Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

After eating soybeans, lying under the shade of a tree and enjoying the breeze is simply wonderful, making you feel drowsy.

"Brother Kun, thank you."

Zhang Quhun wasn't stupid, he just didn't like to talk. He knew that even without him today, Chang Kun would still have gained so much.

"This guy never says thank you."

Chang Kun muttered to himself, thinking to himself, "I never thanked you in my past life."

"Hey, Kun, look over there in that tree, what's that? It's a grayish thing that just flashed by."

Zhang Quhun leaned against the tree trunk, lowered his voice, pointed to the branches of the big tree next to him, and whispered in Chang Kun's ear.

"What the heck?"

Chang Kun immediately woke up and looked in the direction Zhang Quhun was pointing.

"It looks like a greyhound."

Chang Kun followed Zhang Quhun's direction and saw the little creature darting up and down the tree.

Greyhounds are squirrels, and that's what they're called in many mountainous areas of Beijing.

I focused my attention and carefully sensed with the system. There were still quite a few little creatures darting up and down among the trees.

The system is a bit sluggish; it can't detect prey unless you specifically try to sense it.

"Cricket, can you shoot it with a slingshot?"

Chang Kun remembers very clearly that among the animals in these mountains, squirrel meat is the most delicious.

It eats various nuts, seeds, and fruits year-round, and its flesh is tender with a unique aroma.

Thinking about this, he even felt a little hungry.

"I'll give it a try."

Zhang Quhun rolled over and knelt on one knee, raising his right thumb and pointing it at a dusty little squirrel on a tree—this action was remarkably similar to the scene where Zhu Zi bombarded the Japanese command post with an Italian cannon.

"It should be possible, let's try to take it down," Zhang Quhun said softly.

He picked up a few larger pebbles from the side, took out a slingshot from his pocket, placed the pebbles on the slingshot, squinted his left eye, and looked very focused.

Chang Kun watched with envy. In his previous life, he had learned to shoot with a slingshot many times, but he could never shoot as accurately as Zhang Quhun.

"puff!"

There was no sound of something piercing the air, only the sound of a pebble hitting a squirrel's head.

A squirrel let out a scream and fell to the ground.

Chang Kun saw that the squirrel had been shot, so he quickly ran over to pick it up and found that the squirrel's head was bleeding and it had been killed instantly.

"Wow, what a cricket!"

Chang Kun gave Zhang Quhun a thumbs up. He hadn't expected that Zhang Quhun, who was eighteen years old, would be so skilled with a slingshot.

Zhang Quhun smiled sheepishly, about to say something.

"Shh, there are several greyhounds heading that way," Chang Kun pointed in a direction.

"Let's go, follow them, and wipe them all out!"

Chang Kun packed the squirrel and carried the sack, while Zhang Quhun followed quietly behind.

Sensing the squirrel's location, Chang Kun provided Zhang Quhun with directions.

Zhang Quhun's shots were almost always accurate, and the group followed the squirrels all the way.

In the end, a total of five squirrels were killed.

Chang Kun held the squirrel by the tail, thinking about how he would eat meat that night, and turned to say:

"Cricket, this greyhound pelt, I think it can sell for a few cents at the supply and marketing cooperative. I'll ask someone about it later."

Zhang Quhun was even happier when he heard this. He didn't have much of a concept of money; he only knew that money could buy food.

"Oh right, let's go back to the spring we just saw." Chang Kun suddenly remembered something.

"Hey!" Zhang Quhun snatched the sack back and carried it on his own back, giving Chang Kun a break.

"There's food in the field mouse's burrow, and the greyhound might have some too. Let's go back and check."

"Yeah, Kun, you're really smart." Zhang Quhun's eyes lit up. How come he hadn't thought of that?

The two then came to the big tree next to the spring, looking up at the tree, wondering which tree might be the squirrel's storage room.

The system can only detect prey, not food. There's no other way but to try climbing the tree.

Fortunately, there were only five trees in total. The two of them each chose a tree and quickly climbed to the top.

Growing up in a mountainous area, climbing trees had long been a basic skill for boys.

"Wow, here I have such a big tree hole."

Chang Kun was lucky; he chose the squirrel's nest as his first tree.

He reached inside and pulled out a handful of pine nuts mixed with a few peanuts, which he then threw down.

Zhang Quhun grinned as he picked up the fruit under the tree, looking as happy as an old farmer who had just had a bountiful harvest.

(This situation is like when the roof beam is being raised in the countryside, people stand under the beam and wait for people to throw sugar, cigarettes, and all sorts of delicious treats down on them.)

"And walnuts." Chang Kun took out a handful of peanuts and pine nuts, and then took out walnuts.

Squirrels will hide whatever they can find that they can eat, and the variety is so diverse that Chang Kun doesn't even recognize some of the seeds. But since squirrels can eat them, then humans can too.

After emptying the squirrel's storage room, Chang Kun climbed down the tree and went with Zhang Quhun to check the harvest. The small pile was mostly pine nuts, peanuts, and walnuts, along with some unidentified seeds.

Zhang Quhun is a bit addicted; he's already gained so much in less than an afternoon.

"Brother Kun, let's go further into the mountains, maybe we'll find some greyhounds."

"Alright, let's go!" Chang Kun looked up at the sky; it was still early.

The two walked through trees of all sizes and slowly entered the deep mountains.

It's much cooler in the mountains, and the breeze is very refreshing.

At this moment, there was no specific purpose; they were just wandering around aimlessly, trying to sense the tracks of their prey.

As Chang Kun walked, he felt that the surrounding environment was somewhat familiar.

Think about it carefully: once you cross this ridge, isn't that the Wild Boar Ridge that everyone in the village knows in later generations?

After guns were banned in later generations, wild boars gradually proliferated and often ran up that collar to root for acorns, so the village gradually called that collar Wild Boar Ridge.

"Cricket, don't make a sound!" Chang Kun whispered.

After crossing the hill, the two lay down on a large rock, slowly raised their heads, and looked towards the mountain range ahead.

"Holy crap, a wild boar!" Zhang Quhun's voice was muffled in his throat, his whole body trembling with excitement.

Chang Kun also saw five or six wild boars on the opposite mountain ridge and wondered how he could shoot them down.

This wild boar has an extremely keen sense of smell and runs very fast. At the slightest disturbance, it will take off running and is impossible to catch.

Unless you have a gun!

Chang Kun's family had a shotgun, which was okay for shooting pheasants and rabbits, but for shooting wild boars, it was just a tickle.

The production team did have a water-spraying gun. After firing one shot, the cartridge had to be ejected and a new round loaded. Even at the fastest speed, it took three seconds to fire once.

In his previous life, Chang Kun had received militia training; his father, as the village's militia captain, taught him step by step.

At that time, his shooting skills were considered quite good in the nearby villages.

"I need to find a way to get a gun," Chang Kun thought, stroking his chin.

"Brother Kun, how do we catch it?"

Zhang Quhun looked at Chang Kun with excitement, awaiting instructions.

If they could catch a wild boar, how long could that last? Zhang Quhun was already imagining the scene of two people carrying the wild boar back to the village.

"How are we going to catch him? Chase him on foot? Or shoot him with your slingshot?" Chang Kun rolled his eyes at Zhang Quhun in annoyance.

You can't hit wild boars without a gun, unless you dig a trap.

But to trap a wild boar, you need to dig a trap that is at least two or three meters deep and one or two meters wide.

Not to mention that it would be impossible to do it with just a hoe, even with tools, it would take at least three to five days to dig such a large pit in Wild Boar Ridge, which is full of stones.

To spend three to five days digging a trap that is unlikely to catch a wild boar is something only a fool would do.

We still need guns!

A gun is a man's courage. If you have a gun, you can take down at least one of those wild boars.

Chang Kun suppressed his thoughts and slowly retreated with Zhang Quhun.

"Brother Kun, aren't we going to catch it? Or should I shoot it with a slingshot?" Zhang Quhun said, somewhat unwilling.

"Go ahead, the wild boar will thank you for scratching its itch!"

"Hehehe." Zhang Quhun could still understand good and bad words.