Reborn in 1963: I Hunted and Stockpiled Meat During a Famine

Chapter 11 Only Knows How to Back Down

"Oh, isn't Xiuqin's child supposed to be a coward? The rumors are wrong, aren't they? How old are you this year?"

Qin Qiming touched his nose: "Almost eighteen."

"He's far inferior to your maternal grandfather. Your maternal grandfather dared to go hunting in the deep mountains when he was only ten years old."

Liu Qingsong: "I, an old man, never managed to kill the alpha wolf in my entire life. He was stabbed to death with a short spear."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Bizi paused for a moment, then looked at the most conspicuous wolf carcass in the distance and asked Qin Qiming, "You killed it? Haha, you've got guts! Come on, let's go to Zhangjia Village to warm up."

He told everyone to pick up the things on the ground, share them, and let Liu Qingsong and the others carry the rest themselves.

At this time, Zhangjia Village was in turmoil because Lao Mao and others carried Qin Kang into the village. One herb gatherer stayed to assist, while the others were all driven away.

The villagers were talking a lot.

As everyone knows, the relationship between the village chief of Zhangjia Village and the village chief of Zaxing Village is tense. So when Qin Kang was carried back, the villagers couldn't help but suspect that the village chief had a conflict with the people of Zaxing Village and injured someone, which is why he had to be brought back.

Old Mao was surrounded by villagers asking him questions, and he was sweating profusely.

"The village chief is back!"

The villagers of Zhangjia Village saw Zhang Bizi and his group carrying things and walking towards them from afar, followed by several strangers.

Those with sharp eyes immediately recognized the village chief of the mixed-surname village and Liu Qingsong, but no one recognized the tall, thin boy behind them.

"What are you all doing gathered here? Have you even taken care of your own wives before interfering in other people's business?"

Zhang Bizi entered the village and saw a group of people gathered at the village entrance, shouting.

"Stop crowding around, everyone go about your own business. What's the point of blocking this place?"

"Dad, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't ask so many questions, come and help."

"oh oh!"

The young man next to them hurriedly stepped forward and took the wolf carcass from the backs of the group.

"Wow, did Uncle Nose take care of the entire wolf pack? There must have been more than a dozen, right?"

"Finally, we can eat meat again. There are fewer and fewer wild game in the mountains lately."

"This wolf meat is really good. It's very warming after stewing, so we don't need to heat the kang (a traditional heated bed) at night."

“Take it easy. I know you’re young and strong. You and your wife are the loudest at night. Even wild animals can’t out-shout you.”

"Are you in charge?"

"Fine, if you're so capable, then don't close the door. Let a few of us go in and give you a push."

The villagers laughed heartily, creating a lively scene.

The old woman chimed in with lewd jokes, while the young girls and wives blushed with embarrassment.

Shame to death!

"How is Kangzi doing?"

The village chief walked into the village, casually put his things aside, and then asked Lao Mao.

"You're only worried now? What were you doing just now?!"

The village chief seemed not to hear Zhang Bizi's words, and was just waiting for Lao Mao's reply.

"Waiting for Uncle Yao's news, the person went in but hasn't come out yet."

Old Mao glanced at the things on the ground and was startled.

In their haste, they hadn't noticed how deep the snow was, and carried Qin Kang directly back to the mountain village.

Now, when I brought the food back to the village, I realized there was just too much wild game!

"This amount of wild game is equivalent to a month's supply for our Zhangjia Village, and it's all wolves, not small creatures like rabbits!"

"Grandpa, you've killed so many wolves!"

A little girl ran out from the crowd, ran to Zhang Bizi, looked at the wolf on the ground, wanted to touch it, but was also afraid.

Zhang Nose patted the little girl's head: "Don't be afraid. When you grow up, I'll take you up the mountain to hunt wolves. But this time, these wolves were hunted by someone else."

The little girl nodded, not quite understanding, and said, "I'll help Grandpa carry it from now on."

The middle-aged man next to him asked in surprise, "Dad, you mean..."

The people around looked at Qin Qiming and his group with shocked expressions.

The wolves and two adult roe deer on the ground weigh at least a thousand pounds combined!

The hides of wild animals are more valuable than their meat; you can make a fortune by taking these wild animals down the mountain to sell.

The crowd was filled with envy, but these things had nothing to do with them; they were goods from the mixed-surname village.

Some young people made up their minds to prepare today and go into the mountains tomorrow to see if they could find any wild game.

The village elders, however, had a completely different opinion. They believed that such a large harvest must have been caused by encountering a pack of wolves.

Qin Kang was carried back to the mountain village; his condition was critical.

Children at home must be warned that they must not go into the mountains in the near future. If something happens, they will lose their lives. What else can they think about?

Zhang Bizi noticed the suspicious looks in the eyes of the village youths towards Qin Qiming and sneered, "Don't underestimate this kid. He stabbed the alpha wolf to death, one knife at a time, face to face. Would you dare?"

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a chill and shrank back.

Such ruthlessness at such a young age, capable of fighting face-to-face with the alpha wolf, is unprecedented in the surrounding mountain villages.

"How come such a ruthless character has emerged in the village again!"

The more people thought about it, the more they felt that Qin Qiming was no ordinary person. Some even stared intently at him, trying to imprint his image deeply in their minds.

If you run into him in the mountains in the future, you'd better be polite. What you fear most is this kind of ruthless and reckless kid.

People gathered around the wolf carcass to look at it. Some people boldly stepped forward, touched the wolf carcass, and then withdrew their hands. Some even dared to pry open the wolf's mouth to see what was inside.

The village chief and Liu Qingsong lit their pipes and smoked them silently.

They didn't speak, and no one wanted to go inside.

Although it was warm inside, they felt that going in would be even more unbearable. They couldn't help, so they preferred to stay outside.

Qin Kang had no idea what was happening inside. Ever since they arrived, they had been hearing suppressed screams of pain coming from inside the house from time to time.

"Who can sew stitches!"

The door was suddenly pushed open, someone came out, and then it was quickly closed again.

What kind of stitches?

"Sew up the wound, it's on the flesh, hurry up, Uncle Yao said it has to be stitched up immediately after disinfection!"

Everyone looked at each other.

An older woman said, "We don't have the skills to sew meat."

"Uncle Yao is busy stopping the bleeding and disinfecting. He said he needs stitches. Anyone who knows how to stitch, please come out quickly. Saving lives is the priority!"

The women who knew how to sew hesitated, because sewing clothes and sewing flesh were not the same thing.

"Anyone in the village who knows how to sew, please come out and help. Clothes and flesh are not much different, you can sew them."

Seeing no one respond, Zhang Nose got impatient: "It's just sewing up some skin, it's not like I'll die. I won't bother you if it's not done well, what are you afraid of!"

Qin Qiming noticed that the village chief's breathing became heavier when he smoked, and shouted loudly to the people in the distance, "I know how to sew."

Immediately, all eyes were on him.

"Qiming!" Liu Qingsong hurriedly said, "You've never done this before, don't take the risk. This is different from dealing with wolves."

"Uncle, I really do know how. I've actually done it before."

In my past life, I was a special forces soldier; stitching up wounds was a basic skill.

The village chief glanced at Zhang's nose, then nodded to Qin Qiming, "Go ahead, Qiming says he can do it, so he can do it. He's not the kind of person who likes to show off. I've watched him grow up since he was a child, and I know his personality."

Qin Qiming nodded and went into the house without hesitation.

Zhang Bizi stood to the side, his face flushed with anger. The people in his village only knew how to back down when faced with trouble.