Years of Famine: I Drove Mountains to Feed All the Women in the Village

[Catch the mountain + Northeast + get rich + no system + no space] Shen Changhe was fifty-five years old when he died. He had been alone and useless all his life. I have been driving in the Daxingan Mountains for forty years, fought for my life against a black blind man, and endured three days and three nights in a snowstorm. In the end, I froze to death in the mountains and there was no one to collect the body. Open your eyes again - 1960, the Great Famine, the northern backing village, eighteen years old. Good news: alive. Bad news: He is possessed by the most hated second-rate guy in the whole village, his pocket is cleaner than his face, and the stove is so cold that a mouse can freeze to death. What's even worse is that beside her lies a village beauty who was deceived by the original owner... Her sister-in-law and her four-year-old niece are breaking down the door outside. There is no food in the house, there is snow on the mountains, and there are people dying of hunger everywhere outside. But Shen Changhe grinned. Forty years of mountain climbing are all in my head. He could touch every animal trail, every ginseng nest, and every bear cave in the Daxingan Mountains with his eyes closed. Start with a wowotou, start with a broken bow. In this life - no one can let me be a loser again. Food? There are plenty of them in the mountains. Woman? I never even touched my hands in my previous life, but in this life...