Reborn in 80: Starting with hunting in the mountains to get rich

Chapter 329 Sun Weimin and Song Desheng change clothes, the alpha wolf follows them.

When Sun Weimin heard that Li Ju'an had disappeared, he grinned from ear to ear, clearly gloating.

His ear was frostbitten and a piece was cut off. He vented his resentment on Li Ju'an, thinking that if it weren't for Li Ju'an, he wouldn't have suffered such a misfortune.

He patted his behind and left, saying, "Go ahead and search the mountains for him. But if you ask me, Li Ju'an might really be surrounded by sly wolves. His few hunting dogs aren't even enough to fill the stomachs of the big wolf pack on this mountain."

There are many wolf packs in the Xingan Mountains. A pack of five or more wolves can be called a wolf pack, while those of three or so can only be called lone wolves or scattered wolves. Small wolf packs are the most common, but hunters, herders, and other mountain people will avoid the areas where large wolf packs are located and will not easily provoke them.

A large wolf pack has many mouths to feed, and if prey becomes scarce, the wolves will target the mountain people who hunt and gather resources. No one should starve themselves, right?

Lu Zhiqiang stood up in anger and started cursing, saying, "Sun Weimin, you shameless bastard, Li Ju'an and I haven't treated you badly, and you're making sarcastic remarks here?"

Sun Weimin also got angry. Dragging his leg, which had been frostbitten in the snow and ice last time and was still limping on his right leg, he said angrily, "Grandpa, it's none of your business where I want to go! You should be careful. What if you offend the wolves and get chased by them in the middle of the night? What if you get cornered by them? Don't make any promises now, or you'll end up begging me to save you later."

Lu Zhiqiang was so angry that his chest heaved violently. He raised his fist and was about to chase after someone to beat them up. He had already rushed up to Sun Weimin, and the two were about to wrestle when Song Desheng rushed over and grabbed Sun Weimin in a big bear hug, practically hanging on him tightly. With his eyes closed, he shouted, "Lu Zhiqiang, you can't hit him! You can't be violent! You'll end up in the police station!"

Sun Weimin wanted to retaliate, but Song Desheng held his arm tightly. This cunning kid wasn't helping him teach Lu Zhiqiang a lesson at all; he was clearly full of schemes, claiming to help him but actually trying to harm him.

Sun Weimin was furious and yelled, "Song Desheng, you're really asking for it! Don't stand there touching my sheepskin jacket. It's expensive, can you afford to pay for it?"

The jacket he wore was an old jacket sewn by his mother from sheepskin. The outer layer was sheepskin, and the inside was lined with cotton; it was thick, warm, and very comfortable.

Other hunters in the village wore old, worn-out clothes when they went into the mountains, the more tattered the better, for fear that tree branches would tear their clothes and they would feel bad about ruining them. Sun Weimin, on the other hand, was fine with it; he would wear whatever clothes he could find when he went out. If his mother scolded him, he would go back and say nice things to beg for forgiveness, and then bring her some newly hunted pelts to cheer her up.

The ground was slippery from the heavy rain. Lu Zhiqiang and Sun Weimin were fighting so fiercely that they both fell into the mud with two thuds, still rolling and kicking each other.

Song Desheng stood to the side and made sarcastic remarks, "Oh dear, Sun Pao's clothes are obviously covered in mud. They look just like a wild boar's mud armor."

He laughed heartily, which infuriated Sun Weimin. Sun Weimin and Lu Zhiqiang didn't end up winning or losing. The two had grown up wearing the same pair of underwear and had been fighting since they were little. The people around them were used to it and let them be. As long as they didn't get into a real fight with knives or guns, they didn't interfere much.

Song Desheng's clothes were sportswear that his mother had bought at a department store in the city. It was a plain blue tracksuit with white trim, making him look like a student. According to him, it wasn't much different from his school uniform.

Sun Weimin stood up defiantly, looked at Lu Zhiqiang, whose face was also bruised and swollen, and retorted, "Pay me back my clothes."

Both of them were covered in mud, their coats splattered with mud and water, making it impossible to tell who was wearing a cotton coat and who was wearing a sheepskin jacket.

Seeing that the two were about to fight again, and noticing that it was getting dark, Song Desheng took off his blue tracksuit and handed it to them, saying, "Sun Weimin, alright, I'll be a good guy this time. Wear this one, so you don't get in the way of our search for people in the mountains."

Sun Weimin was unwilling, but he had no other choice. He turned to look at his father, Sun Quande, with a guilty conscience. Sun Quande glared at him coldly. He couldn't make a scene because there were villagers around. He still had to save face in public, but he could beat his father however he wanted when they were at home behind closed doors.

Sun Weimin could only exchange jackets with Song Desheng. This blue tracksuit looked quite new, with a bright and eye-catching blue color that was very striking at night, and it had white trim on the sides, making it quite nice.

He was annoyed and stubbornly said, "What kind of clothes are these? They're so tacky." He called them tacky, but he had already taken off his muddy clothes and put on a blue sports jacket.

Song Desheng said, "Don't wear that, put your wild boar skin back on."

Sun Weimin glared at him, tossed him the muddy clothes, and turned to leave, leaning on his ash cane as he said, "Go back and wash these clothes clean, then bring them to the Sun family's courtyard. Behave yourself."

"Pah! What a piece of trash! You're getting cocky now that you've been given a chance."

The two teams parted ways. Night fell, and there was no ranger's duty room nearby, only a hunter's hut. The two teams rested a short distance away.

The Sun family father and son were warming themselves by the fire in the hunter's hut. Old Qian and Old Zhang from the security department led three young hunters to an abandoned dugout on the leeward slope of the hill above the hunter's hut.

The underground part of a dugout is a rectangular pit dug by man, with pillars erected on it, and a pointed roof supporting it above ground. It is a pit dwelling covered with animal hides, soil, or grass. It is sturdy, durable, and suitable for areas where it freezes in winter.

This dugout looked like it had been uninhabited for a long time. The cellar on the west side was open and empty, with no vegetables stored there, and a musty smell wafted out.

Old Qian and Old Zhang set up a fire in front of the dugout and called Lu Zhiqiang and Song Desheng to put the dry food they had brought on the fire to roast. After a while, when it was hot, they would tear off a couple of bites and swallow them with water to fill their stomachs.

As night deepened, Song Desheng looked down by the moonlight and saw a fire burning at the entrance of a hunter's hut on the hillside below. He guessed with his toes that it was the campfire of the Sun family father and son. He said indignantly, "What kind of people are they? They're all from the same village, and they don't even help look for someone who's lost. At least they could check for footprints."

He was wearing the mud-covered sheepskin jacket that Sun Weimin had taken off. The mud, hardened by the fire, formed a shell that enveloped him. The smell of mud also masked his own odor. In contrast, Sun Weimin's blue tracksuit, worn by the campfire in the hunter's hut below, stood out conspicuously, its white trim gleaming in the night.

Suddenly, Lu Jinyang sat down next to him and said, "Why do I look at Sun Weimin dressed like this? From a distance, I couldn't tell you apart and thought it was you."

The two didn't pay much attention, and while eating their pancakes, they discussed how to find Li Ju'an's whereabouts. The torrential rain washed away the footprints from the previous fork in the road, leaving no trace.

Lu Zhiqiang suggested, "Why don't we just fire? We're definitely close to Li Ju'an anyway. If we fire into the air, he'll definitely know."

“Okay, that’s a problem. But who’s going to fire a gun into the air when they’re not doing anything? What if it attracts wild animals?”

Just as Song Desheng said this, they suddenly heard a burst of gunfire coming from the hunter's hut in the distance.