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The hard snow was smashed into a deep crater.

Lu Qingshan was not careless at all; he knew how tenacious the life force of this giant beast of the mountains and forests was.

Almost the instant the black bear fell to the ground, Lu Qingshan used the momentum to retreat several steps, creating a safe distance.

When begging for food in the mountains, one must never have any侥幸 (侥幸 means taking chances or relying on luck) mentality.

"Click".

With a crisp metallic clang, he swiftly ejected the spent cartridge and chambered the next round.

He held his gun, held his breath, and slowly approached the massive body again.

As they approached, the cold muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at the black bear's slightly wide-open right eye.

"Bang!"

Another muffled gunshot rang out, completely extinguishing the last vestiges of life in this behemoth.

"Green Mountain!"

Rapid, heavy footsteps sounded behind him. The old man rushed out, panting heavily, his face ashen, carrying a hunting knife.

Only when he saw the black bear lying on the ground and Lu Qingshan unharmed did he breathe a long sigh of relief.

The snowstorm had stopped sometime earlier.

In the woods, only the heavy breathing of people and dogs could be heard.

Lu Qingshan slowly lowered the muzzle of his gun, a wisp of white smoke still rising from the barrel.

He walked over to the dead black bear, kicked it, and confirmed that it was absolutely dead.

Old Master Lu staggered forward, grabbed Lu Qingshan's arm, and gripped it with the strength of an iron clamp.

He opened his mouth, making a "hoarse" sound in his throat. His cloudy eyes were filled with tears, a mixture of lingering fear, ecstasy, and an overwhelming sense of pride.

The old man slapped Lu Qingshan on the back with a dull "bang".

"Good lad!"

"They didn't bring shame to the Lu family!"

He panted heavily, walked around the massive bear carcass twice, and kicked the black bear's stiff legs.

Upon closer inspection, the bear was even more terrifying. The bear carcass was as heavy as a small stone mountain. He squatted down and tried to move the bear's head, but only managed to budge it a little bit after his face turned red from straining.

"This...this definitely weighs over 600 jin (300 kg), this is the King of Bears!"

The old man raised his head, his cloudy eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

He looked at his grandson, who, though somewhat tired, had a calm expression.

This is a mountain overlord that even a dozen strong men with guns wouldn't dare to provoke easily. Although he was injured in a wolf pack attack before, he is not someone that ordinary people can take down.

He was actually beaten to death by his own grandson?

"Good, good..." The old man's voice trembled slightly, and his eyes were even a little red. He was extremely proud. "Our Lu family has produced a dragon!"

After calming down, the old man's true nature as an old hunter came through.

"This beast is too heavy; the two of us can't carry it back. We need to think about it."

The old man squatted down, pulled out the gleaming skinning knife from his waist, and began to trace patterns on the bear skin.

In both his lifetimes combined, Lu Qingshan had never hunted such a large prey. How a hunter decides what to take and what to discard, keeping only the most valuable items, is an art in itself. (Writing this, all I can think about is the Delta's baggage.)

The old man's expression turned serious, and he gently sliced ​​the bear's belly with his skinning knife. The flesh was torn open where the blade passed.

His hands moved swiftly and efficiently as he began to explain.

"Keep an eye on things; we can't let the wealth in the mountains slip away. The first cut must be to extract the bear's gallbladder."

The old man was extremely nimble; he reached in along the incision and carefully scooped out a dark green gallbladder.

"This thing is the most expensive part of the whole bear. The shopkeeper's eyes will light up when he sees it. But remember, the gallbladder must be taken from a live bear or immediately after it dies. If it's left too long, the bile will spoil and it will be ruined."

Lu Qingshan nodded heavily, took out a clean cloth bag, and carefully put it away.

Then, the old man turned his blade and slashed at the black bear's left forepaw.

"Sir, are we taking all four bear paws with us?" Lu Qingshan asked.

The old man chuckled and used the tip of his knife to poke at the thick left forefoot.

"Silly boy, there's a reason for this. When the black bear hibernates in its den, it licks its left forepaw with its tongue all year round, so the flesh on this paw is the fattest and most tender, without any fishy or musty smell."

"This left forefoot is a priceless treasure on the market. Let's chop it off, and take the remaining three as well; we can sell them for a high price."

Lu Qingshan watched carefully and saw that the old man's knife skills were as smooth as flowing water, and in the blink of an eye, he began to peel the skin.

"And then there's this whole bear skin."

The old man's hands kept moving, and the sizzling sound of peeling skins was particularly clear in the quiet forest.

"Bear fur is thick and dense in autumn and winter, and it's windproof and waterproof. It's a highly valuable item. We peel it off whole, fold it neatly so it doesn't take up much space, and it's also easy to carry."

"Sir, what about this meat? It weighs several hundred pounds, are we just going to throw it away?"

Lu Qingshan looked at the mountain of bear meat and felt a pang of heartache.

The old man stopped slicing and glared at him.

"Several hundred pounds of meat, can the two of us carry it? Remember, when making a living in the mountains, you can't bite off more than you can chew; you have to learn to let go. Except for this lard—"

As the old man spoke, he skillfully cut off several large, thick chunks of bear fat.

"This bear oil is a good thing; it can cure frostbite and burns when rendered. It's an essential commodity for survival in the mountains. As for the bones and internal organs, throw them all away!"

Lu Qingshan suddenly realized, feeling his horizons broaden. Having lived two lives, he truly understood the weight of the words "old hunter".

After dealing with the black bear, the old man walked over to the two wolf carcasses, twirling the skinning knife between his fingers.

"And look at these two wolf cubs."

Lu Qingshan's heart skipped a beat.

He was so focused on the bear and the ginseng that he completely forgot about the two wolves.

The old man squatted down and said, "Although wolves don't have rare medicinal herbs like bear bile, they are still full of treasures, and they are lightweight and easy to carry."

"This wolf pelt is sturdy and durable, and it's even better at blocking wind and cold than sheepskin. Once peeled off and folded, it's only about the size of a palm, perfect for making a short jacket to protect your waist, ideal for keeping warm while walking in the mountains."

"And these wolf fangs," the old man said, using the hilt of his knife to pry open the wolf's mouth and skillfully pry off four sharp fangs, handing them to Lu Qingshan.

"Two wolves, eight fangs. It can ward off evil spirits. Children can wear it to prevent being frightened, and it's easy to use and doesn't take up much space."

Lu Qingshan took the warm wolf tooth, only to find it hard and cold to the touch. He was filled with admiration for the old man's meticulousness.

"We need the wolf bones," Lu Qingshan said proactively.

"Smart." The old man gave him an approving look. "Break off the hard bones in the limbs and take them with you. Wolf bones can be ground into knife handles and used in medicine to treat rheumatism. They are essential supplies for us mountain people."

"As for the wolf meat, it smells terrible. We'll only cut off the lean meat from the two hind legs, and we'll find a place to roast and dry it later as our emergency rations for today. We'll throw away the internal organs and the rest of the meat and leave them for the mountain god."

Watching the old man swiftly finish off the two wolves, the once enormous prey was reduced to two relatively light baskets.

He's still the boss.

Making a living in the mountains requires this kind of meticulousness and shrewdness; it's something I'm still far from being able to do.

Lu Qingshan weighed the basket in his hand. Although it was quite heavy, the thought that it contained treasures that could be exchanged for a lot of grain and money filled him with inexhaustible energy.

"Master, everything's ready!" Lu Qingshan grinned.

The old man patted the blood off his hands, wiped the knife with a snowball, looked at his spirited grandson, and smiled with satisfaction, "Alright, you little rascal, you've really learned something today. Get ready to pay respects to the mountain god, then we'll go home!"