Back to the 1960s: I Hunt to Provide for My Wife and Children

Zhou Tieshan was reborn, returning to that hungry winter of 1960.

In his previous life, he was a coward who blindly obeyed his elders. He watched helplessly as his cruel grandparents and his uncle's family took the last of their food, causing his beloved younger sister to starve to death, his mother to die of illness, and his father to hang himself.

He himself scraped by for the rest of his life, every day consumed by endless regret and bitter cold.

This time, when his grandparents came to their door again, wailing and demanding to "borrow grain," Zhou Tieshan didn't back down.

He silently took his father's rusty hunting rifle off the wall, wiped it clean with an oilcloth, then walked into the yard without a word and fired a shot at the old locust tree.

The deafening gunshot silenced everyone.

Zhou Tieshan turned around. His dark face was expressionless, and his voice was as cold as three feet of ice: "If anyone dares come through my door again or try to take my food, the next shot won't be aimed at a tree."

From that day on, Zhou Tieshan changed. He was no longer the quiet, honest man he'd been, but a lone wolf protecting his food.

To keep his family fed, he shouldered his rifle and entered the "Forbidden Mountain," which his ancestors had warned them never to venture deep into.

Wild boars, roe deer, black bears... What others saw as harbingers of death became meals on his table.

In his own clumsy way, he spoiled his family.

The first full meal he made for his sister was fragrant roast rabbit. He simmered warming bear-bone soup for his mother, and hunted the finest game for his tight-lipped father to enjoy with his liquor. As for those bloodsucking relatives, he'd use the most direct, primitive methods to show them what it meant to pay blood for blood.