With remorse and regret, I was reborn and returned to the old Northeastern countryside in the 1980s. In this era where guns and hunting were not allowed, left-behind women could fight with men outside just to eat good food! Materials are scarce, but resources are abundant. It is no exaggeration to say that a stick beats a roe deer and a gourd scoops out fish, and a pheasant flies into the rice pot! Carrying the regrets of my previous life, I carried the horn bow on my back and entered the snowy plains of Beilin. The deep mountains and old forests where wild beasts frequently roamed became my exclusive hunting grounds.
