Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

Chang Kun decided to hunt a little of each type of prey.

Among the people in the office, Monkey loves fatty food, Xiao Yu loves lean food, Lei Guohong isn't that picky about food, and Lao Zeng is always talking about wanting to eat mutton.

When Zhang Qingfeng is hosting a dinner party, he has to prepare at least a few decent dishes, with a variety of options, so that it will be a lively and enjoyable meal.

The supply and marketing cooperative wants quantity. Wild boars are big, one is equivalent to several blue sheep. Let's get one first, and we'll talk about it later if that's not enough.

Director Zhu at the restaurant wanted a variety of things, anything was fine, as long as there was meat. He had to have whatever the customers ordered; he couldn't just rely on pork to make a living.

Chang Kun raised his gun, pushed aside the bushes in front of him, and walked towards the direction of the wild boar he sensed.

The weather had cooled down a bit, making the journey much more comfortable than in the height of summer. Two wild boars were not far ahead, their heads down, rooting in the soil under the pine trees.

I roughly estimated that these two beasts weighed at least 200 pounds each, and were quite fat and strong. If it were just a few people in the office eating, they would have eaten several meals a day.

He raised his gun, pressed his body against the tree trunk, held his breath, and waited for the wild boar to lower its head to nibble on its food before pulling the trigger.

The bullet whizzed through the air with a crisp crack, hitting the small patch of soft flesh behind the ear.

The wild boar didn't even grunt; its four legs went weak, and it collapsed to the ground, twitching twice before becoming still.

A shot followed immediately, and the two wild boars met their tragic end.

Chang Kun went over and touched it; it was still warm. It weighed about two hundred pounds, quite heavy.

Looking around to make sure no one was there, he had a sudden thought and put the whole wild boar into his spatial storage.

As we continued uphill, the mountain became steeper and the road narrower. We sensed that the blue sheep were not far away in the southeast direction, there were four or five of them, standing on a rocky slope.

The lead ram had long, curved horns and a strong body. Standing at the highest point, it would occasionally raise its head and look around warily.

There were two small sheep in the flock, only a few months old, following behind their mother, hopping and skipping, occasionally lowering their heads to nibble on the newly sprouted grass, then looking up at their mother, following closely behind.

Even with his camouflage skills, Chang Kun remained cautious, circling upwind and lying behind a large rock to set up his gun.

These blue sheep are much more cunning than wild boars. The slightest rustling of the wind or grass can startle them, and they can run all the way up a mountain, making them impossible to catch.

After waiting for a while, until the smaller rams had run a little further away, the lead ram turned around and pulled the trigger.

The crossbow bolt struck the ram squarely in the neck. The ram jumped twice, rolled down the rocky slope, crashed into a large rock, and lay still.

The other sheep were startled, and the mother sheep led her lambs and ran away, disappearing into the depths of the forest in the blink of an eye.

After storing the ram in his spatial storage, Chang Kun walked a few more miles deeper and sensed a herd of wild donkeys, seven or eight of them, drinking water in a ravine.

The herd of donkeys included both large and small ones. The larger ones were plump and strong, while the smaller ones hopped and skipped behind their mothers, sometimes even stumbling a couple of steps if they walked too fast.

These donkeys look similar to the one at home; they must be the same breed.

Chang Kun chose the strongest male donkey and shot it down with one shot.

The herd of donkeys scattered with a whoosh, and the mother donkey led her calf up the mountain.

He didn't fire again, otherwise, with his unerring marksmanship, he could have easily taken down a few more.

Leave the mother and the young; there might be even more prey next year. Anyway, if you want to eat meat, you can come into the mountains anytime to get it.

After finishing off the big prey, Chang Kun started walking back, dealing with the smaller creatures along the way.

There were many wild rabbits, one every few steps. It didn't take much effort; I killed them one by one. I killed seven or eight in total. The rabbits in autumn were all plump and chubby.

There were quite a few pheasants, but Chang Kun deliberately startled them, and they took flight with a whooshing sound. Their colorful tail feathers shimmered in the sunlight, and although they were beautiful, they flew rather clumsily, landing after only a few dozen meters.

Chang Kun took out his slingshot and shot down five or six of them in one go.

As I crossed a small ridge, I sensed a snake as thick as an arm coiled up on a rock, basking in the sun, in the grass ahead.

Chang Kun reacted quickly, grabbing the snake's head, lifting it up and shaking it a couple of times. The snake's body coiled around his arm, cool to the touch and quite tightly wrapped.

With the other hand, pinch the snake's tail, stroke its back, and swing it around twice until the snake went limp.

He put the snake into his spatial storage, glanced at the sky, and saw that the sun was just above the horizon.

Today's harvest is plentiful: two wild boars, one blue sheep, one wild donkey, seven or eight wild rabbits, five or six pheasants, and one snake—a complete haul.

These supplies were enough to satisfy the supply and marketing cooperative and the state-run restaurant, and even more enough for Zhang Qingfeng to treat them to a meal, with plenty left over.

As they approached the foot of the mountain, Chang Kun suddenly slowed his pace.

In my senses, there was movement in the pine forest ahead; a group of small creatures were jumping around on the branches—squirrels.

The meat is the best part of this thing, we can't miss it.

Carrying a slingshot, he crouched low and slipped into the woods.

Squirrels were chasing and playing among the pine trees, squeaking. Chang Kun raised his hand and fired a slingshot. The squirrel, which was gnawing on a pine cone, fell to the ground with a thud, kicked its four legs a couple of times, and then stopped moving.

The rest were so frightened that they scattered and fled. Some climbed to higher branches, some jumped onto nearby trees, and some ran down the tree trunk a few steps before turning back, running in a panic.

Chang Kun chased after them, firing his slingshot again and again, hitting exactly where he aimed.

Once the woods quieted down, eight squirrels were lying on the ground. After fattening up in the autumn, they were all plump and had their big tails spread out loosely.

These little creatures are really cute, but the meat is even more delicious.

All the girls in the family love to eat it, and it's rare to see them craving the squirrels we keep as pets.

There was a mountain spring at the edge of the woods, seeping out from the cracks in the rocks. Chang Kun squatted down to wash his hands, then took out a small knife from his spatial storage and skinned the two squirrels with the spring water, cleaning them up.

It was almost noon when his stomach started growling. He wasn't in a hurry to go down the mountain. He found a flat stone slab, gathered some dry grass and branches around him, and built a fire.

The fire is lit, and the squirrel skewers the branches and places them over the fire, slowly turning them to roast the squirrels.

He then took out a sea fish and two potatoes from his spatial storage, wrapped them in wet mud, and stuffed them under the fire.

The squirrel is roasted to perfection, with a golden-brown and crispy exterior and a fragrant aroma inside. The fish is also roasted to the perfect degree, with the skin slightly wrinkled and charred. Peel back a layer to reveal the snow-white fish meat.

The potatoes were dug out of the fire, the muddy shell peeled away to reveal a golden-yellow hard skin, and when broken open, they were steaming hot, with a mealy and sandy interior.

Then he took out cucumbers and tomatoes from his spatial storage. The cucumbers were crisp and sweet, and the tomatoes were bursting with juice when you bit into them.

The squirrel meat is so tender it melts in your mouth, and the fish is fresh and juicy. The salty and fresh flavor of the sea fish and the oily aroma of the squirrel meat blend together, accompanied by sweet cucumber and juicy tomatoes.

A simple meal, yet it left me feeling incredibly satisfied.

No wonder so many people in later generations enjoy picnics; it really does feel great.

In a couple of days, I'll take the little girls up the mountain for a trip and make them some slingshots to play with, so they won't have to complain about school all day.