You Asked Me to Be a Forest Ranger, So Why Did I Build an Arms Fortress?

He transmigrates to 1974, when supplies require ration coupons. Is the smell of meat a crime? Lu Feng turns the mountains into his villa and the snowy wilderness into his farm: He traps rabbits, presses oil from pine nuts, makes rugs from wolf pelts, and cures bear meat. He even digs up a century-old ginseng root and trades it for a pistol at the county's black market. The commune brigade chief begs him to become a forest ranger in the middle of the night: “Xiao Lu, stop leveling up. We don't have enough paper for the files!” His younger sister asks, “Bro, what's for dinner tonight?” “Wolf king hot pot with wild mushrooms. Don't make it too spicy. Save some for the county magistrate.”