Hunting Beauties, Beasts, Kingdoms, and the Wilds in a Chaotic Famine

[Meat at every meal during famine + hunting + ancient setting + elite soldier + devoted husband + Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms + farming + multiple heroines] Imagine you’re an invincible elite soldier who transmigrates to ancient times. You open your eyes to discover you’re a rich young master, but your father has kicked you into a desolate mountain wilderness because of your gambling addiction! Your wife remains by your side, and your daughter is sweet and well-behaved... You come to your senses, leave your wastrel ways behind, and earn money to support your family! You head into the mountains to hunt with a battered ox-horn bow, tear apart a wolf king with your bare hands, ride a ferocious tiger, and even have a blind bear kneel to offer you honey. At night, you cuddle your wife and roast wild boar. Life couldn’t be sweeter. You only meant to hunt rare birds to buy golden bangles for your wives and concubines! You shoot a saker falcon, and it has the imperial jade seal tied to its talon! You dig up a mountain ginseng plant, and find a gold mine belonging to eight nations buried beneath it! You save an old beggar, who turns out to be the guardian war god. He strips off his clothes and kneels in adoration: “Master! I’ll serve you and help you conquer the world!” The county magistrate says, “Lord Chen! The emperors of eight nations have brought their princesses and are blocking the mountain pass!” The Imperial Preceptor says, “Your Majesty! The civil and military officials are carrying the dragon robe and kneeling. If you don’t ascend the throne, they’ll slit their throats!” You laugh in exasperation. “Have you all gone crazy?! I just want to stay with my wife and kids and go hunting. What did I ever do to you?!” But who could have guessed... One remark from you about how warm wolf fur is leaves the seven nations fighting over a wolf’s den, with corpses strewn everywhere! A wooden hairpin you whittle for your legal wife is said to protect the nation’s fortunes for a hundred years! The leather trousers your concubine sews for you are auctioned for tens of millions of taels!