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

Zhao Shanhe looked at him covered in mud and water, and the smile on his face slowly disappeared.

"Something happened at the factory?"

Erga's lips trembled violently.

He seemed to want to say something, but the words got stuck in his throat.

The fear and grievances that had been suppressed all the way could no longer be contained, and tears mixed with the mud on her face splattered down her cheeks.

"elder brother……"

Erga Zi cried out in a hoarse, distorted voice, "Brother Da Niu, Brother Da Zhuang... they've all been arrested!"

The air in the room was completely sucked out in that instant.

Old Sun shook the pipe in his hand, and a clump of bright yellow tobacco shreds "whooshed" onto the table.

The half-smoked cigarette that Zhao Shanhe was holding between his fingers fell onto the table with a "thud," the sparks burning the wood grain and sending up a wisp of smoke.

An extremely violent killing intent suddenly surged up from the bottom of his heart, heading straight for the top of his head.

His tall frame froze instantly, his back teeth clenched tightly, the veins on his temples bulging out, and even the back of his hands hanging by his side stretched to a pale, bony color.

But only a few seconds passed.

Zhao Shanhe forcefully swallowed his raging anger, suppressing it firmly under his calm and composed face.

He took a deep breath of the chilly air.

"I see."

Zhao Shanhe's voice was unusually calm.

He stepped forward, reached out and pinched Erga's thin, soaked shoulder, his gaze falling on the mud-covered, noticeably sunken cheek.

"Look at you, you've lost so much weight in the last two weeks, your chin is practically pointy."

Zhao Shanhe frowned, wiping the mud off Erga's face with the back of his rough hand: "When I left before, you still had some flesh on your face, how did you end up looking like this now?"

He patted Ergaizi on the back: "Perfect timing, you've come at the right time. We just made some pork ribs and steamed buns. Have a good meal first, and when you're full, go to the cupboard and take everything your sister-in-law kept. Ivanov sent some nice things recently—a few cans of Soviet milk powder and dried meat—take them all. You need to nourish yourself properly. You haven't even gotten married yet; if you weaken yourself now, how will you handle it when they introduce you to a beautiful young woman?"

Lin Xiu's hand, which was holding the rice bowl, froze in mid-air.

She knows Zhao Shanhe too well.

She could see at a glance how much turmoil and terrifying murderous intent was churning beneath the man's feigned calm.

She looked at Zhao Shanhe's tense profile with worry in her eyes, her lips moved, but she knew what she should say at this moment.

Zhao Shanhe turned around and looked at him in an extremely natural tone: "Xiuer, could you please take the dishes and heat them up?"

Lin Xiu nodded silently.

She stood up, deftly carried the bowl of pork ribs and the steamer basket on the table into a large tray, and quickly walked out of the main room.

Watching Lin Xiu leave, Er Ga Zi was so anxious that he stomped his feet, not even bothering to wipe the mud off his face.

"Brother! The factory's a complete mess right now, those bastards..."

"Alright."

Zhao Shanhe interrupted him directly.

He reached for the empty bowl on the table, slammed it hard against the edge of the table, making a dull, crisp sound.

"No matter how important the matter is, we need to fill our stomachs first. Whatever it is, we can talk about it after we've eaten."

Erga opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something more.

But looking at Zhao Shanhe's calm, almost frighteningly calm face, he swallowed his words in the end.

The room fell silent again.

Only the occasional crackling sound of burning firewood coming from the stove in the outer room could be heard.

Erga sat on a long bench, mud dripping from his clothes down his trousers, quickly forming a small wet patch at his feet.

After the initial rush of energy from running back subsided, exhaustion, hunger, and lingering fear surged up like a tide from the very marrow of my bones.

He really hasn't had a good night's sleep in the past two weeks.

Bad news comes every day at the Hongxing Machinery Factory.

Today this guy was taken away for questioning, tomorrow that clerk will be cornered in his office by city officials. With everyone leaderless, these problems are almost crushing this young man.

Unfortunately, continuous heavy rains blocked the mountain pass, completely cutting off the road from outside to Kaoshantun.

No one knew what Zhao Shanhe's situation was in the mountains, whether he was dead or alive.

The brothers who followed him out of the factory lived in constant fear and trepidation, barely managing to stay afloat.

The heavy rain had just stopped this morning when Erga Zi, without even catching his breath, ran desperately through the muddy water towards the village.

Fortunately.

Erga secretly raised his eyelids and glanced at Zhao Shanhe, who was sitting steadily opposite him.

The worst thing didn't happen.

Brother Shanhe is still alive, and he has returned unharmed.

As long as he lives, as long as this man is still sitting here, they, his brothers, have a pillar to support them.

Thinking of this, the pent-up frustration that had been weighing on Erga's chest for half a month finally began to dissipate little by little.

He loosened his grip on his wet trouser leg, and his tense shoulders slumped completely.

A long-lost sense of security enveloped him, and even his rapid breathing gradually calmed down.

Just then.

Just then.

"Splash!"

The curtain was lifted.

Lin Xiu walked in carrying a large, steaming tray.

A large bowl of reheated pork ribs and potatoes was placed steadily in the center of the table, its aroma even stronger than before. A large bowl of steaming hot cornmeal porridge was also added to the side.

Lin Xiu glanced at Er Ga Zi, who was looking down and shrugging his shoulders, but didn't ask anything. She simply retreated silently and carefully tucked the curtain in.

Zhao Shanhe picked up a steaming white steamed bun and shoved it into Erga's hand, then pushed the bowl of ribs toward him.

"Eat quickly."

"Try your sister-in-law's cooking. Grandpa Sun was just saying that her cooking skills are even better than the chef at the state-run restaurant in town. You haven't had a proper meal in the past two weeks, have you?"

Erga held the hot white steamed bun in his hands, his eyes red with emotion.

He lowered his head, took a big bite of the steamed bun, and then grabbed a piece of stewed pork ribs, stuffing them into his mouth along with the tendons and meat.

"Is it good?" Zhao Shanhe sat opposite him, watching him wolf down his food, and asked softly.

"tasty……"

Ergazi responded vaguely.

The aroma of the ribs filled his mouth, and this long-lost sense of security and comfort completely shattered the last line of defense in the young man's heart.

As he chewed, tears streamed down his face.

Tears, mixed with the mud and water on her face, "plop, plop," fell straight into the rice bowl in her hand, mixing with the pork rib soup.

He swallowed the food in large gulps.

"Brother...it's delicious...Sister-in-law's cooking is really good..."