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

That night, Chang Kun, Qiang Jinan, and Cheng Rongjiang slept on the kang (heated brick bed) in the brigade headquarters. The three chatted about all sorts of things until very late before going to sleep.

The next morning, before dawn.

All that could be heard outside was a loud banging sound; someone was banging on the door.

Who is it?

Qiang Nan groggily got up and opened the door.

"Holy crap! You guys..." The sight before him jolted him awake instantly.

Hearing the exclamations, Chang Kun and Cheng Rongjiang quickly got up to check.

"this!"

"How did you all get into this mess!"

The five people who drove up last night are standing at the door, their faces covered in soot, and a stench is so strong it's hard to open your eyes.

Upon closer inspection, the dark, grimy surface was entirely composed of cow dung.

Is this washing your face with fresh cow dung?

Chang Kun's expression was strange. These people had rather peculiar tastes!

Cow dung as a face mask can actually whiten and moisturize the skin?

I wonder if these people have ever tasted cow dung...

"Quick, help fetch water!" the leader whispered, not daring to open his mouth for fear that the cow dung juice on his face would drip into his mouth.

"Why don't you find a ditch outside to wash yourselves?" Seeing the miserable state of these people, their faces covered in cow dung, Cheng Rongjiang couldn't bear it and quickly helped them find water.

"Damn it, where's the ditch here? I don't know where it is!" The man was on the verge of tears.

After washing them in several basins of water, seeing that they still smelled terrible, Chang Kun said, "I'll go ask them where the ditch is over here, you can go wash up there."

The leader hurriedly stopped them: "No! Don't let the villagers know..."

Seeing others staring at him, he covered his face with his hands, exclaiming, "This is so damn embarrassing!"

Chang Kun secretly rejoiced. He thought to himself, "You wouldn't listen to my advice last night. Now that you've been washing your faces with cow dung, you realize how shameful you are."

"My name is Ma Zhao, thank you." He took the basin of water that Cheng Rongjiang had brought and buried his entire head in it.

The five of them used a whole tub of water to rinse their mouths and wash their faces and heads several times until they could no longer smell anything before they stopped.

"What happened to you guys last night?" Cheng Rongjiang asked, voicing the question that Chang Kun and the other two were curious about.

Ma Zhao sighed: "I don't know what happened. We hadn't gone far from the village when we lost consciousness. When we woke up, it was almost dawn, and we were in this state."

The other team members kept their heads down and remained silent, full of confidence as they came to catch the fox spirit, but they didn't expect to suffer a big setback on the very first night.

Although no one was injured, being doused with cow dung was a severe blow to their mental well-being.

Just then, the village head's voice came from outside the door: "Leaders, breakfast is here for you."

Cheng Rongjiang quickly went outside and stopped the captain: "Give it to me, I'll take it inside."

The captain chuckled, "Alright, leader. After you arrived last night, those foxes didn't make much of a fuss. You guys are really capable."

Hearing this, Ma Zhao, who was inside the house, felt even more embarrassed. He had come to the village hoping to catch the fox spirit and make a name for himself, but he and his team had made a mistake. It was others who had driven the fox away last night.

While eating breakfast, the group introduced themselves to each other.

Upon hearing Chang Kun's name, Ma Zhao looked thoughtful and said, "I feel like I've heard that name somewhere before."

A teammate nearby reminded him, "I heard that the two big weasels last time were caught by a guy named Chang Kun."

"So it's you!" Ma Zhao's eyes lit up, and he reached out to shake hands with Chang Kun. "Comrade Chang Kun, the weasel we took away last time was caught by you. I heard you're a very skilled hunter."

Chang Kun, Cheng Rongjiang, and Qiang Jinnan then realized that the two weasels that looked like Huang Daxian had been stolen by them last time.

At the time, the military, the farm, and the zoo all wanted to take the two weasels for themselves, but a mysterious department produced a document and took them away directly.

"We didn't get to meet last time, so this is fate." With this connection, Ma Zhao became much more enthusiastic.

"The two weasels that Qiang and I caught last time, are they still alive?" Chang Kun asked.

Ma Zhao nodded: "Of course, we'll use them a lot if we take them back, but unfortunately... they're not very useful to our department."

After chatting for a while and getting to know each other, Chang Kun asked the question that had been bothering him: "Why are you preventing other departments from coming to rescue the village? Wouldn't it be better to have more people?"

"Well... it's alright to tell you, we're just afraid that if someone comes here, they might accidentally kill the fox spirit."

"Fox fur spirit? This..." Chang Kun was stunned for a moment, not expecting to hear this word from Ma Zhao's mouth.

"Fox spirit" is a common name for a fox spirit. When I was little, if I didn't go to sleep, my mother would often scare me by saying, "If you don't go to sleep, I'll call the fox spirit to come and take you away!"

"You've all seen that big weasel. Tell me, is that thing even a weasel anymore? It's more cunning than a human when it wears human skin..."

Qiang Jinan nodded, somewhat empathizing. When he was catching the weasel, he was almost tricked by the weasel's feint.

Ma Zhao continued, "Since you've seen it, I won't hide it from you. Some things do exist, but they're not as exaggerated as in the stories."

Chang Kun and the others looked at each other, stunned.

Suddenly, he remembered the story of the treasure and asked, "Is the legend of the Gray Immortal also true?"

Upon hearing this, Ma Zhao's expression changed immediately. He exchanged glances with his teammates and said, "Chang Kun, we can't say this. We have rules."

Chang Kun nodded thoughtfully. Could it be that these people's capture of Huang Daxian and the fox spirit is related to that Gray Daxian?

We didn't chat any further and quickly ate breakfast.

Ma Zhao and the others were exhausted after a night in the mountains, and finally climbed onto the kang (a heated brick bed) to catch up on their sleep.

Chang Kun and his two companions continued to survey the terrain around the village. When they reached the south side of the village, they saw a large expanse of lush green soybean fields.

"There are quite a few bean worms here, and they're pretty big." Cheng Rongjiang casually picked up a bean worm from a bean leaf and looked at it.

"Every night, the villagers are disturbed by the howling of foxes, and they can't sleep at all, so they don't have time to catch bean worms."

Looking at these bean worms, Chang Kun felt a little hungry. He grabbed some and fried them in oil, where they were crunchy and delicious.

I looked around the village, especially the woods where the fox had hidden last night. There was no sign of the fox at all; it was as if the woods had been cleaned up after the fox left.

Chang Kun shook his head. It would be difficult for Ma Zhao and his group to capture the fox spirit alive, as these foxes were as well-trained as the military.

Back in the village, they happened to run into the brigade leader who came to deliver the foxes that had been killed the night before.

"Boss, your marksmanship is truly amazing. You killed these foxes with a single shot, and their pelts were barely damaged."

Looking at the foxes, the brigade leader was filled with envy. If their village had such marksmanship, these foxes would be nothing short of meat if they dared to cause trouble.

"Take these foxes back with you, but eat the meat and bring me the pelts."

Upon arriving in the village, Chang Kun was warmly welcomed by the villagers. He even gave them the fox meat, which he didn't like, as they hadn't had meat in a long time and found it quite delicious.

No one would object if I went back to catching bean worms in the village's bean fields.

The captain was overjoyed upon hearing this: "Thank you, thank you, leader!"

After being bothered by these slutty foxes for so many days, I can finally eat their meat.

I wonder if fox meat that crows like a rooster tastes like chicken.

And are those foxes that call for love really that promiscuous...?