Reborn in 1980: King of the Changbai Mountain Hunters

In the spring of 1980, the snow on Changbai Mountain had not yet fully melted.

Zhao Tiejun shot upright on the heated brick bed, his back drenched in cold sweat. By the stove, his mother wiped away tears and muttered that the rice jar was empty again. His wife, Lin Xiulan, seven months pregnant, sat by the oil lamp mending his tattered padded jacket. The chilblains on her hands had cracked open, leaving them raw and bloody.

A moment ago, he had been in a minefield on the border, a flower of blood blooming beneath his feet. The next moment, he was back, returned to the morning before it had all happened.

In his previous life, he had been a bastard. On the eve of the land reforms, he had a huge fight with his father, driving the old man to head into the mountains alone, never to return. His wife suffered a hemorrhage during childbirth, and they lost the baby, too. He spent the rest of his life trying to atone with his military honors and his loneliness, only to die in a minefield while shielding someone from a bomb.

This time, he didn't want to be a hero. He only wanted to stay by the warm brick bed, protect his parents, wife, and child, and use Changbai Mountain to warm their lives.

He grabbed his slingshot and headed out. A pot of flying-dragon meat soup brought his father back through the courtyard gate. He took in an Oroqen hunting dog belonging to an old, lame forest guide, then killed a three-hundred-jin boar king with one shot to make a name for himself. He went to the black market to trade for ration coupons, braved Old Wolf Ravine to fight a pack of wolves, and laid to rest one regret from his past life after another.

This story has no System and no immortality cultivation. There is only Changbai Mountain's snow and forests, the ears of hunting dogs, and a hunter's gun. Pork stew simmers until milky white, Laba garlic pickles to a vivid green, and in the twelfth lunar month, the whole family gathers around a steamer full of sticky rice buns. When spring comes, his son turns one month old, and the whole village comes to celebrate with a wedding feast.

What he owed in his past life, he will repay in this one. Not a single person he must protect will be lost.

A man who does not let the mountain down will never be let down by the mountain.