Hunting Sixty: Start by Grabbing Food from the Wolf's Mouth

In the winter of 1960, the north wind was as sharp as a knife. Li Feng opened his eyes on the leaky earthen bed, his throat filled with the sourness of wild vegetable soup. In front of them were three slender sisters - the twelve-year-old elder sister Li Xiulan was feeding the eight-year-old younger sister Li Xiuzhu water from a cracked pottery bowl. The five-year-old younger sister Li Xiuju was curled up in tattered cotton wool, too hungry to even cry. Memories came flooding back: Their parents died collecting herbs in the mountains half a year ago, leaving four siblings struggling to survive in Lijiagou at the foot of the Dabie Mountains in southern Henan. Yesterday, the original owner got into a fight with his cousin over grabbing half of a piece of cornmeal. He hit his head on a stone and passed out. When he woke up again, inside his body was the soul of a special soldier from the 21st century. "Brother... Are you awake?" Li Xiulan's voice was trembling, and the bowl was filled with turbid bark soup. Li Feng stood up and saw that the house was bare - the cracks in the earthen wall allowed light to shine through, the stove was deserted, and the only iron pot had been replaced with food. He clenched his fists. In his previous life, he was an expert in jungle warfare, but in this life he had to watch his sisters starve to death? Bite! The 'Wild Survival Master System' was successfully bound!