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

Chapter 327 Searching the Mountains for Li Ju'an

Looking at the distant mountain peaks, Li Ju'an climbed over them, which led to Qingkedi Village. He said, "As long as the mountains stand, we might actually make a fortune in that area."

Old Chen had been a forest ranger for most of his life, working on the ranch and eating the collective meals. When he heard about getting rich, he couldn't stop laughing and said, "Get rich? What kind of windfall can you make on that broken rocky ground? It's all rocky cliffs, it's good enough that you haven't broken anything."

Suddenly, he thought of something and said seriously, "There are still quite a few caves in that area, filled with Yanbiegu. You know what, you really don't know, but if you want to sell this stuff, do you think anyone will buy it?"

Yanbiegu is a type of bat. They are commonly found in caves. Li Ju'an laughed and said, "Why would I catch those things? You can't eat them or wear them. Even if I were the bravest person, I wouldn't dare to catch those things."

Just kidding. In future generations, if someone catches a bat and causes a nationwide disease outbreak, how can you even catch this thing?

Old Chen thought for a moment, then slapped his thigh and shouted, "You want to catch a leopard? Leopard fur is valuable, but it's not easy to catch. Your pack of hunting dogs can't climb those rocks. If you want to catch one, you can only train a falcon to do it."

The "grass leopard" in the local area refers to the snow leopard, the king of the Gobi Desert, and is extremely rare. The Xing'an Mountains are characterized by towering peaks, valleys, and hills. To find a snow leopard, one must venture to the top of the Gobi Desert and follow the footsteps of blue sheep climbing against the cliff face to have any chance of spotting its tracks.

Li Ju'an's eyes lit up, and he laughed, "We need to fight the grass leopard, and we also need to keep the factory open. We can't let anyone else have this great opportunity to buy at rock-bottom prices."

Old Chen shook his head and said, "Open a factory? That won't do. They're all state-owned. What kind of factory can you open on your own?"

Li Ju'an smiled and said, "Just wait and see. In a few years, private factories in the mountains won't be able to squeeze in."

Old Chen was completely bewildered, his brow furrowed. "What? Private factories have suddenly appeared? Individuals running factories? That's a pipe dream!" he muttered to himself, his mind filled with incomprehension and doubt about the new policy.

The policy direction seems to be brewing an unprecedented change, which arouses both speculation and anticipation.

Li Ju'an's thoughts, however, had already drifted far away. The vast barley fields had become his goldmine. "I have to go to the barley fields and search around. Maybe I can catch a great opportunity," he secretly calculated. He knew that the price of barley land contracts was currently at its lowest point. If he could buy in at a low price, and then wait for the policies to loosen and the quarries to spring up, he would surely make a fortune and earn a sure profit.

However, a single tree cannot make a forest, and even heroes need allies to help them.

So Li Ju'an summoned his falcon and hunting dog, all geared up and ready to go. He turned to Old Chen and said with a smile, "Brother Chen, I'm going out for a stroll and catch a few jerks. I haven't thanked you for your help when you first came. Now that you're back, we need to have a good talk."

His words were brimming with pride. Old Chen grinned and said, "Waiting for your mountain produce!"

These past few days, Old Chen, the forest ranger, has been helping with the patrols in shifts, and he's exhausted. He waved his hand, poured himself a cup of strong tea, and said, "If you help me patrol the mountains too, you'll be a huge help."

"Sure! It's just a matter of a word."

Li Ju'an went out in a good mood.

The fact that he was able to help the two sub-adult goshawks mature within four days greatly boosted his confidence.

He raised his right arm, upon which perched a pair of sub-adult goshawks, their talons bound by delicate iron chains that gleamed coldly in the sunlight. Normally, these two sub-adult goshawks wouldn't be affected by the chains. But Li Ju'an insisted on carrying the two young hawks on his arm, wanting them to adapt to the feeling of being tamed, to become accustomed to his arm and his scent.

He insisted that these two little lives accompany him.

When eagles reach adulthood, their body length approaches half a meter, their wingspan is astonishing, reaching fifteen feet wide, and their weight can weigh over four kilograms. Li Ju'an inadvertently turned his head, his gaze gently falling on the pair of young eagles, and he couldn't help but admire their handsome appearance.

Beneath the eagle's feathers lie fine white down, shimmering faintly in the sunlight. The eagle's lower body is white, while its chest, belly, flanks, and leg feathers are covered with fine dark brown horizontal stripes, and its back is grayish-brown. This adds a touch of gentleness and vitality to the majestic appearance of these future hunters.

He looks so impressive at such a young age. What will he be like when he grows up?

He was very much looking forward to the results of the high-altitude swooping falcon hunt after the two falcons were released.

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At this moment, the Lu brothers, Lao Qian, and Old Zhang from the security department were searching the mountains for someone. Song Desheng, feeling guilty, trembled and said somewhat nervously, "Could that scoundrel still be targeting us? No way! Could Li Ju'an be being watched by the scoundrel?"

Song Desheng killed the pregnant she-wolf, but was constantly watched by the alpha wolf. All the chickens in his yard were killed, and his mother's pug went missing. He had been terrified for days and dared not go into the mountains. This time, he steeled himself and went into the mountains with Lao Qian and Lao Zhang, thinking that more people meant more courage.

Suddenly, there was a wolf howling ahead.

Song Desheng was so frightened that he dared not move. He clutched Lu Zhiqiang's clothes tightly and cried out, "Brother Lu, save me! This is exactly what happens when you're afraid of something."

He still had the pump-action shotgun on his back. He hurriedly picked it up, loaded a few bullets, and snapped it shut. Only then did he feel a little more at ease.

Seeing his spineless appearance, Lu Zhiqiang laughed and scolded, "Listen more carefully, can it be the sound of a shrew?"

Song Desheng listened carefully and then laughed.

That's not the howl of a scoundrel, it's Old Qian imitating a wolf's howl.

Old Qian led the way, howling repeatedly as he carried a hoe. He was imitating a wolf's howl to lure out the wolves. This ravine contained traps left by previous hunters, some up to five meters deep. Old Qian placed dead branches over the traps, covered them with some dry grass, and then tidied them up a couple of times, making them very deceptive.

Old Qian found a bush, crouched down, and gestured to give the group a direction.

Security guards Lao Zhang and Lu Jinyang immediately understood and crouched down near the bushes, in positions where they could see each other and keep an eye on each other's backs in case of a surprise attack by thugs.

Old Qian howled again and again, perfectly mimicking the howl of a wolf.

Song Desheng and Lu Zhiqiang squatted close together, and Song Desheng got goosebumps all over. He rubbed his arms hard, spat inwardly, and cursed, "It's so damn similar. Good heavens, who can tell the real Zhang San from the fake one?"

Suddenly, a noise came from the woods ahead.

Lu Zhiqiang immediately raised his gun, straightened his face, squinted slightly, aimed, and whispered, "The thugs are here."

The commotion was quite significant. After a brief rustling sound, it suddenly stopped. Old Qian and the others were on high alert, their minds taut and their nerves on edge, their eyes glued to the scope.

After a brief silence, a bigger commotion arose in the woods, and quite a few green-skinned stags arrived!