In his previous life, Lu Linyuan was a heartless ingrate. In the bitter winter of 1982, hoping to secure a temporary job in the city, he followed his parents' orders and cut ties with his pregnant wife, Lin Wanzhao. He watched helplessly as she was driven from their home in the freezing snow. She eventually froze to death in a ruined temple, taking their unborn twins with her.
Although he later became the famed “Old Hunting King” of Northeast China and amassed a fortune worth over a hundred million, he lived a lonely life, consumed by regret.
When Lu Linyuan opened his eyes again, he was reborn! He had returned to the family partitioning that changed his fate in 1982. His biased parents gave the good fields and house to his older brother, leaving him just three jin of cornmeal, a broken pot, and a drafty thatched hut at the foot of the mountain.
This time, he would no longer be a good-for-nothing. His wife stood beside him, shaken but still willing to trust him, and his heart bled at the sight. With a cold laugh, he took her hand and turned toward the mountains. He needed no System and no pocket dimension. His forty years of experience hunting in the Greater Khingan Range, where every day had been a brush with death, was his greatest golden finger! In these untouched primordial forests, he would dig up century-old ginseng and hunt rare beasts, using his own hands to build a safe haven for his wife and children.
