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

The next morning, the wind was biting cold.

Just as dawn was breaking, the tranquility of Kaoshantun was shattered by a deep and violent roar.

Two brand-new Jiefang CA10B trucks, spewing thick black diesel smoke, slowly drove out of Kaoshantun like two steel behemoths that had just awakened.

Behind them followed a hand-operated tractor that Erga had just learned to drive, sputtering and belching black smoke.

Zhao Shanhe sat in the passenger seat of the first truck.

He held a gleaming Type 56 semi-automatic rifle in his arms, and the ear flaps of his yellow sheepskin hat were pulled down, covering half of his face, revealing only a pair of sharp, hawk-like eyes that were staring through the frost-covered windshield at the snow-covered road cleaved by the headlights.

"Brother Shanhe, Yangshugou is just five li ahead."

The driver was Xiao Li, a retired soldier on loan from the county. He was a skilled driver and a straightforward man: "I heard from Ergaizi that 'Zheng the Cannon' over there is a troublemaker. Shouldn't we go to their village office to say hello before barging in?"

"greet?"

Zhao Shanhe lit a cigarette, gave a cold laugh, and the firelight illuminated his hard profile:

"You only need to greet people when you're dealing with them. But with those beasts who bully the villagers, you only need to use your fists."

"I have the county magistrate's authority, guns, and money. Zheng Dapao is a local tyrant, and today I'll take his teeth! Speed ​​things up!"

"Alright! Hold on tight!"

Xiao Li floored the accelerator, and the Jiefang truck roared, kicking up a cloud of snow dust as it rushed toward Yangshugou.

……

Yangshugou, the threshing ground at the village entrance.

This place is even poorer than Kaoshantun, with drafty mud-brick houses shivering in the wind and snow.

But at this moment, the threshing ground was surrounded by people, making a lot of noise and full of resentment.

A fat man with a face full of scars, wearing a black satin cotton-padded jacket, was sitting in a grand chair, playing with two iron walnuts in his hands, while a thin old hunter was kneeling at his feet.

This fat man is Zheng Dapao, the local tyrant of Yangshugou.

"Boss Zheng...please, could you add another two cents..."

The old hunter's face was streaked with tears, and he clutched two gray squirrel pelts tightly in his hands: "The supply and marketing cooperative's purchase price is one dollar and twenty cents, and you're only giving me seventy cents... This amount of money can't even buy gunpowder and iron shot! My wife at home is waiting to get the medicine..."

"Go to hell with the supply and marketing cooperative!"

Zheng Dapao suddenly stood up and kicked the old hunter in the chest, sending the old man tumbling to the ground.

"You old geezer! Can't you understand human language?"

"The supply and marketing cooperative is thirty miles away. You think you can walk there? In Yangshugou, I, Zheng Dapao, am the king! My prices are the fairest!"

As he spoke, he grabbed a leather belt from the side and began whipping the old man across the face.

"Not selling? If you don't sell, you can forget about ever entering the mountains again! I'm the boss of this hunting ground for miles around! Let's see who dares to buy your goods!"

"Slap! Slap!"

The sound of a belt striking flesh is chilling.

The more than one hundred villagers who were watching clenched their fists and their eyes were spitting fire, but no one dared to step forward.

A while ago, a young man tried to rebel, but Zheng Dapao's thugs broke his legs, and he's still paralyzed on the bed.

This Zheng Dapao has colluded with some scoundrels in the commune and monopolized the mountain products business; this is blatant robbery!

"Beat him! Beat him until he submits!" Zheng Dapao roared, his face full of menacing features.

Just then.

"Buzz—!!!"

The ground suddenly shook violently, as if a thousand horses were galloping.

Everyone instinctively turned around.

At the bend of the winding snow track at the village entrance, two blinding beams of light pierced through the morning mist.

Immediately afterwards, two huge Liberation trucks, with an invincible air, roared onto the threshing ground!

The enormous wheels even crushed the roadside fence, but showed no sign of slowing down, hurtling straight toward Zheng Dapao!

"Oh my god!!"

Zheng Dapao, who had been so arrogant just moments before, was so frightened that his legs went weak and he scrambled backward to hide.

"Creak—!!"

The screeching sound of the air brakes rang out.

The first truck's massive iron bumper stopped less than half a meter from Zheng Dapao's nose.

The sweltering heat, mixed with the smell of unburned diesel, sprayed his face with black ash.

The entire room fell silent.

In this impoverished mountain village where even bicycles are precious, the visual impact of these two behemoths is like the arrival of an alien warship!

The car door opened.

A finely crafted suede boot stomped heavily on the snow.

Zhao Shanhe jumped out of the car, turned up his coat collar, and instead of looking at Zheng Dapao who was slumped on the ground, he first scanned the surrounding villagers who were pale, thin, and dressed in rags.

Upon seeing the old hunter whose face was covered in blood, Zhao Shanhe's eyes instantly turned extremely cold.

Behind him, Dazhuang, Huzi, Ergazi and others also jumped off the car.

They were all wearing the same sheepskin coats, with wide leather belts around their waists, and they were all carrying dark Type 56 semi-automatic rifles!

"This...this is the army?" The villagers were terrified.

Zheng Dapao, being a member of the underworld, felt a little intimidated by the scene, but remembering this was his territory, he forced himself to stand up and roared, his voice trembling with fear:

"Which side are you on? You've crossed the line, haven't you?"

"The business of selling mountain products in Yangshugou has always been run by me, Zheng Dapao..."

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound interrupted his rambling.

Zhao Shanhe didn't waste any words with him and slapped him hard across the face.

Zhao Shanhe used all his strength in this slap, which made Zheng Dapao spin around on the spot, spitting out a mouthful of blood and gums, and half of his face instantly swelled up like a steamed bun.

"You...you dare hit me? Do you know who I am?"

Zheng Dapao covered his face and screamed hysterically, "I am..."

"Snapped!"

Zhao Shanhe slapped him again, taking back the rest of his words.

I don't care who you are.

Zhao Shanhe pulled a document stamped with the county government's large red seal from his pocket and threw it directly at Zheng Dapao's face:

"Open your dog eyes and see clearly!"

"I'm a key materials procurement specialist specially approved by the county government! I have an official document from the Foreign Trade Bureau in my hand!"

"You're engaging in forced buying and selling, beating ordinary people, and disrupting the country's foreign trade procurement plan. Do you want to be shot?"

This huge accusation is more painful than a slap in the face.

Zheng Dapao was dumbfounded.

Official document? County government?

His thugs even tried to pull out knives to protect their master.

"Snap! Snap!"

Dazhuang and Huzi moved in unison, pulling back the bolts sharply, and the dark muzzles of their guns were pressed directly against the foreheads of the thugs.

"Move? Try moving it?"

Da Zhuang glared with his bull-like eyes, his finger already on the trigger. "Let's see if your knife is faster, or my bullet!"

"No! Don't shoot! Sir! We were wrong!"

The thugs instantly raised their hands, nearly wetting themselves in fear. These were real guns! These guys were really capable of killing!

Zhao Shanhe didn't even glance at the few rotten garlic cloves. He turned around and walked straight to the old hunter who hadn't yet come to his senses.

He knelt down, reached out to help the old man up, and gently patted away the footprints and snow from his body.

"Sir, I'm sorry you were frightened just now."

He pointed to the two gray squirrel skins that the old man was clutching tightly in his arms:

"I won't pay seven cents for this leather."

The old hunter shuddered, thinking he had encountered an even more ruthless robber. Trembling, he held up two fingers: "Then...how much will you give me? Fifty...fifty cents?"

Zhao Shanhe smiled.

He turned around, strode over to the truck, and yanked off the tarpaulin covering the truck bed.

"Splash!"

Several huge leather suitcases had been opened and were filled to the brim with brand-new, neatly bundled "Great Unity" (a type of traditional Chinese currency)!

In the sunlight, the red banknotes emitted a dazzling light.

Zhao Shanhe grabbed two ten-yuan bills, counted out a few change, and slapped them into the old hunter's hand.

"I'll give you 1.5 yuan for this quality squirrel fur from now on!"

"I'll take these two! Here's three yuan!"

boom--!

The crowd erupted instantly.

All the villagers stared wide-eyed, unable to believe their ears.

One dollar and fifty cents? Cash only?

That bloodsucking Zheng Dapao only gives seven cents a month, and he often gives me IOUs! This guy gives one dollar and fifty cents? That's more than double!

"Boss! Are you serious? You really giving me one dollar and fifty cents?"

"Is this money... really for us?"

"I have some goods! I have mushrooms that I've stored up all winter! And two fox pelts!"

The villagers, who had just been terrified of Zheng Dapao's tyranny, instantly lost their fear under the lure of the enormous sum of money.

They surged toward Zhao Shanhe like a tide, carrying their mountain produce, afraid that if they were a step too late, this God of Wealth would slip away.

Zhao Shanhe stood on the truck's running board, looking down at the truck, and shouted loudly:

"Folks! Quiet down! Listen to me!"

"From today onwards, the Kaoshantun purchasing station officially takes over the business of this surrounding area!"

"I don't just collect squirrel pelts! Pheasants, roe deer, mushrooms, wood ear fungus, ginseng, deer antlers... I'll collect anything that's a treasure from the mountains!"

"The price is 10% higher than the supply and marketing cooperative! It's double that of Zheng Dapao!"

"Master Liu! Inspect the goods!"

"Ergaizi! Give me the money!"

"Dazhuang! Huzi! Be on alert!"

Zhao Shanhe pointed at Zheng Dapao, who was cowering in the corner, trembling, his eyes sharp:

"I'm telling you this now! Anyone who dares to cause trouble, whether it's 'Big Cannon' or 'Second Cannon,' just smash them with their rifle butts! If anything happens, I, Zhao Shanhe, will take responsibility!"

"yes!!"

The Zhao family army roared like thunder.

The situation spiraled completely out of control from there.

Sitting at the table, Master Liu could determine someone's level with a single sweep of his sharp eyes.

Erga Zi's abacus was spinning rapidly as he handed out crisp new banknotes to villagers with calloused hands.

Watching truckloads of real money flow into the villagers' pockets, and seeing those faces that had been exploited for so long finally showing smiles.

Zheng Dapao, huddled in the corner, covered his swollen face and looked at the man who was surrounded by a crowd of admirers. He knew that things had changed in Yangshugou.

Faced with this torrent of steel and the heavy stick of money, this local tyrant is nothing but a fart.