[Reborn + period setting + mountain hunting + understanding animal speech + one female lead + no System]
In his previous life, Chen Shoushan worked like an ox and a horse for the Chen family for thirty years. He had been dead for three days before anyone found him.
When he opened his eyes, he was back at the family-splitting banquet in 1980: cast out with nothing, his entire fortune consisting of two drafty horse-sheds, half a sack of corn, and an old scale with a chipped beam that his father had left behind.
That night, a high fever let him understand the language of the mountains.
The first to speak was the sable on the roof beam, complaining that his snoring was too loud.
But this gift wasn't an ATM. It was a ledger of favors. He freed the sable's leg from an iron snare, and it led him straight to a wild beehive on a rocky cliff. On his first trip into the mountains, he earned eight yuan and seventy-two cents, and it wouldn't even waive the change. The creatures of the mountains held grudges, and wouldn't pass along a single word to anyone who had once wronged them.
Listening was like sinking a well, too. He listened closely to a wild boar and immediately got a nosebleed, collapsing headfirst into the snow.
There, in the snow, he also found two lengths of snare rope: one made of brand-new wire, the other of old, rotted hemp.
A new poacher. An old case.
Deep in the old forest was the Mountain God's Mouth, and for thirty years, not a single living creature had carried a message for it.
That is, until Chen Shoushan entered the mountains.
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