In the Famine Years: I Feed Every Woman in the Village by Hunting in the Mountains

[Mountain Hunting + Northeast China + Getting Rich + No System + No Pocket Dimension]

Shen Changhe died at fifty-five, alone and lonely, and a failure all his life.

He'd spent forty years hunting in the Greater Khingan Mountains, risked his life fighting black bears, and endured blizzards for three days and nights. In the end, he froze to death in the mountains, with no one to even claim his body.

When he opened his eyes again, it was 1960, in the Great Famine. He was eighteen, in a mountain village in the north.

The good news: he was alive. The bad news: he'd ended up in the body of the most hated layabout in the village, with pockets emptier than his face and a stove cold enough to freeze a rat to death. Worse still, lying beside him was the village beauty, whom his former self had deceived... Her sister-in-law was outside, pounding on the door with her four-year-old niece.

There was no food in the house, snow on the mountain, and corpses of the starving everywhere outside.

But Shen Changhe grinned.

He had forty years of mountain-hunting know-how stored in his mind. He knew every animal trail, every ginseng patch, every bear den in the Greater Khingan Mountains like the back of his hand.

This time, he'd start with a steamed bun and a broken bow.

In this life, no one was going to make him a failure again.

Food? The mountains were full of it. Women? In his previous life, he hadn't even touched a woman's hand. In this life...