CHAPTER 433: CHAPTER 403 RUINED CAMPGROUND HAS A VISITOR_2

All the positions against the walls here were lined with shelves, which Mountain Eagle had recently restocked with various tools and materials.

On either side of the living room were two large rooms, one of which looked like a tool room, and the other had been partitioned into two smaller rooms with wooden boards. The attic upstairs was where Old Ruby and his son usually rested.

Mountain Eagle didn’t consider himself a finicky person, and it was clear that Old Ruby had made a heartfelt effort to tidy up. He could tolerate dirt and disorder, but the stench was unbearable.

As soon as Mountain Eagle stepped into the cabin under Old Ruby’s lead, he almost tripped over from the smell inside.

Cooking in winter was done inside the cabin, and the immense soot had blackened and greased what seemed to be the living area...

This was a normal occurrence, but even though the tool room on the right side of the living room had been tidied up, it still occasionally emitted a foul stench.

Anyone coming from a place with fresh air would find it hard to adapt to this!

Compared to the uncomfortable Mountain Eagle, Balang seemed very cheerful. It ran into the tool room, wagging its tail, sniffed around joyfully, then lay down in a corner piled with fur and made a happy noise towards Mountain Eagle.

Holding his nose, Mountain Eagle walked around inside. Observing the hooks from the ceiling for skinning prey and the clearly permanently stained blood on the floor, he shook his head and sighed...

In the wilderness, a sinister cabin, an old man close to the end of his days, and a simple-minded son...

If a few uninformed happy college students arrived, preferably including some busty blonde girls, plus a lot of plasma, it would instantly gather all the key elements of a low-budget horror movie.

After walking around inside the cabin, Mountain Eagle firmly shook his head at Old Ruby’s eager suggestion to check out the upstairs room, saying, "I promised to hire you and your son, and I promised to let you be buried here, so I won’t take away your house."

With that, Mountain Eagle led a reluctant Balang, exchanged a firm glance with Butcher and Daria, and announced, "We’ll set up tents outside...

Once I get used to this place and verify that the environment is as you described, I will build my own house here.

As for you and your son, just continue staying here until you tire of it."

Old Ruby hunched over, nervously wringing his hands, and said, "Is, is this really alright?"

Watching Mountain Eagle stride out of the cabin and breathe in the fresh air, Old Qiao patted Old Ruby on the shoulder and said with a smile, "You sly fox, you’re in luck. But opening all the windows a bit earlier to air it out might have seemed more sincere.

Do you really think he’s after your house?"

Old Ruby gave a dry chuckle and said, "Actually, it’s already his house..."

Old Qiao paused, then burst out laughing, "Exactly, everything here already belongs to him, including you and your son...

So what exactly are you worried about?"

As Old Qiao spoke, sensing what Old Ruby was thinking, he shook his head and commented, "That guy came here to hunt, but what he wants to hunt might not be what you think.

Be a bit nicer to those Indians. I have a feeling that whether those Indians can continue to live peacefully on this land depends on whether he wants to interfere or not."

Old Ruby paused for a moment and nodded seriously, "I understand..."

Old Qiao placed a hand on the stooping and frail shoulder of Old Ruby, "You are about to die, but Little Ruby’s life must go on.

Put away your little tricks, so that Little Ruby’s sincerity can truly hold value.

While you’re still alive, tidy up the camp and make your new boss believe that the Indians here bear no ill will, then everything can continue..."

Old Ruby listened and silently nodded, pulling out a radio...

Just as Mountain Eagle chose a suitable platform to set up a tent, dozens of boats arrived at the dock outside the camp from the northern tributary...

While Mountain Eagle was assembling the oversized tent poles, Little Ruby, who was driving an excavator to help unload, suddenly cheered...

He rushed to the riverbank, warmly greeting the native Indians who quickly came ashore...

The natives today are no longer primitive people wrapped in animal skins and wearing feathered headgear; they dress modestly, equipped with shotguns and radios, hardly distinguishable from modern-day farmers and hunters.

More than twenty boats brought over forty to fifty people of all ages; they brought three freshly hunted Reindeers, over a dozen crates of salmon, and barrels upon barrels of berries.

Watching Little Ruby approaching with those natives, Mountain Eagle put down the poles in his hand and walked towards the platform.

"Boss, Anklu and others have come to help; they want to organize a welcome party for you."

Mountain Eagle grinned and went forward to shake hands with a few of the clearly leading Indians, said ’thank you’, then looked around the chaotic scene and regretfully spread his hands: "I’m sorry, I wasn’t prepared..."

Mountain Eagle pointed to the piles of supplies nearby, smiling, "Luckily, I brought a lot of supplies. I’ll have people set up the grill right now, I presume you won’t mind one less Reindeer...

As a token of my gratitude, there’s no limit on the beverages!"

Mountain Eagle’s demeanor seemed to slightly relieve a few of the middle-aged Indians...

Indeed Mountain Eagle could tell they were a bit nervous, otherwise, why would anyone organize a so-called welcome party on someone else’s territory?

Both parties felt a bit awkward at the moment, but the good thing about Mountain Eagle was that once he roughly understood the other party’s stance, he could easily bridge the gap between them.

If you think the camp is very important, then I won’t be modest about the things you’ve brought...

Seeing a girl with mud on her face holding a bucket of blueberries, Mountain Eagle, with a beaming smile, grabbed a few and popped them in his mouth, beaming, "These blueberries are fantastic, I’ve just brought some juicers, I think we can have some very delicious juice tonight..."

The little girl, probably about ten years old, looked up with wide eyes at the Chinese man in front of her, whose skin tone and facial features were somewhat similar to that of an Indian, and eagerly asked, "I’ve tasted blended juice from a juicer in town, can I try making it?"

Mountain Eagle heard this, waved his hand grandly, and pointed to Daria beside him, "Go find her, if your juice satisfies me, that juicer is yours!"

As the little girl cheerfully called her peers over to see the juicer, the atmosphere inexplicably improved...