With repentance and regret, I was reborn and returned to the old northeastern rural areas in the 1980s. In this era where guns and hunting were not prohibited, it was not easy for the left-behind women 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.
