Rebirth in the 60s: A Path to Counterattack-Chapter 71 - 0. Superpower Hunting (Recommended 2500+)

In front of the delicious food, Shuzhen couldn’t even begin to consider how as an outwardly delicate pregnant woman, she managed to catch four lively wild chickens bare-handed without any tools to assist her.

She focused her energy to activate her superpowers, just like when she tricked Lin Yuanzhi before.

Then she watched as the grass surrounding the wild chickens’ family grew rapidly, and within a blink, various wild grasses twisted and tangled to form a solid green cage. The four lively wild chickens became Shuzhen’s captives, and her superpowers made hunting astonishingly effective!

No bloodshed or violence, no need for any professional skills either. As long as the prey entered the range where she could activate her superpowers to control plants, they were easily captured.

Goldfinger, indeed, is an unbeatable mighty tool.

With such a powerful hack in hand, let alone surviving the ticket-rationed late ’60s, she was surely able to live comfortably even during the three years of natural disasters before that.

Shuzhen curved her lips in a smile, mentally giving herself a thumbs-up.

Of course, after her euphoria subsided and rationality returned, she knew her petite form and ability to catch four wild chickens was a huge joke that couldn’t be believed.

But if strength falls short, why not rely on luck?

After all, the ancient story of the rabbit knocking itself to death against a tree left the saying ’sitting by a stump waiting for a hare.’

Is it so strange today that four silly wild chickens got tangled in the grass vines?

With a thought, the sturdy green cage quickly shrank and dispersed. However, the vines of the wild legume, known as akebia, grew rapidly and densely. The wild chickens that thought they escaped when they flapped their wings were tightly tied by their legs again.

The cackling and crowing of the chickens drew Lianshan’s attention, which was already occasionally on Shuzhen.

Before he could ask what happened, he heard Shuzhen’s voice, full of surprise, shouting: "Big Brother, Second Brother, Lianshan, come quickly! I’ve found some silly wild chickens tangled in the akebia vines. Don’t bother picking mushrooms for now, come deal with this extra meal!"

Wild chickens tangled by akebia vines? And more than one?

Upon hearing this, everyone thought it was a joke.

They rushed over to see and hey, it was true!

Looking at the big, fat rooster and three hens, the more they struggled, the more they got entangled, everyone caught them with joy, still envying Shuzhen’s luck and fortune.

Walking into the woods, they found rings of mushrooms and wood fungus. Wandering around, they could even gather fifty to sixty pounds of potatoes and four wild chickens. Such luck is truly unparalleled!

Shuzhen’s mouth twitched; she could only accept this fortune explanation with helplessness.

After all, being seen as fortunate is better than being suspected without reason, right?

Her superpower and rebirth were secrets she planned to take to the grave. At most, she’d disguise the superpowers as extraordinary, using such peaceful methods like mushroom and wood fungus gathering to help her two brothers, sister-in-law, and brother-in-law live securely in these hard times of scarcity. After the hard times, they would be a step ahead because of the quiet accumulation over those years — leveraging the spring winds of reform, maybe they wouldn’t just catch the tide of the times but would also live rich lives, free from the troubles of poverty.

Yet secrets remain safest when kept by oneself, reducing chances of exposure.

Moreover, she avoided letting her superpowers disrupt their original harmonious family relations or being outright ostracized as something different.

Actually, Shuzhen was overthinking this.

After all, it wasn’t the internet-pervasive and web-novel rampant 21st century.

Rebirth and superpowers were phrases from stories.

Even if she confessed, the Liu brothers and Lianshan’s first reaction would likely be to rush to feel her forehead, checking if she’d become delirious from a high fever, speaking nonsense!

Everyone busily captured four wild chickens, faces glowing with excitement.

In those days, eggs were a hard currency, exchangeable for oil, salt, matches, and little treats for kids. With enough numbers, even scarce food tickets and vouchers could be swapped.

For farm families getting by, everyday small necessities depended on raising chickens for eggs.

Though the term ’chicken butt bank’ is a tad humorous, it shows the farmers’ focus on raising chickens.

Getting three hens and a rooster, lively and plump, was certainly not to be indulged like Shuzhen intended: two roasted as beggar’s chicken, and two reserved for chicken mushroom stew at night.

They should be kept, clipped of wings, penned in for meticulous care.

If this breeding succeeds, it could mean eggs hatching more chickens, an endless cycle opening doors to good fortune!

With this sorted, future necessities like oil, salt, soy sauce, and vinegar would all be accounted for.

Watching her sister-in-law and brother-in-law eagerly discussing, the several men nodded along in agreement.

Shuzhen could only sigh inwardly in resignation: It seemed her wild and flavorful beggar’s chicken was not happening.

Only things like roasted potatoes, pine nuts, and hazelnuts would do.

Though hazelnuts and pine nuts weren’t ripe enough to fall, that wasn’t an issue with her.

In fact, she underestimated her family’s cautiousness.

To avoid others sniffing out the smoke from their cooking and suspecting their bountiful success of the day, they decided to merge lunch and dinner.

Anyway, as their good-luck charm and pregnant woman, Shuzhen already had five boiled eggs for lunch. What did skipping a meal or two mean to them?

Forget about the saying "man is iron, rice is steel"; in those days with food quotas and limited work credits, families were often large kids short of clothes and food were the norm, there were many who only had one meal a day while idle.

Understanding their caution, afraid of being taken advantage of or caught doing something wrong.

Shuzhen couldn’t convince them otherwise and was heartbroken to see them working hungry.

She decided to wander further, hoping to find wild fruits to quell their hunger.

Whether it was mountain pears, hawthorn, or wild grapes, if she found a plant or tree, she could make it grow instantly. Want overall growth? Stimulate the whole vine or tree; don’t want that? Control merely a small part and let it seem like a lucky misconception on her part.

Besides excessive use leading to exhaustion and headaches, her superpowers were simply magical. They could bring wealth, hinder others, and now, even assist in hunting. With frequent practice, they could progress and expand in range.

With such magical abilities, Shuzhen felt confident in her path ahead as a winning streak in life!

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