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

After saying that, Zhao Shanhe didn't even bother to look at him again.

He shoved his hands back into his cotton-padded coat pockets, strode straight through the gate of the agricultural machinery repair shop, and walked without looking back toward the main road leading from Wulipu to Kaoshantun.

It wasn't until Zhao Shanhe's tall and broad figure was about to turn at the intersection that Sun Changyou, who was in the mud puddle, seemed to suddenly catch his breath.

"Cough...cough cough! Ugh—!"

Sun Changyou lay in the mud pit, spitting out a mouthful of muddy soup mixed with ice shards, his greasy, fat face as white as paper.

The bone in my right wrist felt like it was cracked, and the pain was excruciating. Even the slightest movement caused my entire right arm to tremble violently. Cold sweat poured down my forehead, and even the mud smeared on my face was washed away, leaving two white streaks.

He was genuinely terrified.

During the years he was dealing in trucks and freight in the south, he had seen highway robbers who robbed people on the road, but those people were after money and were ruthless in the open.

Just now, when Zhao Shanhe lowered his eyelids and stared at him, there was not a trace of life in his eyes. They were as cold and hard as a wild beast in the mountains that was about to tear flesh apart. They were eyes that dared to raise their hands and break his bones!

Sun Changyou struggled and thrashed in the mud for a long time before finally managing to get up, grimacing and looking extremely disheveled, by using his left arm to support himself.

The thick wool coat he was wearing, which cost him several dozen yuan to buy from a department store in a big city, was now completely soaked in yellowish-black, smelly mud. It was hanging heavily, three buttons were broken, and there was a half-foot-long tear in the hem of the coat.

His once slicked-back hair was now drooping like a pile of rotten straw, and his face was covered in mud and cold sweat, making him look exactly like a plague-ridden pig that had just crawled out of a mud pit.

"Ouch... my back... my wrist..."

Sun Changyou clutched his right wrist, which felt like it was broken, and clenched his teeth as he trembled violently, feeling both pain and cold. He was shaking like a leaf.

At the entrance of the nearby construction shed, several young apprentices finally couldn't hold back and burst into laughter.

That smile was like a blunt knife with barbs, scraping another layer of skin off Sun Changyou's face, which was already covered in mud.

Sun Changyou suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at the construction shed.

But the excruciating pain in his right wrist shot up his entire arm straight to his head, causing his whole body to tremble violently, his teeth to chatter, and his lips to quiver for a long time, but he couldn't even squeeze out a single harsh word.

The driver and the other two men who had come in with him were only now fully recovering from the sudden turn of events.

"Boss!"

"Brother Sun!"

"How are you? Did you hurt yourself anywhere?!"

The men's expressions changed instantly, and they quickly stomped through the mud and rushed over.

"Get out of here..."

Sun Changyou forced out a few breaths through his teeth, instinctively trying to shake off the outstretched hand. But as soon as he moved his arm, a tearing pain shot through his right wrist, making his vision go black and his legs go weak, almost causing him to fall back into the mud pit.

The driver, who was in his thirties, was startled and quickly grabbed him from the left. The other two men, disregarding his usual bad temper, supported his waist and shoulders respectively. With their combined efforts, they finally managed to get the 200-pound lump of mud out of the pit and onto the dry ground.

Old Zhou, holding a large, rough porcelain teacup, watched the whole farce unfold from the shed entrance with a detached eye.

Only after Sun Changyou was supported by several people like a drowned rat did he slowly blow away the black foam floating on the tea:

"Boss Sun."

"When you're running a business, the worst thing you can do is be short-sighted and dishonest. Our repair shop may not have high barriers to entry, but it's still public property, not a shack where you can run wild with a little money."

"Get your men out of here right now. If you keep wailing here, I'll call the police station and report you for disturbing public order and disrupting production."

Sun Changyou's face turned from white to green. The anger in his chest made him roll his eyes, but the excruciating pain in his wrist made him unable to muster any courage. He could only clutch his wrist and gasp for breath.

Old Zhou didn't even bother to look at him again, slammed his large tea mug onto the rotten wooden box, and glared at the apprentices who were still peeking out and laughing:

"Have you seen enough? Have you finished your work?!"

"Third brother, hurry up and get the socket wrench, and take off that Jiefang truck's right headlight and grille! If you've unscrewed the light bracket, hammer it flat while it's still hot!"

"Xiao Wu, bring the lever and come with me. Let's check the front beam and tie rods again! They need to pick up the car first thing tomorrow morning. If it breaks down on the way with even the slightest hidden problem, ruining my reputation, I'll beat you bunch of greenhorns to death with a wrench!"

"Alright, Master Zhou!"

The apprentices immediately stopped smiling, grabbed large wrenches and crowbars, and swarmed around the large cart in the middle of the yard.

Sun Changyou, who was being held up by the young man, had mud dripping from his trouser legs onto the ground. With each breath, his chest and wrists ached as if they were being pierced by steel needles.

Waves of excruciating pain shot from his arm straight to the top of his head, causing cold sweat to pour down his chin, making it difficult for him to even stand.

"Brother Sun... let's go... let's hurry to the commune clinic!"

The young man, seeing Sun Changyou's right hand swollen like a purple radish and dangling helplessly, was so frightened his voice cracked, "You can't even move your wrist! If you delay any longer, it'll be ruined!"

Sun Changyou was in so much pain that his vision blurred and cold sweat poured down his forehead.

He gritted his teeth and took several deep breaths. Upon hearing the words "commune clinic," he instantly flew into a rage.

"Go to the clinic my ass!"

"My hand is almost broken, what kind of place is that?!"

His lips trembled with pain, but he still gritted his teeth and forced out a sentence:

"Go to the county hospital!"

Sun Changyou was in so much pain that the veins on his neck bulged out like earthworms, his lips turned white, and with each word he spoke, his whole body of fat trembled.

He had seen the world while driving cars in the south over the past few years. The barefoot doctors in the commune clinic could only apply some red antiseptic and prescribe a couple of painkillers. If his wrist bone was set crooked and he ended up disabled, his life would be completely ruined!

"But...but Brother Sun, our Beijing Jeep is still stuck in the windy spot of Wulipu!"

"It's the middle of the day, and there isn't even a tractor to hitch a ride on the main road. How are we going to get to the county town?!"

These words were like a bucket of ice water poured over his head, completely extinguishing the last vestiges of reason that Sun Changyou had lost due to the intense pain.

Yes, his car broke down on the way and couldn't move!

Meanwhile, at the repair shop...

Despite the excruciating pain, Sun Changyou turned his head and glanced at the construction shed.

The Jiefang truck in the yard was surrounded by several apprentices. Old Zhou was adjusting the main beam with a large crowbar, making a lot of noise throughout the factory, but no one even glanced at them.

Let alone lending him a car to take him to the county, Old Zhou didn't throw him out another two miles with a big wrench. That would be considered giving face to his ancestors!

"Let's go... let's go back to Wulipu!"

Sun Changyou gasped in pain, struggled fiercely against the young man's arms, and stumbled towards the gate, his thick-soled cotton shoes soaked with mud.

"Hitchhiking! Pay me to stop a car! I'll pay you ten or twenty yuan if you can get me to the county hospital!"

Several people helped Sun Changyou out of the repair shop gate, stumbling along the way.