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

The "club" Zou Shengrong was referring to was ginseng.

This quality of five-leaf ginseng is quite rare. It must grow for 30 years before the terminal bud splits into five compound leaves to be worthy of being called "five-leaf ginseng".

You might not see even one in the entire commune in a year.

If you take it to a state-run pharmacy, you can at least get two bicycles in return.

"Li Lei, are you going to trade this for bear bile with Chang Kun?" Zou Shengrong wished he could pay for the ginseng himself.

This is a lifesaver in a critical moment!

Why is Li Lei trading this for bear bile with Chang Kun? Isn't that a bit of a loss for him?

Chang Kun didn't know much about ginseng, but from Zou Shengrong's expression, he knew that this ginseng was quite valuable.

"Is this...okay?" He hesitated a bit. Zou Shengrong's demeanor made him feel that this ginseng was more valuable than bear bile.

"Brother Chang, this club tree was brought out by my father years ago. He originally intended it to be a family heirloom."

"You saved three of my lives the day before yesterday, and I was thinking of repaying you. Now I'll use it to exchange for bear bile."

Seeing that Chang Kun was still hesitating, Zou Shengrong urged him from the side: "This club is completely worth as much as bear bile, Chang Kun, you don't need to hesitate anymore."

"Alright." Chang Kun nodded, took the ginseng wrapped in tree bark, and examined it carefully for a few moments.

The ginseng lay on the moss, its yellowish-brown body wrinkled like old tree bark, its branches twisting like arms, and its tip bearing a ring of old scars, feeling hard to the touch.

This is ginseng; the vital energy within it can give a person a much-needed respite when they are on the verge of death.

Seeing that Chang Kun accepted the ginseng, Li Lei chatted for a few minutes, mentioning the tiger that Chang Kun and his group had encountered that day.

"It's a good thing you didn't hit it. Tigers are called mountain gods, and we hunters should avoid touching them, as it's taboo."

"How so?" Zou Shengrong was very interested in this mysterious matter.

"That was back in my grandfather's generation..."

Li Lei recounted an old story: back in his grandfather's generation, there was a hunter famous for miles around, known as "Liang the Cannon".

Liang Jupao possessed a unique skill: he could observe the movement routes of animals, place ground cannons on the ground, and when prey passed by, he would trigger the cannon mechanism, killing the prey.

The principle sounds simple, like using landmines to ambush the Japanese in landmine warfare.

However, it is not easy to accurately predict the prey's route and then design a cannon that the prey will not notice.

With this unique skill, Liang Jupao was able to frequently hunt black bears in those days and amassed a considerable fortune.

Unfortunately, human greed knows no bounds. He felt that hunting black bears with artillery was too slow and changed his hunting target to tigers.

Logically speaking, this method of hunting with ground-based artillery should be virtually risk-free.

All you need to do is lay a cannon and then go up the mountain every few days to see if any prey has been shot; there's no need to actually fight the prey with knives and guns.

But unforeseen events can happen at any time.

Just as Liang Jupao had defeated the first tiger and was feeling triumphant and ready to unleash his full potential, an unexpected incident occurred.

After he killed the tiger, he went up the mountain specifically to find places where tigers were known to roam, and used stun guns to hunt them down.

Once, he went up the mountain to check the bombs he had buried to see if they had hit any tigers. Just then, he stepped on one of the bombs he had buried and was riddled with bullets on the spot.

When his family came up the mountain, he was staring wide-eyed at the sky, looking as if he had died with his eyes wide open.

For someone who hunts with burrowed traps year-round, stepping on their own trap is as absurd as a fisherman getting a fishhook caught in his own mouth.

This incident caused a great stir among the hunters in the surrounding villages. Everyone said that Liang Jupao had angered the mountain god by killing a tiger for money, and that was why he had been punished.

Think about it, tigers are the mounts of the mountain gods, and he dared to kill them and sell them for money; he was simply courting death.

After hearing the story, Chang Kun felt a little guilty.

Compared to sika deer or red deer, he would much rather hunt a tiger and get some tiger penis wine or tiger bone wine, but he never expected there to be such a saying.

He didn't scoff at these claims, after all, he was reborn, which was far more exaggerated than any legend about a mountain god.

It seems best not to hunt tigers; these mysterious things are better believed than not.

Back at his residence, Chang Kun played with the ginseng for a while, then put it into his spatial storage and checked the system.

[Ding! 1/1 Brown Bear Captured, Reward: 10 Jin of Zongzi Leaf Rice Cakes.]

[The current host can sense prey weighing less than 720 jin (approximately 860 kg) within a range of 1850 meters.]

[Ding! Black Bear 1/1 captured, reward: 2 cans of Bear's Milk Powder.]

[The current host can sense prey weighing less than 740 jin (approximately 860 kg) within a range of 1900 meters.]

There were two more kinds of food. The space was teeming with all sorts of food, practically a mini granary.

The next morning, Chang Kun went into the mountains alone.

He planned to lure out the man-eating mother bear and deal with it completely.

I didn't let the three Chen brothers come with us today. That mother bear is too cunning; she might not come out if there are too many people around.

Following the mountain fork, they headed deeper into the mountains. Along the way, they fought roe deer and pheasants. When there was no prey, Chang Kun put the 56 semi-automatic into his spatial storage to prevent the mother bear from smelling it.

When they reached a shady hillside, Chang Kun suddenly smiled.

Far away, a mother bear quietly entered her sensing range.

It didn't rush towards Chang Kun's direction, but instead lingered two or three miles away, as if assessing the situation.

What a shrewd mother bear.

If I were holding a gun right now, and the mother bear smelled it, she would probably turn tail and run away immediately.

Chang Kun remained calm, pretending to know nothing, and slowly walked along the ridge. He would shoot at any flying dragon he found with his slingshot, leaving himself three chances to "hit the target with one shot".

The black bear lingered, getting closer and closer.

1,000 meters, 800 meters, 500 meters...

Seemingly realizing that the two-legged creature was unarmed, the black bear's mouth watered as it recalled the delicious taste of that tender meat.

Finally, the mother bear got within 100 meters of Chang Kun.

Chang Kun saw the black bear clearly for the first time. Its black fur was shiny and stained with dark red blood. Saliva dripped from its open mouth, and its small eyes flashed with a bloodthirsty ferocity from time to time.

Being so close, Chang Kun could easily retrieve a gun from his spatial storage and kill the mother bear with a single shot.

Considering that we are still quite a distance from the main road outside the mountains, we might as well let the mother bear run a short distance away. The closer we get to the outside of the mountains, the less effort it will be to drag her later.

Pretending not to see the black bear, Chang Kun slowly walked towards the outside of the mountain.

Those who frequently travel to Tibet and are chased by bears know that bears love to pretend nothing's wrong and then launch a surprise attack.

At this moment, the mother bear was like this. Seeing Chang Kun walking towards the outside of the mountain, she followed behind him at a leisurely pace, looking left and right and sniffing around, but she didn't rush up to attack directly.

And so, the man and the bear, one pretending not to see the bear, the other pretending not to be interested in two-legged creatures.

Gradually, the mother bear got closer and closer to Chang Kun. She shook her head from side to side, avoiding looking at Chang Kun, and began to sniff around on the ground.

It's important to note that whether it's a black bear or a Tibetan bear, this action is a camouflage, designed to lower the other party's guard before launching a surprise attack.

The mother bear was drooling and her eyes were blazing with ferocity.

10米…9米…8米…7…7.62？？

Just as it was about to pounce and pin Chang Kun to the ground to feast, it suddenly noticed the long spear that Chang Kun had somehow acquired.

The mother bear was stunned!

You should have said you had a gun earlier! I've been putting on this show for ages!

The worst thing happened: after following him for a while, I discovered he had a gun!