Reborn in the 1980s, starting with fishing and hunting to build a fortune

Chapter 113 Picking Up a Bargain Sable

"Oh, Xiangyang, I'm so sorry, so sorry!" Seeing Li Xiangyang fall down in fright, Liu Quansheng quickly stepped forward to help him up.

"Oh, it's just a weasel. What bad luck!"

As Liu Qingquan spoke, he went to the wall, found a stick, picked up the sable, and threw it aside. He also spat on the ground: "This damned weasel has been coming to my house to steal food for the past two weeks. My wife was afraid of offending it and bringing bad luck to the family, so she didn't dare to pay attention to it."

But it still killed two sheep on my ranch last night.

"Then why did it die too?" Li Xiangyang asked.

"Sigh." Liu Qingquan sighed again, frowning as he said, "When I got up this morning to inspect the pasture, I found two sheep frozen to death. This weasel was right next to me, and in a fit of anger, I grabbed a stick and beat it to death."

As Liu Qingquan spoke, he pointed inside the house and whispered, "My wife is still angry with me about this! She said that if we kill Huang Daxian and it comes looking for revenge, it will definitely make our house very uneasy."

"Is this really Wong Tai Sin? I've never seen him before!"

Li Xiangyang deliberately asked a question, then walked over, squatted down to examine it, and was about to reach out and lift it up to get a clear look when a wooden stick suddenly appeared and stuck in his way.

This startled Li Xiangyang, who wondered what Liu Qingquan was up to.

"Wait, young man, you can't just grab it with your bare hands!"

"You'll get bad luck from it. Just use this stick to pick it up and take a look. Don't stare at it for too long. I'll take it and throw it away later."

Li Xiangyang smiled wryly; Liu Qingquan was truly superstitious.

However, people in this era are like this. After all, there are too many phenomena that science cannot explain, so there's nothing they can do but attribute it to metaphysics.

But he was a staunch materialist who firmly believed that animals could not become spirits after the founding of the People's Republic of China.

He immediately waved his hand and said, "It's alright, Uncle Quansheng. I'm young and energetic, I'm not afraid of it."

"Oh dear, tsk tsk tsk... Why don't you listen to advice, young man?"

Liu Qingquan kept frowning and sighing, but he didn't dare to go closer. He had only reminded Li Xiangyang because he thought Li was a good person and was willing to trade straw for sheep, even at the risk of offending Huang Daxian.

But as the old saying goes: good advice is hard to persuade a damned fool.

Li Xiangyang was young and ignorant, and stubbornly refused to listen to advice, so there was nothing he could do.

Then, Li Xiangyang reached out and flipped the sable or weasel on the ground over to examine it carefully. In stark contrast to Liu Qingquan's attitude of avoiding it at all costs, he was actually looking at it with great interest.

The creature before me was covered in purplish-black downy hair, glossy and smooth, with a few white guard hairs interspersed among it. This must be what industry insiders call "a pearl hidden in ink".

It is slender and small overall, much like a large weasel, which is why Liu Qingquan mistook it for a weasel. It is about 40cm long, with a 12cm tail, and fluffy, coarse fur, like a small broom.

I lifted it up, and it weighed about a pound.

Upon examining the throat, yellow spots were found.

Seeing this, Li Xiangyang was basically certain that this was indeed the sable, and a surge of joy welled up in his heart.

The sable, also known as the black sable or the big-leaf sable, is the most valuable fur-bearing animal in the Greater Khingan Mountains and eastern Inner Mongolia forest areas.

In 1980, wild sable fur, especially winter pelts, could fetch two or three hundred yuan at purchasing stations, and three to four hundred yuan on the black market, making it a veritable "soft gold."

In ancient times, these items were royal tributes and symbols of status, making them extremely rare and precious.

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Li Xiangyang let out a long breath to calm his excited emotions, but he still couldn't suppress the urge to smile.

He thought to himself, "Sable, sable, you're lucky you met me, and it just so happens that I met you on the internet in my past life, otherwise you would really have been treated like a weasel by Liu Qingquan."

A muffled thud.

"Ouch, that hurts!" Li Xiangyang suddenly felt something hard hit his back, and he jumped up in pain.

He then saw Liu Qingquan looking at him with a fearful expression, his hand still tightly gripping a thick wooden stick.

"Uncle Quansheng, what are you doing? Why did you hit me for no reason?" Li Xiangyang was a little angry.

Why did Liu Qingquan suddenly hit him with a stick for no reason? Did he realize that this wasn't a weasel, but a sable?

If you don't want to sell, then don't sell. You don't have to hit people with sticks, do you?

"Xiangyang? Are you Xiangyang?" Liu Qingquan poked Li Xiangyang with his stick again and asked cautiously.

"Who else could I be but Li Xiangyang!"

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Liu Qingquan let out a long breath: "I was so scared... Xiangyang, I'm so glad you're back."

"I'm back? Haven't I been here the whole time? I haven't gone anywhere?" Li Xiangyang was completely confused.

"Sigh, you were just possessed by a witch doctor. You didn't even see it. You were looking at that witch doctor's face and it was twitching. It was a half-smile, half-smile. It was so scary. I still get chills just watching it."

"Forehead...

Li Xiangyang was completely speechless and didn't know how to respond.

Liu Quansheng is clearly a bit obsessed. Anyway, let's get to the point.

Li Xiangyang moved the sable to the side of the two dead sheep, threw them together, and said, "Uncle Quansheng, I'll take these two sheep. I'll pay you 27 yuan each. I'll take them home and slaughter them myself. You can decide whether to give me cash or exchange them for straw."

"I don't want money, I just want straw. My sheep are starving to death, what would I do with a few dozen yuan?"

Liu Qingquan waved his hands repeatedly.

He was different from Zhao Jinzhu and the others yesterday. They deliberately froze the sheep they wanted to cull to death, while his two sheep really starved to death because there wasn't enough fodder.

This shows just how scarce his ranch's winter hay reserves are.

"Alright, alright, I'll replace all the straw for you." Li Xiangyang said, then stared at the sable on the ground and added, "Oh, and this... weasel, I want it too!"

"Ah..." Liu Qingquan was a little surprised, then waved his hand in annoyance and said, "If you young man are brave enough, take it. It's free. Anyway, I'm going to take it and throw it away."

But let's make this clear first: if you get involved with anything unpleasant because of this, don't come blaming me.

"How can that be? This weasel pelt can sell for a few dollars." Li Xiangyang couldn't bring himself to take it for free and felt he had to give something at least.

Besides, if he took it without asking for a penny, Liu Qingquan would come after him for the money if he found out. But if he paid, it would be different. It's the same rule as buying antiques and calligraphy: there's no theft or robbery, it's a mutual agreement, and you bear the profit or loss yourself.

Even if Liu Qingquan finds out later, it won't be easy for him to ask for the money back.

"How about this, Uncle Quansheng? I reckon this weasel pelt should fetch five and a half or six yuan at the recycling station. I'll give you five yuan, and I'll make a profit of fifty cents or a yuan. What do you think?"