Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

The next day, in the early morning.

The wind stopped, and it was a rare sunny day.

Zhao Shanhe was leaning against the kang (a heated brick bed), drinking lukewarm rice porridge from Lin Xiu's hand, when suddenly a deafening bark came from outside the gate.

The green dragon suddenly jumped up from the kang (a heated brick bed) and barked wildly at the door.

Immediately following was the heavy, chaotic crunching sound of military boots on the frozen snow, accompanied by a strong, pungent smell of vodka and cheap tobacco, which barged in through the crack in the door.

"Bang!"

The wooden door was kicked open from the outside.

A burly man, dressed in a heavy military green overcoat and resembling an upright brown bear, strode across the threshold.

The greasy dog-skin hat on his head almost covered most of his face, and there were still ice crystals hanging on his beard.

As soon as he entered the room, his bright blue eyes stared intently at the pile of objects covered by a thick cloth in the corner.

"Zhao! My brother, are you still alive?"

Ivanov entered the house carrying two bulging canvas bags, which he slammed onto the brick floor with a loud thud.

The canvas bag was half-open, revealing boxes full of medicine and glucose with foreign labels, and even several cans of Soviet military beef and deer antler supplements.

He took off his leather gloves, which were soaked with snow water, and strode toward the heated kang (a traditional Chinese bed-stove).

When Ivanov saw Zhao Shanhe wrapped up like a mummy on the kang (a heated brick bed), his face as pale as paper, his bright blue eyes widened in shock.

His smile vanished instantly, and he gasped.

"My God..."

"Zhao, how did you get hurt like this?"

Zhao Shanhe leaned against the headboard, holding half a bowl of rice porridge in his hand. Although his face was pale, his eyes were still clear.

He twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Ivan, you're quick on your way."

Ivanov snatched off the greasy dog-skin hat, tossed it aside, pointed outside, and spoke quickly and harshly.

"Old Sun called me and said you're back!"

He said you fought a Siberian tiger weighing four or five hundred pounds and were seriously injured, and asked me to bring you the medicine.

At this point, Ivanov seemed to find it absurd even to himself, and suddenly spread out his two large hands, which were like palm-leaf fans.

"A Siberian tiger weighing four or five hundred pounds?"

His blue eyes widened in disbelief: "My God, I've never seen such a terrifying beast in my life! I thought Zhao, you were already incredibly strong to be able to take down something weighing over 300 pounds. 400 pounds, even 500 pounds... Sukabul! Zhao, you're simply the most amazing hunter I've ever seen!"

Zhao Shanhe took a small sip of porridge and handed the rough porcelain bowl to Lin Xiu next to him.

"I was just lucky; I escaped with my life."

"luck?"

Upon hearing this, Ivanov immediately raised his voice, and even his beard, covered in icy shards, trembled violently.

"Zhao, you're always so modest! You should be more arrogant! My brother, if we encountered a mountain king of this size in the Siberian forests, we would definitely turn back to our regular army immediately! But you actually took it down all by yourself!... Suka!"

Just then, heavy footsteps sounded outside.

The curtain was suddenly pulled open, and a cold wind rushed in.

Old Sun strode in carrying a large bundle of split firewood.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw the old Soviet bear standing by the kang (a heated brick bed), waving his arms and legs wildly, with two canvas bags scattered haphazardly on the floor.

Old Sun slammed the firewood down beside the stove, brushed the snow off his sleeves, and glared at them, yelling, "Ivan, you Russian, you never stop babbling! Didn't you see his flesh is all turned inside out? Did you bring what I told you to bring?!"

After being yelled at by Old Sun, Ivanov suddenly slapped his forehead and remembered the important matter.

He quickly squatted down and unzipped the two large canvas bags.

He took out boxes of imported medicine, sterile gauze, and glucose with Russian labels, along with several cans of Soviet military beef and high-grade milk powder, and piled them on the low table next to the kang (a heated brick bed).

"I brought it all, I brought it all."

Ivanov rubbed his rough hands together: "Anti-inflammatory drugs, fever reducers, painkillers, and some tonics for my brother."

He glanced at the thick gauze soaked with blood on Zhao Shanhe's thigh, his brows furrowed again, and he stopped his earlier boasting, his tone becoming unusually serious.

"Zhao, if you're worried about the environment here, I can take you to the Soviet Union. You know, the Soviet medical system is excellent; you'll recover much better there!"

Zhao Shanhe glanced at him, his voice still a little hoarse.

"Forget about going to the Soviet Union."

Ivanov frowned.

Zhao Shanhe handed the bowl back to Lin Xiu, took a breath, and continued, "My wife and children are here, as are a group of brothers. I can't leave them."

Ivanov glanced at Lin Xiu, then looked down at Zhao Shanhe's face, which left no room for negotiation, and finally shrugged helplessly, spreading his two large hands.

"Alright, Zhao, you stubborn fellow."

"If you don't go, I'll keep sending the medicine over."

As he spoke, he pulled a neatly folded piece of brown paper from the inside pocket of his large military overcoat and handed it directly to Old Sun, who was smoking a pipe next to him.

Keep this number.

"This isn't mine; it belongs to a reliable partner of mine on the other side of the border."

"Zhao, if you ever need medicine, injections, or any rare items that you can't get on the market, just go to the commune and call this number."

"Just give me your name, and he'll deliver the goods right away."

Old Sun took the piece of brown paper, glanced at the crooked penmanship on it, tapped his pipe, and carefully stuffed the paper into his cotton-padded coat, pressing it against his skin.

Zhao Shanhe looked at the old Soviet bear.

"Ivan, thank you."

Upon hearing this, Ivanov's impatience vanished.

He waved his hand repeatedly, and a rare, complex smile, a mixture of fanaticism and awe, appeared on his large, icy-covered face.

"No, no, no, Zhao."

"I should be thanking you."

Zhao Shanhe's eyebrows twitched slightly.

Ivanov turned his head sharply, staring intently at the horrifying husk covered by a thick cloth in the corner, his gray-blue eyes finally revealing a shrewd businessman's gleam.

"Zhao, you have no idea what kind of bargaining chips you've given me."

"The Mountain King!"

He deliberately emphasized those two words in broken Chinese.

"This is no ordinary tiger!"

"A body weighing four or five hundred pounds at its maximum, its fur wasn't torn at all, its head, tail, even its two teeth were intact!"

Ivanov was so excited that he paced around the room, gesturing wildly in the air with his large hands.

"Where we're from, the value of such exquisite works of art is simply an unimaginable astronomical figure!"

"Those high-ranking officials and nobles will go completely insane!"

"Even powerful generals can go mad!"

"They would grab me by the collar and ask: Ivanov, from which devil did you get this masterpiece?"

He suddenly stopped, turned around and stared intently at Zhao Shanhe, grinning widely and revealing his back teeth.

"I will tell them that in Northeast China, a hunter named Zhao Shanhe left it in the snow with just a knife and a gun!"

"Zhao, I made a killing on this deal!"

Zhao Shanhe leaned against the headboard, his face, which was pale from blood loss, showing no sign of a smile. He simply stared at him with extreme calm.

"Now that you've made a fortune, don't go back on your promise."

Ivanov's fervor vanished instantly. He strode back to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and patted his broad chest heavily.

"Of course not!"

"Zhao, the Soviet mechanical expert you requested will arrive at your Red Star Machinery Factory in two weeks, following the proper official procedures!"

Zhao Shanhe's eyes finally became more serious.

"Official procedure?"

"Yes! It's the official procedure!"

Ivanov nodded emphatically.

"It was neither smuggling in secret nor helping in a private capacity."

"It's a technical exchange between factories in the two countries, and a normal dispatch for equipment maintenance!"

"All documents will be processed through official ports, stamped with the official seal of the Foreign Trade Bureau, and will undergo all the legal procedures required by your province!"

At this point, Ivanov's smile vanished completely.

"Zhao, only in this way can your factory be truly secure."

"You should focus on taking care of your health now, don't worry about anything, just lie on the kang and wait."

"Half a month."

"I swear on my life, he'll be there in two weeks!"