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

Chapter 200 Wolf Eyes and Bear Cubs

The tiger and the wolf fought for nearly an hour, their battle so intense that neither could gain the upper hand.

The tiger was covered in wounds, but the wolf's eyes were in even worse condition. It was covered in blood, its head and abdomen were torn apart, its teeth were bitten off, and its intestines were spilling out in a bloody mess.

Old Qin couldn't bear to look at him like that; after all, he had raised the wolf himself. He stuffed the wolf's intestines back into its stomach, then untied the leggings and wrapped the wolf's belly up like this.

Hunters in the mountains do this when their hunting dogs have injured intestines. If the intestines protrude but don't break, they can be stuffed back in and the dog can recover in a few days. But if they break off completely, the dog won't survive.

Old Qin gave Li Ju'an a complicated look, picked up the wolf eye in his hand and handed it over, saying, "A bet's a bet, this is your helper dog."

He offered the wolf's eyes to Li Ju'an, feeling reluctant but having no other choice. He hadn't refused Sun Weimin's encouragement to start a dogfight, but the alpha wolf he had raised lost. With so many hunters watching, he had a reputation as the King of the Changbai Mountains, but also a burden; he couldn't go back on his word.

In dogfighting among civilians, the losing dog would be thrown to its death on the spot by its owner. The losing dog would also be punished by its owner and beaten to death.

But this was a battle for leadership, and the losing dog would willingly submit to the lead dog as its leader. Now, the wolf's eyes were fixed fiercely on the tiger, and it suddenly broke free from Old Qin's arms and ran away.

Wolf Eyes ran into the storage room and hid there, never to come out again.

Li Ju'an rushed to the edge of the underground storage. The storage was very deep. He shone his flashlight around and discovered that there were three bear cubs inside.

The three little bears were about a year old. They looked like they hadn't seen much of the world yet, and their curious, peeking-out appearance was rather adorable.

Song Desheng exclaimed excitedly, "There are still three left! We've really hit the jackpot today!"

Lu Zhiqiang laughed at him: "What do you want this little bear? There's not much meat, and you can't sell the bear bile for money."

The more Song Desheng looked at the three bear cubs, the more he liked them. He said, "Think about it, now that the land has been distributed to individual households, aren't many villagers thinking about starting a breeding farm? If we set up a bear farm, we could bring over the cubs of mother bears that died in the mountains, raise them, and extract their bile after three to five years. Wouldn't that make us a fortune?"

Several people burst into laughter upon hearing this.

"You have this idea, but nobody else does. If this kind of business were profitable, would it be your turn? Raising them for three to five years, do you know how much a bear eats every day? You'd struggle to raise three or four hunting dogs. By the time you actually sell bear bile, you'll see how hungry you've become, treating the bear like a precious deity."

Li Ju'an also lit a cigarette and smiled. In later generations, there were underground workshops extracting bear bile. But they didn't start by raising bear cubs. Besides, with the enactment of animal protection laws in later generations, brown bears, as protected animals, couldn't be so easily locked up in factories; they'd be in jail.

Song Desheng was still unconvinced and muttered to himself, "I'll open a factory in the future and pull off a big heist. You guys just wait and see."

None of them paid any more attention to the wolf's eyes hiding in the cellar, nor did they catch the three bear cubs. Old Qin still wanted to catch the three bear cubs and send them to the city zoo, but just as he was about to crouch down and go in, he found that the three one-year-old bear cubs were very wild, baring their teeth and swatting out their paws to keep him away.

Old Qin cursed, "That little rascal is too wild. Even if we catch him, it won't be easy to bring him down the mountain."

The wolf's eyes were broken and its teeth were missing. Li Ju'an thought the wolf was too wild and untamable, so he didn't want it. Old Qin couldn't call out to the wolf's eyes either. In addition, the alpha wolf with broken teeth was worthless, so he had no choice but to leave with Li Ju'an and the others in a huff.

If Li Ju'an had known how much trouble the wolf's eye would cause the village, he would have shot it dead at that moment, no matter what. But that's another story.

Sun Weimin picked up the single-edged gun from the ground; it had been smashed into a bent iron pipe by the brown bear when he was defending himself. He sighed and could only watch helplessly as Li Ju'an and his men made a sled, dragged the prepared brown bear onto the dog sled, and had seven hunting dogs pull it.

Da Hu was seriously injured. Feeling sorry for his dog, he stuffed Da Hu into his sheepskin coat, tied it tightly around his waist, and carried him down the mountain in his arms. Song Desheng laughed at him, "This is closer than a brother."

This bear must have weighed a thousand pounds; seven hunting dogs alone couldn't pull it. The men pushed the sled and watched it slowly move forward. Li Ju'an felt sorry for the hunting dogs, so he shoved Da Hu into Song Desheng's arms, fastened the rope to his back, and helped the dogs pull the sled.

Even with an extra person, they still couldn't move it. Lu Zhiqiang came to help. Old Qin looked at the two of them, then at the injured Da Hu, and felt bad. Without saying a word, he also put on the harness and dragged the sled along.

Sun Weimin followed behind the group, getting restless. He muttered to himself, "Old Qin, you're helping out, but they won't give you any money or shares. What are you getting out of it? You might as well rest and set a few more traps later, and come back for a stroll after the fifteenth."

Old Qin glared at him and said to Li Ju'an, "I'm sorry for what happened, brother. I'll go to the dog training center and pick out a good dog for you later."

Since Li Ju'an had already said that, if he continued to act coy, it would make him seem petty. So he spoke frankly and gave him a way out: "Alright, that's why everyone says Brother Qin is a righteous person. I think this whole thing was Sun Weimin's bad idea."

Sun Weimin's face turned green: "Why are you blaming me again? I did play dumb with the bear's position, but I didn't say anything wrong. There was a bear's position there, but I don't know if it was empty or not. Besides, it's not like I wanted the big tiger, so what's it to me?"

Song Desheng shouted, "If it weren't for your instigation, Qin Pao'er's reputation in the Xing'an Mountains would be well-known. Would he have been fooled into this mess by you? This whole thing is your fault."

Sun Weimin was targeted by several people, and he was so angry that his face twisted in anger. But he couldn't argue with them, so he could only stomp his feet in anger and walk in front of the group, leaving them far behind. He shouted, "Pah! I'm the villain, and you're the good guys."

He had only taken two steps when he stepped on a tombstone in a mass grave, which startled him and made him curse his bad luck. He took a few more steps on his own and discovered the messy footprints of a weasel spirit all over the ground, which frightened him so much that he dared not utter a sound.

He walked so fast that he fell far behind the rest of the group. He walked alone into the old work area cemetery, where there were graves everywhere and trees were covered with animal skeletons hanging from the trees. He trembled, but dared not make a sound, lest he be a laughingstock. He could only stand there silently, pretending to relieve himself, waiting for a few people to come up.

Li Ju'an dragged the sled; the bear was too heavy. Even with Lu Zhiqiang and seven hunting dogs pulling it together, the two were panting heavily, like they were working bellows. Sweat poured from their thighs, and their groin was soaked. The cold wind made the ice crystals in their groin harden.

Lu Zhiqiang cursed, "Damn it, wait for me to relieve myself."

He looked around and spotted a big tree ahead that seemed like a good place to relieve himself. But there seemed to be someone standing next to the tree—it was Sun Weimin again. He suddenly slapped Sun Weimin on the shoulder and teased him, "What are you doing! Aren't you afraid your dick will freeze after standing here for so long?"

With that slap, Sun Weimin fell straight down, giving him quite a fright. The area was covered in the messy footprints of the weasel.

Lu Zhiqiang shouted, "Sun Weimin has been bewitched by Huang Daxian and has fainted!"