was still a thick layer of snow on the ground.

In this kind of weather, the wind is so strong that people can't even open their eyes, and Yang Yu can't even leave if she wants to.

"Looks like I'll have some fun these next few days," Chen Jianming thought to himself, secretly pleased.

Having been alone in the mountains for so long, he was finally able to meet Yang Yu, and he couldn't bear to see her leave.

While Yang Yu went outside to relieve herself, Chen Jianming went into the space to take a look.

Two down jackets, one men's and one women's, fell out of the crack this time, and they were quite novel in style.

Chen Jianming thought about it for a moment, but still didn't take the down jacket out.

It wasn't that he was stingy, but the styles of these two down jackets were clearly out of date, and it would be difficult to explain them to others.

Yang Yu left the space just as she returned from relieving herself outside.

Snowflakes were falling heavily outside the window, but the fire in the stove inside the wooden house made it very warm.

The two sat in the room without saying a word, and the atmosphere became somewhat awkward.

Yang Yu's face flushed as she thought about what happened last night.

She shook her head, dismissing those thoughts, and fiddled with the hem of her clothes before speaking first: "Hey, how old are you?"

"Don't you know?" Chen Jianming chuckled.

Yang Yu was stunned for a moment, then her face flushed red as she realized what she meant, and she spat out, "You bastard, you're so indecent."

He rolled his eyes at Chen Jianming and said, "You don't look that old, so why are you here as a mountain guardian?"

She worked in the forest farm and had a general understanding of the people guarding the mountains nearby; they were mostly hunters and elderly people.

I've never seen a mountain guardian as delicate-skinned and young as Chen Jianming before.

"It's all because of my bad class background. My parents are gone, and I've been classified as one of the 'Five Black Categories.' At least here guarding the mountain, I won't be bullied by anyone."

Chen Jianming had nothing to hide and told everyone his story.

Of course, the parts about space and killing those bad guys were skipped over.

Yang Yu was also a sent-down youth and felt the same way. After hearing about these experiences, her eyes reddened, and she looked at Chen Jianming with a deeper sense of heartache.

"And you? How old are you? Where are you from? How did you end up working at the forest farm?"

As Chen Jianming spoke, he secretly glanced at Yang Yu's chest.

Yang Yu, oblivious to Chen Jianming's gaze, replied, "I'm from Shanghai, and like you, I was also sent down here."

"A Shanghai auntie?"

Chen Jianming recalled a certain beverage from his previous life.

He had long suspected that Yang Yu came from a big city, as her entire demeanor was completely out of place in this small, dilapidated mountain village.

"What 'auntie'? I'm only 20 years old. You should call me 'sister'."

Yang Yu was furious and wished she could beat Chen Jianming to a pulp.

That little rascal, although he's good-looking, his mouth is way too venomous, it's so damn infuriating!

"With your narrow-mindedness, you expect me to call you 'sister'?"

"Hey, explain yourself clearly! What's wrong with my temper?!"

"Her heart...is very big!"

The cold wind rattled against the window, and the two bickered inside, chatting idly until it was afternoon.

Yang Yu couldn't go out even if she wanted to, and staying inside wasn't very interesting either. Feeling a bit tired, she yawned and went back to her bedroom to take a nap.

"No...why are you taking my clothes off?"

"Ugh..."

The snow fell all night and didn't stop until the next day.

Yang Yu lay on the bed, looked out the window, and then glanced at Chen Jianming beside her.

The snow finally stopped, and she should go back to the forest farm. It will probably be difficult for us to have any contact again in the future.

After spending these two days together, she felt a little reluctant to part ways.

Will we ever see each other again?

Chen Jianming looked at Yang Yu, knowing that after she left, he would be alone in this desolate wilderness again.

"Don't overthink it. I'm still a virgin! You're not allowed to tell anyone about these things!"

Yang Yu waved her fist, her tone threatening, but her eyes were gentle.

Chen Jianming: "And then what?"

Yang Yu bit her lip: "I'll come see you when I have time in the future..."

Chen Jianming reluctantly saw Yang Yu off, but his heart was filled with joy.

From then on, things finally became a bit more enjoyable in these deep mountains and forests.

...

"boom--"

With a gunshot, the snow on the trees in the forest fell in a flurry, and a roe deer in the distance fell to the ground.

"Haha, one shot, one kill!"

Chen Jianming stepped forward, picked up his prey, and was quite satisfied.

With the memories of poachers, he picked it up very quickly and was a very accurate shot, blowing the head off a roe deer dozens of meters away with a single shot.

After Yang Yu left, he returned to his previous life.

Now he spends his free time hunting, and his martial arts skills have become quite good; he's living a rather enjoyable life.

"That woman, didn't she say she was coming to see me? It's been a week, and she hasn't even sent a message."

In the courtyard, Chen Jianming practiced a set of boxing techniques, then stopped and looked in the direction of the forest farm, feeling very angry.

"Bang bang bang—"

Suddenly, a burst of rapid gunfire came from afar, startling the wild animals in the forest into fleeing in panic.

What's going on?

Chen Jianming was startled and hurriedly returned to the wooden house, closed the doors and windows, and peered out through the cracks in the window.

The gunfire grew increasingly intense, and three figures soon appeared outside the wooden house.

"These bastards are so unethical! And they're really troublesome!"

"Let's hide inside for a while, and then we'll have a good fight with those youngsters later!"

Two middle-aged men and an elderly man approached the wooden house, shouting and cursing loudly.

"Doesn't sound like a good person?" Chen Jianming narrowed his eyes.

Judging from their attire, those people didn't seem to be from the vicinity of Heiyu Mountain.

The old man was wearing reading glasses, and strange objects jingled around his waist, which looked like a compass and talismans.

One of the middle-aged men was limping, and his leg was still bleeding, clearly indicating that he was injured.

"Damn it, this trap must have been set by one of the hunters here. I'll kill him first!" the injured man cursed.

Seeing that the group had entered the courtyard and was about to kick down the door, Chen Jianming quickly entered his spatial dimension.

"Damn it, how come this broken door is so sturdy?"

A middle-aged man stepped forward and kicked the door hard, but instead of opening it, he tripped and fell backward.

After Chen Jianming's renovations, the wooden house is as sturdy as a small fortress.

The gunfire in the woods grew increasingly intense, gradually approaching the cabin.

The man didn't dare to delay, so he hurriedly got up and kicked the wooden door dozens of times before it finally opened.

After the group entered the house, the gunfire from the woods continued for a while, but eventually subsided as if it had lost its target.

"The homeowner must have gone into hiding. We'll find him and kill him to avoid delaying our plans."

The old man gave the order; his face was ashen like withered tree bark, but his eyes were unusually ruthless, clearly the leader of the remaining two.

Upon hearing this, the two middle-aged men split up and searched the house for quite a while, but they didn't see a single ghost.

"Looks like they escaped."

The injured man cursed fiercely, blood streaming down his calf, soaking through his thick cotton trousers.

He went to the bedroom to search, looking under the bed several times, but still found nothing.

Just as he was about to leave the bedroom, a figure appeared in front of him and pointed a pistol at his head.

"you..."

The injured man looked as if he had seen a ghost, and was terrified.