While Chen Changyuan was cleaning up the dishes, he spoke to Fang Suxia casually.

Fang Suxia was wiping the table with a towel. When she heard this, she paused and looked up at him:

"Going to town? What to buy? We have everything we need at home."

She felt vaguely uneasy, always feeling that her son had changed recently, but she couldn't tell what exactly it was.

"I want to get some hunting equipment,"

Chen Changyuan said in a relaxed tone, "There's a lot of game in our mountains. If we can bring some back, we can improve our food and even sell it to supplement our family income."

Fang Suxia's face immediately darkened when she heard this:

"Hunting? Those deep mountains and old forests are so dangerous! What if you run into a bear, a blind wild boar, or something? No, I won't let you go!"

Chen Changyuan had anticipated his mother's objection and patiently advised:

"Don't worry, Mom. I'll just hang out near the mountains. I won't go deep into the hills. Besides, it's the off-season now, and many people in the village are going up the mountain to hunt. I'll be fine if I go with them."

Fang Suxia was still worried and kept talking about the dangers of hunting, while Chen Changyuan kept comforting her and assured her that he would be careful.

In the end, Fang Suxia couldn't persuade him anymore and had to agree. She repeatedly warned Chen Changyuan to be careful and not to act stubbornly.

The next morning, Chen Changyuan set out for the town with the few hundred dollars he had saved.

The warm sunshine of early autumn shines on our bodies, the wild flowers on the roadside are blooming, and everything is full of vitality.

He took a deep breath and felt that everything in his life was a new beginning.

When he arrived in the town, Chen Changyuan did not wander around, but went straight to the blacksmith shop.

He explained his purpose and asked for a hunting knife to be made.

"Master, I want to make a hunting knife. The blade must be strong and durable, and the edge must be extremely sharp so that it can easily peel off the fur of wild animals."

Chen Changyuan described his requirements in detail. "The handle should be made of high-quality hardwood, comfortable to hold and not slip. The length of the knife should be around 30 centimeters for easy carrying."

The old blacksmith looked Chen Changyuan up and down, and seeing that his eyes were firm and he didn't seem to be joking, he nodded and said:

"No problem, young man. I'll remember your request. Come back and get the knife in three days."

After leaving the blacksmith shop, Chen Changyuan went to the supply and marketing cooperative and bought ropes, wires, animal traps and other materials for making traps.

Just as he was about to leave, his eyes were caught by an old hunting rifle on the counter.

This hunting rifle is a bit old and the body is mottled, but it is well maintained.

Chen Changyuan picked up the hunting rifle, stroked the cold metal, and his thoughts went back to his previous life.

He was once an experienced hunter and had shot many prey with a shotgun.

"How much is this gun?" Chen Changyuan asked the salesperson behind the counter.

"One hundred and fifty." The salesperson replied lazily.

One hundred and fifty! This is not a small amount. Chen Changyuan hesitated.

"How does this gun perform?" Chen Changyuan asked again.

"It's an old-fashioned hunting rifle, very powerful! But the bullets are hard to get." The salesperson said nonchalantly.

Chen Changyuan thought to himself that a good gun would protect him better and improve his hunting efficiency. After much deliberation, he gritted his teeth and decided to buy the hunting rifle.

"Okay, I'll take it."

Chen Changyuan took out the money and was about to hand it to the salesperson when he suddenly remembered something and asked, "If this gun breaks, can it be repaired?"

The salesperson glanced at him and said impatiently:

"This is an old item. If it breaks, there's no place to repair it."

When Chen Changyuan heard this, he hesitated.

This hunting rifle is not cheap. If it breaks down after a few days of use, it would be a big loss.

"Let's do this,"

The salesperson seemed to see his concern and added.

"I will repair or replace it for you within one year. As long as it is not man-made damage, you can bring it back for a replacement if it breaks."

Now Chen Changyuan was completely relieved. He paid the money happily and packed up the hunting rifle and bullets and took them away.

After paying the money, Chen Changyuan held the hunting rifle and felt an indescribable sense of security in his heart.

When Chen Changyuan returned to the village, the sunset had already dyed the western sky red.

He carried those chains and shackles, attracting many curious eyes along the way.

"Hey, Changyuan, what have you been doing? You bought so many things!"

Old Li at the entrance of the village asked with his eyes narrowed, holding a pipe in his mouth.

"I went into town to buy some things, Uncle Li, you're busy."

Chen Changyuan responded with a smile and walked straight home.

After this trip, he felt that he should bring some people with him when he went up the mountain this time. After all, although he was reborn, he still lacked hunting experience.

Lao Yuantou is his biggest partner.

The old man’s eloquent speech yesterday gave Chen Changyuan a lot of ideas, but if he wanted to learn skills from others, he had to be prepared.

Time flies, three days later.

Because of the conversation a few days ago, Chen Changyuan has been looking for an opportunity to learn a few tricks from Lao Yuantou. After all, hunting is much easier with an experienced veteran.

When he arrived at Lao Yuantou's house, Chen Changyuan put his things in the yard and couldn't wait to show his "equipment" to Lao Yuantou.

"Uncle Yuan, look, this is my new hunting knife. Feel the blade, it's so sharp!"

The old man took the hunting knife, examined it carefully, and nodded. "Not bad, it's a good knife. The wood of the handle is also good, and it feels comfortable to hold."

"And this hunting rifle, an old-fashioned hunting rifle, very powerful!"

As Chen Changyuan spoke, he deliberately pulled the bolt, making a crisp "click" sound.

Old Yuan looked at Chen Changyuan's outfit, smiled and shook his head.

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