Back in the 1980s, hiking in the mountains was also a way of life

The two dogs, Xiaobai and Xiaohei, would never bark for no reason, so Wang An, Mu Xueli, and Wang Li took out the Big 54 without hesitation.

Huang Zhong immediately took the Type 56 assault rifle off his back, pulled out the magazine with his left hand, clicked it onto the gun, and cocked it, ready to fire at any moment.

Seeing that Wang An and the other three looked like they were facing a formidable enemy, Yang Shuwen casually pulled out a Mauser pistol from his back, while Yang Shuxin and Li Baozhu also took off their double-barreled shotguns from their backs.

Even Yang Shuhui, Li Sanmeng, and the other three men who didn't have guns drew out the axes or knives tucked into their waistbands.

To be fair, the seven-member ginseng gang led by Yang Shuwen was quite well-equipped in terms of firepower, with two double-barreled shotguns and a Mauser pistol, which was more than enough to handle most emergencies.

Soon, a group of more than ten people appeared before Wang An and his group. Several of them were carrying guns, but their weapons were all kinds of things, including shotguns, single-barreled shotguns, double-barreled shotguns, and Type 38 rifles.

Judging from their attire, these dozen or so people were also a ginseng gang. Judging from the long burlap sacks some of them were carrying, and the bulging shape of the sacks, they were carrying ginseng buns.

However, these people are all quite young, the oldest is probably no more than 30 years old, and the youngest is less than 20 years old. They should be like Wang An and the other three, all newcomers to the mountain expedition.

As is well known, newcomers are also the least likely to follow the rules!
Sure enough, when these people saw Wang An and his group, they didn't greet them. Instead, they took their sacks or flower baskets off their backs and put them together. Each of them then took a rope stick and started playing with the rope sticks about 20 meters away from Wang An and his group.

Indeed, under the watchful eyes of Wang An and others, these people brazenly began to pull out the batons!

It's that simple, that direct, that audacious.

Without asking a single question or giving any greeting, he joined Wang An and the others in searching for ginseng in this old village.

This scene left Wang An and the others completely dumbfounded!
I've seen people who don't follow the rules before, but I've never seen anyone who doesn't follow the rules this badly!

Although this mountain doesn't belong to anyone, and it's fine for anyone to wander around here, you can't just wander around when others are digging for ginseng or hunting.

The mountains are so big, if you want to dig for ginseng, you have to find a ginseng nest yourself; if you want to hunt, you have to find your own prey.

Who would be happy to steal someone else's ginseng nest and take the prey that someone else worked so hard to kill?

Wang An frowned, lifted his foot and walked towards these people. Wang Li, Mu Xueli and Huang Zhong noticed Wang An's actions and immediately followed.

After hesitating for two seconds, Yang Shuwen followed.

As soon as Yang Shuwen made a move, his men stopped hesitating and immediately followed in his footsteps.

With the addition of Yang Shuwen and his six companions, Wang An's group instantly became much more powerful.

A few seconds later, Wang An and his group approached the group. Only then did one of the men speak casually and confidently:
"You old folks are all so anxious and have your weapons on your hands. Are you trying to kill someone? What? Who are you going to kill?"

Upon hearing this, Wang An was immediately amused and sneered, "Damn, you've got some nerve, asking us what we're doing? I'd like to ask you all what you're doing! Are you all blind? Can't you see we're looking for a club among a row of sticks?"

The moment the two men spoke, all the men on the other side who were wielding sticks stuck their sticks into the ground and moved closer to them.

The young man glanced back, saw that his men had arrived, but didn't speak to them. He continued in that confident and nonchalant manner:

"So what if you saw it? So what if you didn't see it? What do you mean? Do you think this mountain is your property? So you can dig ginseng here, but we can't?"

Admittedly, although this person's attitude was extremely irritating and his words were very infuriating, what he said was indeed correct.

As society develops and times change, the old rules for herding and hunting in the mountains have long become obsolete, and more and more people no longer abide by those rules.

According to normal thinking, if you are searching for ginseng by wielding sticks over there, and we are searching for ginseng by wielding sticks over here, then there is absolutely nothing wrong with it.

After all, nothing in these mountains has an owner, and things without owners belong to whoever gets them first.
Before Wang An could speak, Yang Shuwen chimed in from the side:

“Hey young man, why don’t you follow the rules at such a young age? This mountain area doesn’t belong to anyone, but according to the rules of us mountain hunters, whoever occupies this mountain area first, no one else can set up their traps within a mile radius.”

After Yang Shuwen finished speaking, the man glanced at him sideways, grinned coldly, and said:
"Hehe, the rules for mountain climbing? Who set these rules? Was it Zhengfu? When did Zhengfu issue that document? I don't know about it."

"You...you..." Yang Shuwen was immediately rendered speechless by the retort.

But then the boy raised his eyelids slightly and continued speaking:

"Okay, show me that document. If it has anything like what you said, the 'rules for rafting,' then we'll turn around and leave immediately. We won't stay here and get in your way. What do you say?"

Clearly, this kid was convinced that there was nothing that older ginseng diggers like Yang Shuwen could do about him.

The main point is that you can't call someone like him a "stubborn scoundrel," because what he says is absolutely correct, and you really can't find a single fault with it.

Besides, at this time, the emphasis is on everything belonging to the collective, and we are also a part of the collective.

Yang Shuwen naturally couldn't produce any "documents," so he was so angry with this kid that he couldn't speak for a moment.

Just as Wang An was about to speak, he saw Wang Li's eyes dart around, and he stepped forward, pointing at the young man and saying:
"Come here, come here. Didn't you want to see the documents? I certainly don't have the documents, but I have a contract here. We've contracted this mountain area. It's 5 yuan per acre for 70 years. Come and take a look at the contract."

After Wang Li finished speaking, he casually put the pistol into the holster on his lower back, and then reached into his hip pocket, where he actually pulled out a few folded pieces of paper.

At first glance, these pieces of paper really do look like the kind of contract signed at the village committee. (End of Chapter)