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

The Zhao family's courtyard was brightly lit at this moment.

The water in the large iron pot had long been boiling, bubbling and steaming. But tonight, it wasn't stewing pork, but rather large chunks of bear meat.

That's the meat of the Ironback Bear, with a wild, pungent aroma, but for the mountain people, it's the most top-quality nourishing dish.

Inside the house, on the heated kang (a traditional heated brick bed), Qinglong was lying in the warmest spot.

It was wrapped in thick bandages, which Lin Xiu had torn from the new floral fabric she had just bought, boiled in hot water to disinfect it, and then wrapped around it.

Although the wound looked gruesome, fortunately it didn't damage any bones or tendons; he was just a little weak from excessive blood loss.

Zhao Shanhe sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), holding a large bowl in his hand.

The bowl contained freshly cooked bear meat, without salt (dogs shouldn't eat too much salt), but it was stewed until very tender.

"Come on, old buddy. This is what you risked your life for."

Zhao Shanhe picked up a piece of bear meat glistening with oil with his chopsticks, blew on it to cool it down, and then brought it to Qinglong's mouth.

The Azure Dragon sniffed, then laboriously raised its head, curled its tongue around the meat, and swallowed it.

"Master... this is bear meat..."

Lin Xiu watched from the side, and although she didn't object, she still felt a little sorry for him.

These days, people can't even afford to eat meat, let alone wild game.

If this bowl of meat were sold, it could be exchanged for a lot of cornmeal.

"What's wrong with bear meat?"

Zhao Shanhe didn't even turn his head, and picked up another large piece: "If it weren't for Qinglong's food today, your man would have been turned into a meat pie by that beast. It would eat anything, even dragon meat, let alone bear meat."

"From now on, Qinglong and Heilong will be our greatest contributors in this family."

Not only must we eat meat, but we must eat the best of everything.

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiu's heartache vanished, replaced by a sense of gratitude for her husband's loyalty and affection.

She quickly ladled out another bowl of soup, blew on it to cool it down, and placed it in front of Heilong.

Although the black dragon wasn't injured, it was exhausted today and was watching anxiously.

That night, the Zhao family's courtyard was filled with the aroma of meat.

Meanwhile, the men and women of the entire village, young and old, couldn't sleep, tossing and turning in their blankets, listening to the commotion coming from the Zhao family and smelling the aroma of meat.

Comparing people is a recipe for disaster; comparing goods is a recipe for discarding them.

Look at Zhao Laoda, even his dog is eating bear meat, while he's still eating cornbread.

……

Early the next morning.

As soon as it was dawn, Zhao Shanhe got up.

Instead of rushing into the mountains, he found a flat, thick wooden board, a brush, and ink.

He's going to do something big.

"Honey, what are you writing?" Lin Xiu asked, hugging Niu Niu as she came closer.

With flowing, powerful strokes, Zhao Shanhe wrote several bold characters on the wooden board:

[Special Agency of the County Foreign Trade Bureau: Kaoshantun Mountain Products Purchasing Station]

After finishing writing, he neatly nailed the "red-headed document" stamped with a bright red official seal to the bottom of the wooden board with thumbtacks, and even wrapped it with cellophane to prevent it from being damaged by wind and snow.

"Xiuer, go open the gate." Zhao Shanhe carried the wooden plank.

"Bang!"

The Zhao family's gate was wide open.

Zhao Shanhe moved a ladder and hung the "golden signboard" directly above the lintel of the gate.

Just then, the villagers were carrying their hoes, ready to go to work. When they saw the sign hanging up at the Zhao family's house, they all swarmed around it.

"A purchasing station? Boss Zhao... oh no, Zhao Shanhe, are you opening a shop?"

"Oh dear! Look at that official document! It has a big red stamp on it! It's the county's stamp!"

Several literate villagers gathered around and read it aloud, then exclaimed in surprise: "Special Purchasing Specialist... My God, Zhao Shanhe is now a government official? A cadre?"

Zhao Shanhe stood on the steps, wearing his blood-stained but cleaned sheepskin coat. He lit a cigarette and addressed the onlookers loudly:

"Fellow villagers, look carefully."

"In the past, when people bought mountain products or dug up medicinal herbs, they had to carry them to the commune's supply and marketing cooperative and have to watch the mood of that Sun Dana. If he was in a bad mood, he would lower the price, and if he was in a good mood, he wouldn't pay much and would often issue IOUs."

As soon as these words were spoken, a chorus of agreement erupted from below. Everyone had suffered under Sun Dana for far too long.

Zhao Shanhe exhaled a smoke ring and pointed to the sign above his head:

"From today onwards, I won't have to put up with that anymore."

"I'm officially open for business here! Whether it's hides, medicinal herbs, wild game, mushrooms, wood ear fungus, or hazelnuts, anything from the mountains, I'll take it all!"

"The price is 10% higher than at the supply and marketing cooperative!"

"The most important point—"

Zhao Shanhe pulled out a stack of 10,000-yuan notes, still smelling of fresh ink, from his pocket and slapped them onto his palm.

"I don't issue IOUs! Cash on delivery!"

boom!

These words were like a thunderclap, exploding directly in the crowd.

Ten percent higher than the supply and marketing cooperative? And they're paying in cash?

These days, cash is life! Those bastards at the supply and marketing cooperative often use matches and salt to settle debts. Who doesn't need money at home?

"Shanhe! Are you serious? My family has two fox pelts from last year, but the supply and marketing cooperative only offered five yuan because they thought the fur wasn't good enough. Will you take them?" An old man excitedly pushed forward.

"receive!"

Zhao Shanhe waved his hand dismissively: "Third Master Liu, is that last year's dried tangerine peel? As long as it's not infested with insects, I'll buy it for six yuan! Give it to me now, and I'll pay you right now!"

"Oh dear! I'll go get it right now!" Old Man Liu threw down his pipe and ran home.

"I have two pounds of dried mushrooms!"

"I have deer antlers!"

In an instant, the once deserted entrance to the Zhao family's gate was transformed into the busiest market.

At this time.

In the supply and marketing cooperative at the east end of the village.

Sun Dana, his face bruised and swollen, sat behind the counter, listening to the noise outside and looking at the empty supply and marketing cooperative hall. He was so angry that he smashed the teacup in his hand on the ground.

"Snapped!"

The teacup shattered.

"This is outrageous...it's really outrageous..."

Sun Dana gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with resentment and malice.

But when he touched the self-criticism he had just written in his pocket, and thought of the terrifying giant bear from yesterday, he didn't dare to utter a single curse.

He knew that the situation was hopeless.

The sky over Kaoshantun has truly fallen to the Zhao family.