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

Upon arriving at the entrance of the purchasing station, Li Xiangyang intended to tie his horse to a log in the adjacent open space.

But then he remembered that someone in the team had lost their carriage in Wuzhen during this period in his previous life, so he was worried and led the horse directly to the gate of the purchasing station.

They tied the reins to the stone pillar at the gate, since there weren't many people coming in or out at the moment.

With a creak, the dilapidated wooden door of the recycling station was pushed open.

As soon as Li Xiangyang stepped inside, he was hit by a smell of coal smoke mixed with fur.

"Cough cough."

The smell was a bit pungent, but it was really warm.

Inside the room was a tin stove, the coal inside burning red-hot. Perhaps out of sheer boredom, Liu Guofu was dozing off on the purchasing platform.

On the table were an abacus and an almost blank ledger, indicating that business had been slow lately.

"Hmm." Li Xiangyang coughed.

Liu Guofu was instantly startled awake. He looked up and saw Li Xiangyang, somewhat surprised: "Isn't this Xiangyang? What brings you here in this heavy snow?"

"I got some furs yesterday, so I brought them here to sell."

Li Xiangyang said casually, then tossed the sack of furs onto the purchasing platform.

"Fur...? What fur? Let me see it quickly." Upon hearing that he was there to sell something, Liu Guofu's eyes lit up instantly.

With this snow disaster, the herders and hunters haven't come, so he hasn't received anything for several days, and he probably can't expect to meet his quota for this month.

Li Xiangyang rubbed his hands, which were stiff from the cold, untied the reed ropes from the sack, and panted, "Just a few wolf pelts, how much do you want?"

"Wolf pelts? And how many?" Liu Guofu stood up in surprise.

He had worked at the purchasing station for many years and knew many of the herders and hunters who came and went. He knew very well that wild wolves were not easy to hunt, and it was even more difficult to hunt several wild wolves at once.

Leather products made from wolf fur are very popular.

It has a rugged and durable style, strong warmth, waterproof and moisture-proof, and thick down. It is more durable than mink fur and wilder than fox fur.

Moreover, it also carries the meaning of warding off evil spirits.

It can be made into cushions, tapestries, coat collars, or hats.

He then took out a wolf skin from the sack, spread it on the purchasing table, and examined it carefully.

Having worked as a purchasing agent for many years, Liu Fugui's ability to identify pelts was naturally exceptional. He immediately recognized that the wolf pelt was a winter pelt, with long, thick fur, and the pelt itself was intact and undamaged.

He then ran his fingers through the wolf's pelt, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "This wolf pelt is good; it's a genuine winter pelt, and the shape is perfect."

Then came the second and third photos, and I became more and more satisfied with them:

"Xiangyang, you've struck it rich this time! Every single one of these is top-quality winter skin!"

Then he took out the wolf king's pelt, and Liu Guofu was shocked once again.

"This...is this...the wolf king? Such a huge pelt, and such thick fur?"

But before he could be shocked for long, he saw that the wolf king's fur had been ripped open with several large holes.

"Oh... why are there so many holes?" Liu Guofu frowned, and his mouth twitched.

This wolf king pelt is noticeably larger than a regular wolf pelt, with denser and shinier fur; it would definitely fetch a good price. But alas… the surface is riddled with holes, and in some places, the fur is completely bald…

"Ah...what a pity, what a pity."

"It's not a pity."

Xiang Yang smiled casually; he had known all along that Liu Guofu would react this way if he saw such a fine fur being ruined.

But he didn't think so, jokingly saying, "These holes would have been poking me if they weren't in this wolf skin."

"Well, you're right, it's quite impressive that you managed to kill so many wolves in one go."

Although Liu Guofu felt it was a pity, upon hearing Li Xiangyang say that, he immediately imagined the heroic scene of Li Xiangyang fighting four wolves alone.

It must be very exciting and thrilling.

He then put the wolf king pelt aside, picked up the abacus, and started clicking away:

"Xiangyang, you're a regular customer now. These three ordinary wolf pelts, I'll charge you the highest price of 55 yuan each, for a total of 165 yuan."

As for this wolf king pelt... if it were intact, I could give you at least 75 yuan, but as it is now, I can only give you 30 yuan at most. I can't explain anything more than that. The commune has a rule that damaged pelts must be discounted. What do you think...?"

"sure!"

Li Xiangyang blurted it out.

Before coming here, he didn't have high expectations for this wolf king pelt, which was full of holes. He thought it would be good if it could sell for 30 yuan, considering that it was full of holes.

"Okay, that's fine."

As Liu Guofu spoke, he handed 195 yuan to Li Xiangyang: "Count it."

Li Xiangyang counted them and found the number was correct. He then drank a few cups of milk tea at the purchasing station and waited until he felt a little warm before getting up to go back.

I sold 63 yuan worth of wolf meat this morning, and with the 195 yuan I just made, I've earned 258 yuan from this trip.

Li Xiangyang was delighted. He stuffed all the money into his sheepskin coat and then went out the door.

As soon as he pushed open the door, a gust of cold wind carrying snowflakes rushed in, making him shiver. The warmth that Li Xiangyang had managed to muster instantly turned half cold.

He adjusted his collar, planning to go to the supply and marketing cooperative later to buy some peanuts, fruit, and fruit candy before going back.

The Lunar New Year is just over ten days away. This is his first year in charge, so we have to make sure it's a good year.

Just as he bent down to untie the reins from the stone block, a carriage sped past him. The driver had his hat brim pulled low and was in a great hurry, so focused on whipping the horse that he didn't even notice the snow kicked up by the horse's hooves splashing all over Li Xiangyang's face.

Just as Li Xiangyang was about to get up and curse at him, the carriage had already driven far away.

This scene suddenly reminded him of an incident in his past life where, after a heavy rain, he was walking on the side of the road and was splashed with rainwater by a speeding dump truck.

"Damn it, are they rushing to be reborn in such a panic?"

Li Xiangyang was instantly annoyed, and in a fit of anger, he snapped.

The carriage had already gone far away, so there was no way he would chase after it and start a fight!

He wiped the snow off his face with his sleeve, then mounted his horse and headed towards the supply and marketing cooperative.

Just as Li Xiangyang was about 100 meters away from the supply and marketing cooperative, he saw a familiar figure in the distance.

It was Old Zhang from the team. At that moment, he was pacing around frantically in the open space to the left of the supply and marketing cooperative entrance, slapping his thighs from time to time.

"What's Old Zhang doing? Didn't he bring Zhang Dayong and his wife to the town clinic for treatment these past few days? Why is he going to the supply and marketing cooperative?"

Li Xiangyang rode over on his horse and asked, "Hey, Uncle Zhang, what are you doing?"

Old Zhang looked up in a panic and saw that it was Li Zhenshan's son. He said urgently:

"Baby, baby! My carriage... my carriage has been stolen!"

I clearly tied myself to this piece of wood just now. I went into the supply and marketing cooperative to buy some things, and when I came out, it was gone...

Oh dear, what am I going to do, what am I going to do...?

"Huh...? The person whose carriage was stolen in town in my previous life was actually Old Zhang! It's true that misfortunes never come singly, and the rope always breaks at its weakest point."

Li Xiangyang's heart skipped a beat, and he instantly remembered the carriage that had splashed snow all over his face at the entrance of the purchasing station. He then asked Old Zhang to give a brief description of the carriage's appearance.

It really is the same car I just saw at the recycling station!

"Uncle Zhang, don't worry! I just saw a strange man driving your horse-drawn cart westward at the purchasing station."

"What? Really? You bastard, don't let me catch you."

Before Old Zhang could finish speaking, he stumbled off westward in pursuit.