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

The next day, at four in the morning.

Before dawn, the lights in the Zhao family compound had been on all night.

"Buzz—Buzz—!!"

The engines of two Jiefang CA10B trucks roared in the cold wind, and the thick white smoke spewing from their exhaust pipes was instantly torn apart by the wind.

To cope with the knee-deep snow in the mountains, the four huge rear wheels were wrapped with finger-thick anti-skid chains, which made a crunching sound on the frozen ground.

Zhao Shanhe stood in front of the car, wearing his signature fur-collared coat.

He had a pistol tucked into his waistband and a simple hand-drawn map in his hand. His expression was stern, illuminated by the car headlights.

"Ergaizi! Dazhuang!"

"arrive!"

The two men strode out, full of energy. Ergazi wore a red armband, while Dazhuang held a dark Type 56 semi-automatic rifle in his arms.

"Today we'll split into two groups."

Zhao Shanhe drew a line on the map with his gloved fingers, a swift and decisive movement:

"Little Li, drive car number one and follow me on the northern route. Destination: Black Wind Pass, Crow's Nest, and Three Ridges. The roads there are steep, and the people are wild, so I'll go myself."

"Vehicle number two, Mr. Zhang, drive. Erga, you take Dazhuang to the southern route. Destination: Liushutun, Kaoshanqian, Xiaoxigou. The road there is flat and easy to travel."

Zhao Shanhe tossed a heavy leather bag to Ergaizi, then slapped two magazines onto Dazhuang's chest:

"I've packed you five thousand dollars. And plenty of bullets."

"Remember, we're in business, not bandits. Fair deals are essential, and quick payments are crucial. But—"

Zhao Shanhe abruptly changed the subject, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes:

"If you encounter someone like Zheng Dapao who wants to double-cross you or extort tolls from you, don't waste your breath."

"Fire a warning shot first! If they don't listen, then open fire!"

"If anything goes wrong, I'll take responsibility! Do you understand?"

"Got it!!" The shout shook the snow off the eaves.

"Set off!"

Zhao Shanhe opened the car door and jumped into the passenger seat of the first car.

……

Northern route, Black Wind Pass.

This is a notoriously poor village in the surrounding area. It is located at a high altitude, with strong winds and heavy snow. The mountains have been blocked by heavy snow for half a month, and even the supply and marketing cooperative's horse-drawn carts are unwilling to climb over here.

At this moment, in a sheltered spot at the village entrance, several old hunters, wearing tattered sheepskin coats and shivering from the cold, were squatting there smoking their pipes.

"Sigh, if this snow doesn't melt soon, the leather in the house will all get moldy, and we won't be able to celebrate the New Year."

Just then.

"Boom!"

The ground suddenly trembled, and a dark green steel behemoth roared as it smashed through the waist-high snow at the village entrance, coming to a steady stop in front of everyone with an unstoppable momentum.

"This...this is a big car?"

The villagers, who had never seen anything like it before, were so frightened that they backed away, their eyes filled with terror.

The car door opened.

Zhao Shanhe jumped out of the car.

He didn't put on airs. Instead, he took off his gloves, pulled out a package of unopened "Daqianmen" cigarettes from his pocket, tore it open, and walked towards the terrified old hunters.

"Fellow villagers, don't be afraid, I am Zhao Shanhe from Kaoshantun."

He spoke calmly, offered cigarettes to the elderly men, and even lit one for the leader of the group.

"Sir, are you the village secretary? With this heavy snow blocking the mountains, life must be tough, right?"

The old Party Secretary trembled as he took the cigarette. Seeing it was a good one, he felt a little more at ease: "It's...it's not easy. Comrades, what's wrong with you..."

Zhao Shanhe took a drag of his cigarette before leisurely pulling out the red-headed document from his pocket and handing it to the old Party Secretary with both hands:

"Uncle, the county knows you're all having a hard time. County Chief Chen specially sent me with a convoy to come here and buy our mountain produce, so we can exchange it for some money for the New Year."

He pointed to the empty truck bed, raising his voice an octave so that the surrounding villagers could hear him:

"Pheasants, rabbits, pelts, mushrooms. Anything from the mountains, I'll take as much as you can get!"

"Cash on delivery! Prices are 10% higher than the supply and marketing cooperative! We absolutely won't let our fellow villagers suffer losses!"

"What? Cash? And a 10% higher?" The old Party Secretary's cloudy eyes widened instantly, unable to believe his ears.

"Sir, look."

Zhao Shanhe didn't explain much, and walked directly to a child who was freezing and had a runny nose.

The child was carrying a frozen pheasant he had just picked up.

Zhao Shanhe squatted down, examined the quality of the pheasant, and smiled as he patted the child's head.

"This chicken is good. Uncle will give you two dollars, will you sell it to me?"

As he spoke, he magically produced two brand-new one-yuan bills and stuffed them into the child's cold little hand.

boom!

The whole village was in an uproar.

A dead pheasant, at most it sells for fifty cents, and this person is offering two dollars? In cash?

This isn't some kind of cadre, this is clearly a living god of wealth coming to bring warmth!

"Hurry! Go home and get the goods!"

"Boss Zhao is a good man! Quickly, bring all the mushrooms out of the cellar!"

The once lifeless Black Wind Pass has instantly transformed into a boiling ocean.

……

Meanwhile, on the southern front, at Liushutun.

On the threshing floor, Erga Zi was standing in the back of a cart, holding a steelyard, looking very proud of himself.

"One hundred jin of pine nuts! Twenty yuan, please!"

"Two roe deer! Pay up, thirty yuan!"

Large sums of money were thrown out, and the villagers of Liushutun lined up in long queues.

But on the outskirts of the crowd, several idle scoundrels were eyeing the open money box next to Erga Zi with envy.

"Brother, that kid looks unfamiliar, and he has so much money in his hand... and he's not accompanied by an adult."

One of the thugs pulled out a boning knife, licked his lips, and said, "Shall we scare him? Maybe we can extort some money from him."

The ringleader, a bald man, grinned maliciously and, with three or four others, pushed through the crowd, slashing his knife directly at the car wheel.

"Stop! Stop!"

"They dare to accept goods in Willow Village without even paying their respects? Don't they want their cartwheels anymore?"

The villagers who were queuing were so frightened that they all backed away.

Erga stopped what he was doing and frowned. He didn't say anything, but simply stepped aside.

Behind him, Da Zhuang, who had been standing like a statue, took a step forward.

Without a word, he took off his Type 56 semi-automatic rifle from his shoulder, skillfully pulled the bolt, and raised the dark muzzle, pointing it at the sky.

"Bang!!"

A deafening gunshot shook the snow off the trees.

The knife in the bald man's hand clattered to the ground, and his legs instantly went weak.

Da Zhuang remained expressionless, reloaded the gun, and slowly lowered the muzzle, pointing it at the bald man's forehead:

"Is anyone else asking for tolls?"

"No...that's all! Sir! I was blind to your greatness!"

The thugs were so frightened that they wet themselves and scrambled into the crowd, disappearing without a trace.

"Keep receiving goods!" Erga shouted.

……

That day, the entire Xiangyang Commune was in an uproar.

Two Jiefang trucks, like two sharp knives, plunged deep into the Greater Khingan Mountains.

Wherever they went, whether it was the impoverished Heifengkou or the fiercely independent Sandaoliangzi, they were all conquered.

No one can refuse a price that is 10% higher than that of the supply and marketing cooperative.

No one dared to have any malicious intentions under the muzzle of the Type 56 semi-automatic rifle.

This day marked the first expedition of what was known as the "Zhao Family Army".

It was evening.

At the entrance of the Zhao Family Compound.

The two trucks returned fully loaded. The cargo in the truck beds was piled up like small mountains, so high that it had to be tied tightly with ropes to prevent it from falling.

Zhao Shanhe jumped out of the car, looked at the truck behind him loaded with top-quality sable and squirrel furs, as well as tons of mountain goods, and let out a long breath of white air.

His boots were covered in mud and snow, and his coat was covered in frost, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

"Master!"

Lin Xiu came out to greet them, carrying Niu Niu in her arms.

"Quick! Make room! Open the warehouse!"

Zhao Shanhe took off his hat, brushed off the snowflakes, and his voice revealed a triumphant pride after his conquest:

"Tell Erga and the others they're not sleeping tonight! They're sorting through the night!"

"Tomorrow, an even tougher battle awaits!"