In the winter of 1980, heavy snow closed the mountains in the Changbai Mountains. When Li Qingshan opened his eyes, he became a poor boy in a deep ravine in the Northeast whose father had just died. The family was destitute and had a debt of 300 yuan - in an era when pork was ninety-five cents a pound, it was three years of hard-earned money for the whole family. The creditor made harsh words: If he doesn't pay back the money in three days, he will seize the land and the house.
In his previous life, he was an orphan and a master of survival in the wild; in his memory of this life, his ancestor was the last generation of professional hunters in Qingshangou. In a desperate situation, Li Qingshan dug out the oilcloth bag left by his grandfather: an old gun, several rust clips, and a book "Hunting Record in the White Mountains".
On the nineteenth day of the twelfth lunar month, before dawn, he took Zhao Tiezhu, the son of Orion, into the old forest. The snow was knee-deep and wolves were howling beside them. The two men set a noose in the red pine forest. In the evening, the rope swayed - a dark purple sable was struggling. The skin could be exchanged for eighty yuan in the county town, which was the beginning of hope.
From sable fur to wild ginseng, from purchasing mountain goods to building factories and processing, Li Qingshan followed the pulse of reform and opening up and established his own business territory in the white mountains and black waters. He is ruthless and decisive towards his enemies, treating the shopping mall like a battlefield and refusing to give up an inch of ground; he devotes everything to his family and protects his calves with deep affection.
This is a story of a man and a mountain, as well as a legend of an era and a group of people. From a debt of 300 yuan to assets worth billions, Li Qingshan used the acumen of a hunter and the mind of a businessman to embark on a path of rise that coexisted with blood and warmth in the Northeast in the 1980s.
Reader comments
It really doesn't work. It's just like a primary school student writing a composition, just spelling out numbers. Don't go back and check again.
There is no brainless plot, it is more realistic, that is, the author's mathematics should have been taught by a physical education teacher.
It really doesn't work. It's just like a primary school student writing a composition, just spelling out numbers. Don't go back and check again.
There is no brainless plot, it is more realistic, that is, the author's mathematics should have been taught by a physical education teacher.