70: Raising a wife, the whole village is inhaling the aroma of stewed meat.

Zhuang Maoshan, your uncle can tolerate this, but your aunt cannot!

"You wretched woman! I'll take good care of you tonight! Don't even think about anyone else!"

Liu Cunhua rolled her eyes at him and said, "Hmph!"

The next day, Zhou Qingwen took three catties of wolf meat and went to the address that Old Zhao had written down for his home.

When we arrived, Old Zhao was cooking pork porridge.

"Old Zhao! I've finally arrived!"

"Hey, Qingwen, you're here really early!"

"It's getting late, it's almost eleven o'clock."

"If you had a bicycle, you could probably get there before 10 a.m. for this short distance."

Zhou Qingwen tightened his muscles slightly and said, "I've spent almost half of the thirty-one yuan you gave me yesterday, and I gave the rest to my mom. I really want to buy a bicycle."

"It seems you'd like to hear your ancestors' hunting stories today. Alright, I'll start stewing the meat, and we can sit down and chat!"

Old Zhao chopped the meat into several pieces, threw them into the pot, added a bundle of scallions, a few slices of ginger, and a handful of salt.

He sat down to tend the fire and poured a glass of water for Zhou Qingwen.

Zhou Qingwen and the others chatted from 11 a.m. until after 4 p.m., eating meat and drinking porridge in between.

Zhou Qingwen left Old Zhao's house at 4:30.

Zhou Qingwen's eyes were filled with excitement.

It turns out that our ancestors hunted almost exclusively...

Zhou Qingwen memorized all the precautions for hunting.

Also, Old Zhao gave him a map of the Taihang Mountains.

There are some small, noticeable markings on the distribution here.

How accurate is this map?

Zhou Qingwen wasn't too sure either.

However, at least it can be used as a temporary map.

It's better than being completely in the dark.

He used to rely entirely on markings when he went up the mountain.

However, if you spend the night in the mountains, you won't be able to see any of the markings.

Moreover, the deeper you go into the mountains, the more dangerous it becomes.

Especially at night.

Those wild beasts will come out to hunt.

Old Zhao told Zhou Qingwen that there was a prominent figure who had recently fallen ill and needed ginseng from the mountains to nourish his body.

It would be best to have a pair of wolf kidneys to supplement the diet.

Old Zhao chuckled and said, "Because that important person doesn't want to reveal too much information, the goods are always delivered through intermediaries."

Zhou Qingwen tightened his grip slightly as he walked back to the village.

On the way, I kept thinking that getting ginseng from the old mountains is all about luck.

Sometimes, encountering old ginseng is a stroke of incredible luck.

Some people may not encounter it for months or even a year.

This kind of thing is very rare.

Wolf kidneys, that's not difficult.

We ate the wolf kidneys last time, otherwise we could have sent them directly to that important person.

Hindsight is always 20/20.

However, there are plenty of wolves in the Taihang Mountains.

Encountering wild goats is difficult.

However, if you encounter a wolf, and you're even slightly unlucky, a wolf might suddenly jump out in front of you!

Because there are many wolves, wild goats do not have a fixed grazing location.

Running around everywhere.

Zhou Qingwen also wanted to get the money from the wolf kidneys.

A pair of wolf kidneys can sell for 15 yuan.

Of course, I can't tell my family this.

Otherwise, they would be heartbroken.

The two wolves in front of us stir-fried their kidneys with ginger and ate them.

Zhou Qingwen returned home and carefully searched for a set of tools for digging ginseng in the tool shed.

At this moment, Zhou Feitian said, "Third brother, are you going to dig for ginseng?"

Zhou Qingwen glanced at the reply and said, "Dad, Old Zhao said someone needs old ginseng, preferably twenty years old, and he's offering 1800 yuan per ginseng!"

Zhou Feitian then said, "Then how about this, you come up the mountain with me tomorrow morning to look for ginseng. Half of it is luck and the other half is experience. I will take you into Bizi Ridge. There are almost no people there, but I went there once ten years ago and dug up a ten-year-old ginseng."

"I sold it back then and built this house."

Zhou Qingwen looked at the dilapidated mud-brick house and said, "Dad, don't worry, if we find some ginseng, I'll tear this house down and build a bigger one, so our family can live happily together!"

Zhou Feitian smiled slightly and said, "Well, that's a good wish, but it all depends on luck!"

Zhou Feitian reached out and picked up the ginseng-digging tools, saying, "I'll put all of these in a basket and put them away properly. Also, I'll prepare a clean, soft cloth and a wooden box."

I have a wooden box in my room; it used to hold that ten-year-old ginseng, and I've kept it ever since.

Zhou Qingwen smiled and said, "Okay, I'm relieved that Dad has made preparations. I'll take care of the safety and protection, and Dad will take care of finding wild ginseng."

"Okay, eat early, go to bed early, and get plenty of rest!"

At night, we ate wolf meat soup and steamed buns made from a mixture of wheat and water, with a little bit of minced wolf meat sauce.

It smells pretty good.

This kind of food is something even the brigade leader's family doesn't have.

Zhou Qingwen went to bed early.

The next day, before dawn, he heard Zhou Feitian calling him from the doorway: "Qingwen, get up."

Zhou Qingwen woke up almost instantly: "Hey, I'm awake, I'll be right out."

Zhou Qingwen simply put on his clothes, tying his trouser legs tightly, his sleeves, and his shirt around his waist.

A strip of cloth was tied around his neck.

Not many people used belts back then.

The main problem is that belts are expensive.

Ordinary people can't afford it.

Zhou Qingwen now finds tying cloth strips too troublesome.

He felt that if he were to hunt wolves or other animals this time, he would at least need to get himself a leather belt.

Once this idea came to him, he became even more enthusiastic about hunting today.

They made marks as they went up the mountain.

I also marked it on the map that Old Zhao gave me.

It turns out that there are some parts of this map that can be used as a reference, but only someone with his past life's hunting experience can understand it.

What if we replaced them with a young, ordinary person?

Even with a map, they'd still be confused!

Once you're deep in the mountains, you can't just find your way out with a map.

Without real-world experience, you're just waiting to get lost, to be lost in the mountains.

And Zhou Feitian, true to his reputation as someone who had harvested ginseng ten years ago, remembered the route and, after a day and a night, they finally found it.

At the foot of Bizi Ridge.

"We've arrived. More than ten years have passed, and this place is still the same as before, with abundant vegetation."

"Dad, take a break. We'll start climbing again in ten minutes."

Zhou Feitian sat on a tree trunk nearby and said, "Once you get here, there's a chance to dig up ginseng, but it's just a chance."

Zhou Qingwen said, "Dad, sit here for a while. I'll go check around. If there's any game, I'll get some. We'll have meat for lunch!"

"Okay, just don't go too far."

"good!"

Zhou Qingwen, carrying a hunting rifle and a machete, walked more than thirty meters in one go.

He took the arrow, didn't even nock it, and threw it with his bare hands: "Whoosh!"

Hey! I won!

An arrow pierced through a rabbit.

He just stomped his leg on the ground!

His life is gone!

Zhou Qingwen walked over in a few steps, looked around, picked up the rabbit, and drew his arrow.

What if Zhou Qingwen had drawn his bow just now?

The rabbit might crawl into its hole, making it difficult to get its meat again.

However, Zhou Qingwen reacted extremely quickly.