There is Room for Rebirth in the 1950’s

In the deep mountains and wild forests, a figure fled quickly, so fast that it was impossible to tell that there was a child in his arms.

Ping An hugged his neck tightly with one hand, put his other hand into the cloth bag hanging on his chest, and squeezed the stone tightly. If an animal shows up here, he can help.

The two serious faces of the father and son looked exactly the same at this moment, and when they heard the humming sound not far away, their eyes lit up at the same time, and they turned their gazes in that direction.

Zhang Guoqing did not act in a hurry, and asked in a low voice: What is this?

Ping An made a face—a pig!

Zhang Guoqing gave him a thumbs up, The distance is at least 500 meters. We are not in a hurry, and we will listen to the sounds of other animals. Before hunting, we must first check the surrounding environment. Some directions are cliffs, and that place is a dead zone. Even With full confidence, we can't pass.

Also, if there are other dangerous animals at the target location, they have to detour. Animals are actually as smart as humans. They also know that the mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole follows.

Ping An nodded seriously.

This hunting is secondary. Dad will first teach you how to use the trees around you without a compass, how to escape while walking in the misty forest, and how to take materials anytime and anywhere to treat injuries in case of injury. There is also a lot of first aid knowledge that you have to take care of. Learn. After you learn it well, you will be the master in the forest.

Dad, you are amazing! Teach me everything.

Zhang Guoqing patted him, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. Take your time, and Dad will take you up the mountain as soon as you have time. When you have almost learned, we two will find someone to go up the mountain together.

Ping An nodded seriously. His father said that he wanted to find Grandpa Wang and the others.

The forests in the north are proficient, and I will take you to the forests in the south next time. The weather there is humid, and the miasma and poisonous insects will kill people if they are not careful. So even if you learn some skills, don't be careless.

I know.

Zhang Guoqing looked at the child in his arms worriedly. Where is the future for children? He is still young, let him learn life-saving methods first, and then wait until he is older.

Putting aside these worries, Zhang Guoqing began to carefully point to the land, trees, and weeds under his feet in the surrounding environment, and taught them carefully.

This training taught him not only the knowledge of hunting, but also the knowledge of survival of special forces in the wild that he learned in his previous life, as well as the crisis self-rescue methods mentioned by the hired mercenaries.

In order for the child to come to the Northeast this time, and especially for the child to save himself in a crisis, Zhou Jiao has worked hard. Relying on Zhang Guoqing's memories and the Chinese and foreign military magazines she translated, she carefully compiled a large stack of thick manuals. If it wasn't for worrying that the goal was too big, she would have given it to Zhou Xiaozheng long ago, but the timing was still not right, and she had to wait.

After repeated discussions between the couple, a son with a high IQ does not mean that he can easily cope with ubiquitous crises. My son still has to learn what he should learn, especially self-help methods.

Zhang Guoqing is busy here, and Zhou Jiao in the wooden house is not relaxed. The old rusty iron pot on the stove of the wooden house has been stolen by someone for a long time. There is only one earthen pot on it. The hunter bought it for the convenience of staying up and down the mountain.

But Zhou Jiao is not troubled by these, she has no shortage of big iron pots. It's just that she has to clean up the small diameter made of stones on top, otherwise she won't be able to press the pot.

Anyway, to clean up, Zhou Jiao simply built a large stove in front of the house with the stones on the top and the corner stones. Soon two iron pots were set up, and the ignited flames made the fat in the pot boil out oil, and the fragrance permeated around the wooden house.

She put out the flame, and half an hour later, she filled a ceramic jar of oil, carefully paying attention to whether the jar would explode due to heat, and after a while, there was no abnormality, with a bright smile on her face, and quickly put the oil in the two pots Warm oil is loaded into a large porcelain vat. Use the space to place the large porcelain jar on the kang in the house to cool it.

The enamel washbasin with big red flowers was filled with the lingering aroma of burnt lard residue. It was placed on the kang, and she reached out and grabbed a small mouthful and quickly put it in her mouth. She was so hot that she quickly pinched her earlobe with her fingers.

She looked up and down the mountain road with both eyes, and found that there was still no one. Squint your eyes and pay attention to the materials in the space, and pick out the raw seafood that takes up space one by one and put them in the pot to cook.

Looking back at the roof on the kang, Zhou Jiao felt worried and put her things into the space again. There was nothing to do for a while, and in order to keep an eye on outsiders approaching, she didn't bother to make buns, and set up a briquette stove at the door, cutting vegetables while lighting a fire, sweating profusely.

When the sun was high in the sky, she looked worriedly at the end of the trail leading up the mountain. It's already noon, these two won't forget to be hungry after playing, right?

Time passed slowly, Zhou Jiao steamed four large pots of seafood, and fried more than N dishes. She was so tired that her hands were a little cramped, but she still didn't see Zhang Guoqing coming back with her son.

She also lost her patience and stewed potatoes and beef in all three pots. She doesn't need to bother with this, once the stew is cooked, put it into a big thick bowl, put chopsticks on the bowl, put the bowls in a plastic box, and it's over. Convenient and delicious, it is easy to cook noodles or bibimbap.

Before the smell of beef came out, Zhang Guoqing and the shadow of Ping An in his arms finally appeared in Zhou Jiao's field of vision.

At the same time, she was speechless. What the hell are these father and son fighting, carrying, and carrying? Can she get burned?

Mother……

The closer he got to the cabin, the more excited Ping An became, and the little wild boar in his hand was dangling to show off.

Even though Zhou Jiao had long been used to seeing her son's strength, she couldn't help but see him playing with the little pig, especially the whiter and tenderer hands against the black pig.

Walking to the front of the wooden house, Zhang Guoqing unloaded the heavy objects with a smile on his face, This is the harvest of my son's first hunting. We will bake it and bring it home later, so that he and Dad can show off.

It's not showing off. I have an agreement with my grandfather.

Okay, after lunch, Dad will deal with it. Let's go to the front and take a shower first.

Zhou Jiao didn't bother to open her mouth, and while the two of them were going to the river, she quickly served food and took out a change of clothes.

Both Zhang Guoqing and his son took off their clothes carelessly, took a dip in the pond, and washed them hastily. Zhang Guoqing ran back wearing wet shorts with his naked son in his arms.

Zhou Jiao helped her son put on clean clothes and dried his hair.

Over there Zhang Guoqing said regretfully: The water in this pond is really cold, it would be great if you also entered the water.

And fish.

Yes. But son, you have to remember that you can't go in the middle of the pond. It's full of mud, which is very dangerous. The big rock we just had was placed by my father when I was a child, otherwise I wouldn't dare to go into the water.

Ping An nodded like a pounding onion, and still reminded, Mom, there are many stone snails beside the stone. It's really nice here, and you don't need tickets or money for anything.

Well, that's right! Sure enough, it was her son, who thought differently from his own man. Zhou Jiao smiled provocatively at Zhang Guoqing. Don't think you can't figure out what he's thinking.