Rebirth 1955 starts from the hunter

Sure enough, "Pa," - Zhao Mingcheng fell to the ground, covering his right face, looking at his seventh uncle in disbelief.

Lin Dong sighed: "Uncle Qi, calm down. Comrade Zhao, you might be sick! Don't you know that persuading people to go into the mountains is a taboo here?"

"This, this," - Zhao Mingcheng looked at his seventh uncle's murderous eyes and consciously slapped his own left cheek, very loudly and hard.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I was so anxious that I let my imagination blind me and I really forgot about this." - After slapping himself in the face, Zhao Mingcheng knelt down and kowtowed several times.

"I will climb, I will climb out of Changling," - Zhao Mingcheng secretly groaned in his heart. He was really scared that he would not be able to get out of Changling.

He secretly blamed himself for getting too carried away after working in purchasing for half a year and forgetting his uncle's advice. Only now did he remember that these mountain people would not show mercy when killing people, and they could guarantee that no one would find the bodies afterwards.

Seeing Uncle Seven touching his calf, Lin Dong felt a little numb.

His soul is not that of a simple mountain villager. He cannot kill someone for such a small matter. If he really kills Zhao Mingcheng, there will be endless troubles.

Zhao Mingcheng naturally noticed his seventh uncle's actions, and his crotch became wet.

“No, no, don’t, I really know I’m wrong, I really know I’m wrong.” - “Bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang…,”

Lin Dong quickly held down Uncle Qi's hand and shook his head at him.

"Get lost now! Remember my words. If you dare to take even one step south of the Ming Tombs, I will kill you myself without your Seventh Uncle having to do anything."

Lin Dong's threatening words also gave Uncle Seventh a way out.

Professional hunters don't like to leave any trouble behind, and Lin Dong was afraid that Uncle Qi would intercept people afterwards.

Because this little thing wouldn't warrant murder, but he couldn't tell his Seventh Uncle about this.

If I talk about it, I will inevitably be educated again. We all have different understandings of the rules of survival, and we will not be able to reach an agreement.

"Damn it," - Lin Dong couldn't help but swear as he watched Zhao Mingcheng rolling down the slope.

"Dongzi, you shouldn't be soft-hearted. This kind of dog that wants to hurt people is best fed to wolves."

"Okay, Uncle Qi, calm down. He just wants me to lose my job. He doesn't deserve death."

"You said he wants to come to our village to purchase prey?"

"What else? If I give him the supplies, I won't be able to complete the task. The factory doesn't show much mercy to temporary workers. If he's from the city, it's okay. I can just change his position."

"The people in this city are really filthy. Next time you run into someone like this, don't be soft-hearted. Just drag them into Congmuling to feed the wolves."

"Hey, okay, I'll just listen to you, sir! Do you want your nephew to have a drink with you today?"

"When can we drink the bone wine you made?"

"It will take at least half a year. I recently picked some ginseng and I'll leave a portion for you after I make it."

"Hehe! This is a good feeling. Keep it well. It may be of great use."

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Zhao Mingcheng endured the pain of broken bones and finally climbed to the bicycle.

Thinking of the cold looks of Lin Dong and his seventh uncle, he no longer cared about the incontinence of his lower body and just got on the bicycle and pedaled as fast as he could.

Twenty minutes later, Zhao Mingcheng, who had just arrived in the town, finally couldn't hold on and fainted. He was sent to the clinic by the patrolling soldiers.

After examining Zhao Mingcheng's injuries, the doctor was stunned.

The right leg bone is broken but it can still be worn out. Is this a ghost in broad daylight?

The doctor notified the food factory based on Zhao Mingcheng’s work permit and quickly set his bones.

If Lin Dong knew about this situation, he would definitely sigh that human potential is unlimited.

Unfortunately, Lin Dong didn’t know all this. After his seventh uncle left, he started to get busy again and didn’t take Zhao Mingcheng’s matter to heart.

It’s not that Lin Dong is careless, but he knows that as long as Zhao Mingcheng didn’t die in the village, it’s not a big deal.

Lin Dong was not wrong. After Zhao Mingcheng woke up, he did not hide anything, nor did he dare to hide it. He recounted his experience of the day in detail several times.

The result was that there was no result. Apart from the family members' impotent rage, they could not and dared not do anything.

Any normal person would not want to come into contact with mountain people who are prone to using knives, and the police are unwilling to do so either.

Because their rules are different from those of outsiders and cannot be negotiated, you either obey them or stay away from them.

If you break their rules, you are lucky to be alive. Most of the time, you will never see the body again.

They don't understand the law, nor do they care about it. They only guard their own little piece of land and believe in the law of the jungle, where the strong prey on the weak.

Lin Dong remembers that this situation did not gradually improve until after 2000, when people began to be willing to accept the country's teachings.

This is just a minor accident and will not have any impact on the operation of the earth.

Five days passed in a blink of an eye, and Lin Dong's courtyard wall was finally completed.

With the cave, it was easy to reclaim the land. Since he could no longer see the situation at home from a distance, Lin Dong became much bolder.

All the land between the backyard and the Yulin River has been reclaimed. A five-meter-deep fish pond covering five acres has been dug, and a greenhouse has been built, also covering about five acres.

There are ten more acres of arable land, but I haven’t decided what to plant yet.

After all, the weather will turn cold in more than a month, and there won’t be much that can be planted.

At this moment, Lin Dong was making a bamboo cup, which he had promised Xu Damao.

It’s not that I forgot before, but I can’t do it too quickly, otherwise it will cause trouble.

This time, Lin Dong's approach was much more professional. He first made bamboo strips of the same length and width.

Then the bamboo strips need to be soaked in glutinous rice glue with oil until the bamboo strips become more resilient and have a better gloss.

There are slots on each piece of bamboo, and when put together they form a cylinder. The same goes for the base, and when all are put together they form a beautiful bamboo cup.

Depending on the thickness of the bamboo strips, this takes about seven to fifteen days.

After soaking the bamboo strips, Lin Dong began to carve the smoked tiger teeth. This was a gift for his younger brothers and sisters, and Lin Dong put a lot of effort into it.

There is only one style, which is the shape of a peace locket.

Lin Dong thinks that the peace locket made of white tiger teeth has good meaning. For boys, a dragon, unicorn, or white tiger can be engraved on it.

Girls carve plum blossoms, peonies, bamboos and the like.

Lin Dong, who possesses divine awareness, is cheating when doing these delicate little jobs, and each one of them is comparable to the work of a top master.

Lin Dong really likes to act cool in front of his family. Sometimes he thinks it is childish, but he just can't help doing it.

There is a word "Dong" engraved on each peace locket. The word is very small and not dyed. You can only see a dot with the naked eye. If you use a magnifying glass, you will find that the word is written in Lishu script.

In the cave, Lin Dong looked at his own work and laughed foolishly by himself.

It wasn't until he heard Doubao's cry from outside that he came to his senses.