
Reborn in 1981: Hunting in Northeast China
重生八一狩猎东北林区
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- Completed
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- 598k Words
- Genre
- Urban
- Subgenre
- Urban Life
- Updated
- 6mo ago
- English
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196Chapters
461Recommendations
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Stop writing about such rubbish and absurd things. It's not fashionable anymore; readers don't like it, it's disgusting all the time.
There is only one novel about hunting, and the author of that novel exaggerated rather than fabricated it. Due to social reasons, I left my parents before starting school and grew up with my great-grandfather in the countryside. My great-grandfather was a hunter; the family had five dogs and a double-barreled shotgun. I don't know what he hunted, except for occasionally bringing home half a pound of rabbit, pheasant, or sand, which he always handed over to the village committee. I only heard that he hunted a few roe deer and deer, but he never brought any home. I didn't want to watch squirrels run into the bushes anymore. I'd only ever seen spotted squirrels (also called birch crickets) on the ground; the larger squirrels, like the grey-furred squirrels, always jumped around in the trees. And black bears are really scary. The only time I ever saw a black bear in the mountains was when I was picking grapes. It was sitting in the grape trellis. I stared at it for a while, and then it turned and ran away, incredibly fast, disappearing like an arrow in the blink of an eye. My family was terrified, and from then on, they only took me fishing. Hunting really won't make you rich, but gathering herbs can.
Master, with your update frequency, it's hard for me to give you any monthly votes!!!
There used to be a book with a similar name called "Northeast Mountaineering Literature," but I haven't read it yet and don't know if it's the same book.
I watched it all the way through; it's very relatable. Keep it up!
Is there a Shennong? Is it a case of a scumbag being reborn?
😒 After reading ten chapters, the family favoritism reappeared. This time, instead of parents, it's grandparents. To be honest, I know this kind of thing existed in that era, but this trope has been overused in period dramas. Can't they come up with a new conflict? Even the best food gets tiresome after a while.
Will the protagonist's wife's muteness be cured in the future? Good luck!