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

"Honey, you were perfectly fine when you left, how could this happen?"

Yingzi collapsed beside the young hunter, her face full of heartache, sobbing uncontrollably, her body trembling slightly.

"Yingzi, I've encountered a pack of wolves, and it's this brother... cough cough cough!"

Before the young hunter could finish his sentence, he started coughing violently again.

The wound was aggravated, causing a large amount of blood to flow out, and the clothes at the chest area were soaked through.

Chen Jianming stepped forward and explained softly, "He was surrounded by a pack of wolves. I happened to be there and rescued him, bringing him back."

"I see, thank you, brother. Please look after my husband for me while I go find Doctor Wang in the village."

Yingzi hastily wiped away her tears and ran away from the yard.

Chen Jianming had originally planned to leave after seeing the person off, but seeing the situation now, he couldn't get away for the time being and had to stay.

The courtyard was small, with only a few dilapidated thatched huts.

The corners of the wall were cracked in some places, with obvious fissures, indicating that the family was living in poverty.

No wonder young hunters go up the mountain at night to hunt; it's all for the sake of making a living.

"They are all ordinary people with unfortunate lives."

Chen Jianming shook his head, feeling somewhat reluctant.

The bald monks and Japanese soldiers in Lanruo Temple are all fat and bloated, while the people down the mountain are living such a miserable life.

Before long, Yingzi led a barefoot doctor carrying a medicine box back to the courtyard.

Behind them followed an old man wearing a melon-shaped hat, with a kind face, who looked to be in his fifties or sixties.

"Village chief, it was this brother who saved my husband," Yingzi said to the old man, her voice choked with emotion.

The village chief nodded, then looked at the young hunter: "Sigh, you child, I told you not to go into the mountains, but you wouldn't listen! Now you're injured like this, what are you going to do with Yingzi and the two children?"

"Village chief...you've arrived, cough cough cough!"

The young hunter tried to speak, but then coughed again, and his complexion worsened.

"How did you get so badly injured?"

Doctor Wang approached, his brows furrowed.

"Dr. Wang, you must save my husband! I'll kowtow to you!" Yingzi said, about to kneel down.

Doctor Wang quickly helped her up and sighed, "Well, I'll do my best. Let's carry him inside first."

The men busied themselves carrying the young hunter inside and placing him on the bed.

After a commotion, the two children, probably woken up, came out of the inner room hand in hand.

There was a boy and a girl. The girl was older, about seven or eight years old, while the boy was only five or six years old, with snot bubbles still hanging from his nose.

"Mother, what's wrong?"

"Mom, is Dad back? Did he catch the little rabbit? I think I just heard Dad's voice."

The two children looked at Yingzi timidly.

Yingzi quickly stood in front of the young hunter to prevent the two children from seeing.

She wiped her face, fighting back tears, and said to the girl, "It's nothing, Xiao Juan'er. It's still early. Take your brother back to sleep for a while."

The girl obediently nodded and led the little boy back into the inner room.

After closing the door to the inner room tightly, Yingzi turned around and said, "Dr. Wang, you can see for yourself, I have two children at home, still so young. They can't be without their father! You must save them!"

"Yes, Old Wang, this family can't be without a pillar of support," the village chief said earnestly.

Dr. Wang looked reluctant and waved his hand, saying, "I will do my best. You can go out now, boil some hot water, and wipe the blood off his body."

"Okay, I'll go burn it right away!"

Yingzi hurriedly ran out of the house to boil water.

Chen Jianming and the village chief also came out of the house. Looking at the sky, it was already bright. People in the village get up early, and some farmers' houses already had smoke rising from their chimneys.

He planned to leave some money for the family before he left.

Given the poor conditions and the young hunter's severe injuries, his chances of survival were slim.

If he hadn't been clinging to life, wanting to come back and see his family one last time, he probably would have died in the mountains.

"Young man, you look quite young. Where are you from?"

The village chief took the initiative to strike up a conversation and even politely offered him a cigarette.

"Thank you, but I don't smoke. I'm a relative from Linjiatun, and I came here to look for my family. I encountered this situation on the way."

Chen Jianming waved his hand in refusal and made up a random identity.

Linjiatun is also a village at the foot of Lanruo Mountain, about 20 miles away from Lanshan Village.

He didn't mean to deliberately hide it, but Heiyu Mountain is more than 100 kilometers away from here, and if he told anyone, probably no one would believe him.

Letting others know only makes things harder to explain and creates unnecessary trouble.

"Anyway, thank you. Sigh, Yingzi's family...it's so tough! How did this have to happen again!"

The village chief lit a cigarette and puffed on it.

While they were chatting, the door creaked open, and Doctor Wang walked out of the room with his head down.

"Old Wang, how's it going?" The village chief put out his cigarette and quickly went to greet him.

"Village chief, I've done my best, but given the conditions in our village, let Yingzi say a few last words to him." Doctor Wang shook his head.

"Clatter—"

Yingzi was carrying a basin of water when she heard these words. She immediately dropped the basin on the ground and ran into the house crying.

"Village chief, I have something to tell you. Can we talk in private?" Doctor Wang tugged at the village chief's sleeve.

"What's wrong?" The village chief asked, following after them with a puzzled look.

The two stood outside the courtyard talking, discussing something, occasionally glancing at Chen Jianming inside.

Chen Jianming didn't plan to stay there any longer; there was nothing he could do about it.

He took out a stack of silver dollars, intending to leave them for Yingzi before leaving.

It's not that I don't want to give more, it's just that given the current situation, I can't keep her even if I give her too much.

Just as they were about to leave, the village chief, who had returned to the courtyard, stopped them.

"Young man, I shouldn't trouble you, but this happened so suddenly, and we can't find anyone to help in the village right now. Could you help bury Yingzi's husband before you leave? Don't worry, we won't let you work for nothing; the village will give you twenty catties of grain as compensation," the village chief said earnestly.

"Alright then, I'll help, but I don't need the food. It's no trouble at all. Please leave the food for this family."

After a moment's hesitation, Chen Jianming agreed.

Since we're here, let's help them to the end.

"Thank you, young man. I can tell you're kind-hearted at first glance," the village chief said repeatedly.

Inside the house, Yingzi woke up the two children from the inner room and brought them to the young hunter's bedside.

"Juan'er, you and your brother should kowtow to your father." Yingzi's eyes were filled with tears.

"Dad, what's wrong with you? Waaaaah!"

"Dad, you're not going to die, are you? You haven't caught the little rabbit for me yet."

The girl pulled her younger brother to kneel in front of the bed, and the two children cried more and more sadly than the other.

"Juan'er, you and your brother will listen to your mother from now on."

The young hunter forced a smile, then turned to Yingzi: "Yingzi, I think that young man is a good person, you're not suitable..."

Before he could finish speaking, the young hunter closed his eyes and breathed his last.

"Master!"

Yingzi suddenly collapsed to the ground and burst into tears.