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

The sun had just passed noon.

The lively atmosphere of the Zhao family compound suddenly disappeared.

In the morning, the line of people waiting outside stretched all the way to the entrance of the alley.

But right now, the courtyard is sparsely populated, and not a single person has come in for a long time.

"Next."

Uncle Liu tapped his pipe, without even lifting his eyelids.

Standing in front of him was Zhao Laizi, the village's good-for-nothing.

Zhao Laizi, sniffling, grinned and threw a tattered sack from his arms onto the table: "Third Master, give me your opinion."

Uncle Liu reached out and lifted it up.

A dull gray leather bag was pulled out.

After just one glance, Master Liu's face darkened.

Old Master Liu threw the pelt directly at Zhao Laizi's face: "This is a gray squirrel pelt? This is the pelt of a dead rat that rotted in the ditch last summer! All the fur has fallen out, and the board stinks! You think you can fool someone with this? Get lost!"

Zhao Laizi wasn't annoyed. He reached out and caught the stinky leather, chuckling, "Third Master, are you blind? How can this not be a good thing?"

"roll!"

Erga came over carrying a stick: "Lai Zi, if you dare to cause trouble again, believe me, I'll break your legs!"

"Okay, okay, I won't cause trouble."

Zhao Laizi stuffed the tattered leather bag into his pocket, looking disdainful: "If this place doesn't want me, there are plenty of other places that will."

Zhao Laizi spat on the ground, glancing sideways at Liu Sanye and Ergazi: "You guys treat this like trash, but someone else treats it like a treasure. You're offering five cents for good stuff? You're such a cheapskate."

After saying that, Zhao Laizi hummed a little tune and swaggered out: "I think your business is over."

Erga was so angry he wanted to punch someone, but Zhao Shanhe stopped him.

Zhao Shanhe watched Zhao Laizi's retreating figure, then glanced at the empty gate.

Erga ran out to check, then ran back: "Brother, the water's stopped flowing."

"What?"

"There was no one behind. There were a few people carrying baskets just now, but when they reached the alley entrance, I don't know why, they turned around and ran back towards the village entrance."

Zhao Shanhe threw the cigarette butt in his hand on the ground and stomped it out.

"Walk."

Zhao Shanhe put on his military overcoat: "Let's go check at the village entrance."

……

The entrance to Kaoshantun Village.

The wind whipped up snowflakes that stung my face.

The once wide road was now completely blocked.

Two green BJ212 jeeps were blocking the middle of the road.

The car was still running, and white smoke was coming out of the exhaust pipe.

There were even two double-barreled shotguns mounted on the hood.

A large round mahogany table was set up in front of the car.

There was no scale or account book on the table.

The money is just left there.

Stacks of brand-new 100-yuan bills, bundled together, were piled up like a brick wall.

It is a full half meter tall.

Under the sunlight, the bright red color was so intense it made one's eyes sting.

There were hundreds of people gathered around the table.

They were all villagers who had just come down from the mountain, carrying sacks on their backs.

Everyone, their faces flushed and necks red, desperately tried to squeeze in front of the table.

The burlap sacks clattered together, emitting a strong, fishy smell of raw hides.

Zhao Laizi squeezed to the front.

"Boss! Boss!"

Zhao Laizi pulled out the tattered leather bag from his pocket and held it above his head: "Take a look at this! That old geezer from Zhao Shanhe's side just said it's garbage and he doesn't want it! Will you take it?"

Sitting behind the table was Ah Biao, the top henchman of Boss Huang from Wenzhou.

Ah Biao was wearing a black mink coat and sunglasses.

He leaned back in his armchair, fiddling with a windproof lighter in his hand.

He didn't even glance at the leather.

"receive."

Ah Biao exhaled a puff of smoke.

His henchman pulled a two-yuan note from the mountain of money and threw it directly at Zhao Laizi's face: "As long as it's leather, no matter how rotten it is, it's two yuan! Take this and go buy some candy!"

The crowd erupted.

Zhao Laizi picked up the two yuan from the snow, his hands trembling like a leaf.

A tattered piece of leather, Zhao Shanhe called it trash, here's two yuan.

Zhao Laizi knelt down with a thud and kowtowed to A Biao: "I won't sell Zhao Shanhe anymore! I'll die here with you!"

The surrounding villagers went mad.

"I'm selling! I'm selling this too!"

"Here are ten! Give me the money!"

The men who usually called Shanhe "Brother Shanhe" in the Zhao family compound were now scrambling to dump the sacks they were carrying onto the table.

It doesn't matter if your skin is good or bad, whether it's bloody or smelly.

As long as you bring it, the underling will count the money.

They didn't even bother to count them carefully; they just stuffed them into the villagers' hands.

Zhao Shanhe and Ergazi walked to the periphery of the crowd.

Several villagers who had finished delivering their goods turned around and saw Zhao Shanhe.

Their hands, which were grabbing the money, paused for a moment.

The villagers looked away, immediately turned around, and faced away from Zhao Shanhe, continuing to crowd towards the table.

Ergazi looked at the mountain of money, then at those familiar backs, panting heavily.

Zhao Shanhe stood in the snow without saying a word.

"Oh?"

A Biao spotted Zhao Shanhe, who was wearing a military overcoat, through the crowd.

He pushed aside the villagers blocking his way, put his feet up on the table where the money was, and stepped directly onto the pile of ten-yuan bills with the soles of his leather shoes.

He whistled, "Isn't this Boss Zhao? What's wrong? Out of rice to cook, so you've come here begging?"

Ah Biao grabbed a bundle of ten-yuan notes and slapped them together loudly.

"Come on, bring out your goods."

Ah Biao pointed at Zhao Shanhe, his voice cutting through the surrounding noise: "Considering we're in the same business, I'll give you a discount. Others give two yuan, but if you, Boss Zhao, are willing to sell your goods to me and call me 'Sir,' I'll give you three yuan. How about it?"

Ah Biao laughed loudly and slammed the bundle of money in his hand onto the snow at Zhao Shanhe's feet.

Snowflakes flew.

"Listen up, everyone!"

Ah Biao stood up, stepped onto a chair, and shouted to the surrounding villagers, "From today onwards, there is no more Boss Zhao in Kaoshan Village! From now on, this land belongs to the Huang family!"

Ah Biao took off his sunglasses and stared intently into Zhao Shanhe's eyes.

"Play with me?"

Ah Biao pointed to the half-meter-high mountain of money on the table: "I put 100,000 yuan here every day! Let's see what you can do against me! You poor wretch!"

The villagers around, scrambling to grab the money, let out a few snickers.

Erga's eyes turned red, and the veins on his forehead bulged.

He pulled a butcher knife from his waist, rolled up his sleeves, and charged forward.

Zhao Shanhe reached out and grabbed Ergazi's wrist.

It was extremely powerful, like an iron clamp.

Zhao Shanhe didn't look at the money on the ground, nor at A Biao, nor at the surrounding villagers.

He turned around and took a step.

"go back."

Erga gritted his teeth, glared at Abiao, put away his knife, and followed Zhao Shanhe as they turned and walked back.