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

The entrance to the Zhao family's house was now crowded with villagers who had come to watch the spectacle.

Beside the jeep, a mountain of supplies gleamed alluringly in the setting sun.

Especially that half-eaten, white pork, it was so good it almost made your eyes pop out.

The two pairs of "perfect in-laws," Grandma Zhao and Da Pao Lin, were surprisingly in sync at this moment.

They stood on either side, like two guardian deities blocking the entrance.

Grandma Zhao was stunned by the overwhelming wealth and didn't come to her senses for a while.

But Lin Dapao reacted quickly.

He stared at the bag of refined flour and the pork, his Adam's apple bobbing violently, his greedy eyes impossible to conceal.

He gave his son, Lin Qiang, a wink.

Lin Qiang is twenty years old this year. He is big and burly, but he is a lazy and spoiled giant baby.

He had been craving it for ages, and upon receiving his father's signal, he pounced on it like a vicious dog.

"Oh! Brother-in-law! You're finally back!"

As Lin Qiang shouted, he reached for the pork slice: "This meat is really fatty! We've been short of meat for the New Year, so I'll carry it back and let your mother-in-law stew it for us!"

As he spoke, he reached out with his dirty hands to touch the flesh, his movements as practiced as if the flesh were his own.

In his mind, his sister Lin Xiu was just a money-making tool for the family, and whatever his sister owned belonged to him, Lin Qiang.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound.

Before Lin Qiang's hand could even touch the skin, it was slapped hard on the back of his hand by a large hand like an iron clamp.

"Ouch!"

Lin Qiang screamed in pain, and a large area of ​​his hand instantly became red and swollen.

He clutched his hand, staring at Zhao Shanhe in disbelief: "Zhao Shanhe! You dare hit me? I'm your brother-in-law! What's wrong with eating a piece of your flesh?"

Zhao Shanhe stood in front of the jeep, one hand pressing down on the pork, the other hand in the pocket of his sheepskin coat, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at a dead man.

"brother in law?"

Zhao Shanhe sneered: "The day Lin Xiu had a difficult childbirth, I begged you to run an errand to the clinic to call a doctor. Where were you? You were sleeping at home, saying it was too cold outside."

"Lin Xiu had no breast milk during her postpartum period and fainted from hunger. I went to your house to borrow two eggs, and what did you say? You said that a married daughter is like water spilled out, and whether she lives or dies is none of your business."

"Now that you see the meat, you remember you're my brother-in-law?"

Zhao Shanhe's voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a nail, driven into Lin Qiang's face and into the ears of the villagers watching the commotion.

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately started pointing and whispering about the Lin family father and son.

"This is so shameless."

"That's right. They don't treat their daughters like human beings normally, but now that others have become successful, they want to take advantage of them."

Lin Dapao's face flushed red and then turned pale; he couldn't take it anymore.

He slammed his pipe on the ground, adopted the stern posture of an elder, and pointed at Zhao Shanhe, cursing:

"Zhao Shanhe! How dare you speak to your elders like that? Parents are never wrong! That's all in the past. Now that you're rich, it's only right that you show filial piety to your father-in-law! How can a son-in-law eat meat while his father-in-law goes hungry?"

"Lin Xiu! What are you hiding in the back for, you brat? Hurry up and tell your man to carry the meat home for me! I've raised you for nothing, you're such an ungrateful wretch!"

Lin Dapao turned his attention to Lin Xiu, who was holding a child.

He knew that his daughter had been beaten since she was a child, and as long as he glared at her, she wouldn't dare to disobey.

Lin Xiu held Niu Niu, her body indeed trembling. It was an instinctive reaction honed over many years of accumulated power.

But today, she looked at the tall figure blocking her way, at the truck full of New Year's goods, and at her daughter in her arms peeling candy wrappers.

She took a deep breath, and instead of bowing her head to admit her mistake as usual, she raised her head, her voice still trembling slightly, but unusually firm:

"Father, this meat was brought back by Shanhe risking his life to go into the mountains. It wasn't brought back by a strong wind."

"A woman follows her husband wherever he goes, whether he's a chicken or a dog. Now that I'm part of the Zhao family, how this is divided is up to the head of the household."

This sentence left Lin Dapao speechless.

"You've gone too far! You've gone too far!" Lin Dapao was so angry that he raised his hand to hit him.

Zhao Shanhe took a step forward, and the murderous aura he exuded from killing wild beasts in the deep mountains instantly erupted, startling Lin Dapao so much that he forcibly pulled his hand back.

"Lin Dapao, I'm putting this out there."

Zhao Shanhe pointed to the cartload of goods and said in front of the whole village:

"This meat, this noodles, this sugar—it's all for my wife and kids. Outsiders aren't even allowed to smell it."

"Don't try to intimidate me with your filial piety nonsense. Our relationship ended the moment you sold your daughter for a dowry. Don't come here putting on airs again. If you dare lay a finger on my wife again, I'll break your other leg too!"

After saying that, Zhao Shanhe ignored these scoundrels. He turned to Song Weiguo and said:

"Brother Song, help me move this inside! We're making dumplings and stewing pork tonight!"

"Alright!" Song Weiguo was delighted after watching such a good show. He picked up the bag of flour and walked into the yard.

"Bang!"

The Zhao family's gate slammed shut, leaving Lin Dapao, Lin Qiang, and Old Lady Zhao, who hadn't managed to get a word in edgewise, all outside.

The cold wind howled.

The people outside the door were shivering from the cold.

But soon, an irresistible aroma wafted out from inside the door.

That's the aroma of pork frying in oil, the rich fragrance of scallions, and the steam from boiled white flour dumplings.

"Gurgle..."

Lin Qiang's stomach growled involuntarily. He swallowed hard, staring at the tightly closed door, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Dad...I want to eat meat..."

"Eat, eat, eat! All you ever do is eat! Go home and drink your cornmeal porridge!"

Lin Dapao kicked his son in a fit of rage. Hearing Lin Xiu and Niu Niu laughing from the yard, he felt a burning pain in his face from the slap.

He knew that the era of being a pushover at his mercy was completely over.

Meanwhile, Old Lady Zhao, on the other side, stared at the door with a venomous look in her eyes, muttering to herself:

"Eat up, stuff yourself! With so much food, let's see how long you can keep this up! Wait until Third Brother's leg heals..."

But before she could finish speaking, she was startled back to her senses by a roar from the black dragon in the courtyard.

That night, the Zhao family's house was brightly lit and filled with laughter.

That night, many families in Kaoshantun couldn't sleep because of the smell of meat.

Especially the old residences of the Lin and Zhao families, it was destined to be a sleepless night.