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

Er Lengzi wiped his nose, and upon seeing the newcomer, muttered discontentedly, "Chen Jianming, you're not dead, are you? What do you mean by that?"

Chen Jianming weighed the entrenching tool in his hand, intending to make him understand why he died: "Did you threaten Sister Jiang Yue?"

Upon hearing this, Er Lengzi immediately understood; even a fool would know what was going on.

He scoffed, "So it was that little wench who sent you? Let me tell you the truth, I've got her sorted out. You'd better get lost, or you'll ruin my plans and I'll break your legs. You think you can fight me with that skinny little thing?"

"Old habits die hard."

Chen Jianming shook his head, too lazy to waste words with him, and slapped Er Lengzi on the forehead with a shovel.

After training for some time, he became incredibly strong. Er Lengzi never expected him to make a move and fainted on the spot.

After putting Er Lengzi into his spatial storage and carefully checking to make sure no traces were left behind, Chen Jianming left with peace of mind.

Back in the village, I wanted to talk to Tian Jiangyue and tell her that she didn't need to worry anymore.

Before he had taken more than a few steps, Chen Jianming spotted an old acquaintance walking toward him with a stern face.

He greeted him with a smile, "Uncle Mancang!"

"Why aren't you staying on the mountain? What are you doing back here?" Wang Mancang said irritably, though he was quite surprised.

This kid is still alive!

He knew better than anyone how dangerous Heiyu Mountain was!

Chen Jianming, of course, couldn't tell the truth. His eyes darted around, and he said, "It's too tough up in the mountains, there's not enough food. Uncle Mancang, could you apply for some more food for me? Otherwise, I can't stay here any longer."

"Alright, alright, come with me."

Wang Mancang waved his hand, looking impatient, too lazy to listen to Chen Jianming continue.

He didn't want to provide food at all, but the position of mountain guard was inherently dangerous, and no one else wanted to go. He was still hoping that Chen Jianming would continue to guard the mountain.

"Okay."

Chen Jianming followed.

He had considered getting rid of the old man, but he had dealt with too many people recently, including Chen Dajun not long ago.

Unlike vagrants like Er Laizi, who were generally disliked, Wang Mancang had been in the village for many years and held a high position of power and influence.

If something else goes wrong, the higher-ups will probably send people to investigate thoroughly.

"Have you heard? It's haunted over at Heiyu Mountain. The hunters from Liujia Village went into the mountains and haven't returned for days. When the village sent people to look for them, they found an arm hanging from a tree. Everyone says it's because they've offended some unclean spirit."

"Look, isn't that Xiao Chen, who was sent to guard the mountain?"

"My God, he's still alive!"

At the village intelligence station, several middle-aged women were chatting about everyday matters, but when they saw Chen Jianming, they all looked like they had seen a ghost.

"Hello Aunt Liu, hello Grandma Zhang!"

Chen Jianming walked past Wang Mancang and greeted a few older women.

As for what the others said, he didn't take it to heart at all.

Some of the older people in the village are quite superstitious.

They arrived at Wang Mancang's house and had just taken more than 20 jin of grain.

Wang Mancang, his face dark, shooed him away: "Alright kid, you've got the grain, now get back home. Don't keep running down the mountain."

Chen Jianming ignored him, picked up the grain, and left.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Tian Jiangyue went outside to throw mud. Chen Jianming walked by and gave her a subtle look: "The matter has been resolved."

With that old bastard Wang Mancang around, he couldn't even have a romantic moment with Tian Jiangyue, so he could only go back to the mountain.

Halfway there, he suddenly remembered a geomantically auspicious site that the previous group of amateur archaeologists had discovered.

Those guys fought over that place.

"We're not short of food now, so it's good to go and take a look. Maybe there'll be some good stuff."

That auspicious burial site was in the opposite direction of his cabin, located dozens of miles away at Burial Ridge.

It didn't snow today, and since he had nothing to do back on the mountain, he decided to explore it.

With Chen Jianming's current physical strength, walking dozens of miles is no problem at all; he doesn't even break a sweat.

According to the tomb raiders' memories, Chen Jianming arrived at a cave about two hours later!

"It seems this is the place that group of people found back then." Chen Jianming looked up.

The cave is two or three meters high and quite well hidden. The entrance is covered by large trees and various vines, and several huge rocks have been placed nearby. You can't find it at all unless you get close.

Something is wrong!

After taking a few steps forward, Chen Jianming suddenly discovered some footprints at the entrance of the cave.

The cave wasn't natural either; there were even traces of cement used to construct the entrance.

"Could it be that the tomb raiders haven't left yet?" Chen Jianming wondered.

It seems that those tomb raiders fought each other because of a dispute over the spoils.

He dared not be careless, so he carefully took out his gun and walked into the cave.

The cave was dimly lit, but after walking more than ten meters, some light appeared, which made Chen Jianming even more puzzled.

"Baka yarou!"

Chen Jianming was startled and quickly hid.

That sound just now, it sounded like Japanese!

In his previous life, he had been in contact with wealthy women and had learned some other languages, so he knew a little about this.

Chen Jianming frowned deeply: "Could there still be Japanese soldiers here? Could it be that spies have infiltrated?"

"You bastard! How dare you block the Imperial Army's path! You'll die!"

"Hi!"

The sound came again, and Chen Jianming mustered his courage and stepped forward. He peeked out and saw a Japanese officer holding a samurai sword, loudly reprimanding an old man dressed as a farmer.

"Damn it! There really are Japanese devils here!" Chen Jianming exclaimed in shock.

Is this still in China?

It's been liberated for a long time now, yet Japanese officers are still here!

He looked up carefully again and saw some Japanese soldiers near the officer, their heads down, busy with something.

The cave was winding and the light was dim, so he couldn't see very clearly, but he estimated there were dozens of people.

"There are too many people, it's difficult to make a move. Let's observe first."

Chen Jianming hid behind a rock, intending to check the situation first.

The Japanese officer reprimanded him a few more times, and after a while, the old man dressed as a farmer finally came out of the cave.

The other party was very cautious, looking around before heading down the mountain towards a certain place.

"Liu Family Village?"

Chen Jianming followed silently for several miles, only to discover that the other party was heading towards the neighboring Liu Family Village.

He heard it clearly; it was definitely a Japanese soldier too.

"Grandpa, why are you going up the mountain in this heavy snow?"

Having already traveled some distance from the cave, and with no need to worry about being discovered, Chen Jianming took the initiative to go to meet them.

At the same time, he didn't dare to let his guard down, and reached for the pistol on his lower back.

The old man dressed as a farmer's expression changed slightly, but he quickly recovered and said, "Isn't it because my grandson is clamoring for meat? I'm going up the mountain before it snows to see if I can catch any game."

"This little Japanese guy has a pretty good accent."

Chen Jianming sneered. If he hadn't witnessed that scene with his own eyes, he probably wouldn't have been able to tell that there was anything wrong with the other person's accent.