If he was going to the Wooden Cabin, he would have to get the stove ready and bring some essential supplies. Of course, since he was going, he would take his gun too. Part of the reason he had joined the militia training was that he hoped to get more ammunition for hunting. If Harimu and the others could give him more leads on game in winter, he could bag more animals.
Otherwise, winter would be so boring.
Of course, Buzkashi and horse racing were great fun too. He could join in.
In his previous life, he had had no interest in Buzkashi or horse racing. In fact, he had even hated them a little.
That was because one year in his previous life, when Li Juan was in junior high and Li Jianguo had already suffered his accident, she had been struck by one of a group of ethnic minority horse racers on her way to school in the rain. Li Long did not know exactly what had happened. He only knew that there had been a large gash on Li Juan's forehead, with rainwater constantly washing over it, and that the collision had knocked her unconscious.
By the time Li Long learned about it, Li Juan had already been taken to the township clinic, bandaged up, and sent home.
The riders had long since disappeared. He had asked around, and the students said that when Li Juan was struck, the riders had been traveling from west to east, and not long afterward they had gone back east with a goat.
However uncaring Li Long might have been, he had been furious then. He had searched several kilometers to the east, but in the end, he had failed to find the herders' settlement.
That incident had remained a thorn