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

The next morning.

Zhao Shanhe was awakened by a commotion of voices.

The sounds were unlike the usual crowing of roosters and barking of dogs in the village; instead, they resembled a bustling market, with shouts of people and neighing of horses, a chaotic scene of noise and commotion.

"Honey, wake up!"

Lin Xiu rushed in, her face a mixture of panic and excitement: "You'd better go out and see! Our doorstep... someone's blocking it!"

Zhao Shanhe jumped up from the bed, threw on his coat, and headed outside. Had someone come looking for trouble?

As soon as he pushed open the door, the scene before him stunned even this well-traveled reborn individual.

The street in front of the Zhao family compound, and even the dirt road at the village entrance, were packed with people!

Some came in donkey carts, some in sleds, and many others walked with sacks on their backs.

Various leather hats fluttered in the cold wind, and their breath shrouded the entire street in fog.

"He's here! Manager Zhao is out!"

Someone shouted, and the crowd surged forward instantly.

"Manager Zhao! I'm the Party Secretary of Xiaoxigou! We brought 500 jin (250 kg) of hazelnuts, could you please take a look?"

"Boss Zhao! I'm a hunter from Laolinggou! I have two top-quality red fox pelts, specially reserved for you!"

"Let us pass first! We started our journey in the middle of the night!"

Seeing the bustling scene, as if a pot had boiled over, Zhao Shanhe instantly understood.

This isn't just looking for trouble; it's like the God of Wealth has come knocking!

It turned out that ever since the news spread that Zhao Shanhe had gotten in touch with the Foreign Trade Bureau in the provincial capital and returned home in glory with a color TV and a large cart, the hunters and villagers of the entire Xiangyang Commune, and even those of the neighboring communes, couldn't sit still.

Previously, their goods could only be sold to supply and marketing cooperatives, and they had to be subservient to the purchasing agents, even if they were given a "second-class" price, they had to smile and beg.

Now that they've heard that a "Manager Zhao" has emerged in Kaoshantun, who can directly connect with the provincial capital's foreign trade bureau, not only paying cash but also offering fair prices, these mountain people who have been exploited so much are coming over overnight with sacks in hand!

Looking into those pairs of eyes filled with longing, anxiety, and even a hint of ingratiation, Zhao Shanhe felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

This is momentum. Once momentum is established, the wind will naturally follow.

He took a deep breath, focused his energy, and roared at the noisy crowd:

"Don't push!!"

That shout was full of energy, carrying an imposing and authoritative air.

The crowd that had been pushing and shoving fell silent instantly, and hundreds of eyes stared at Zhao Shanhe, who was standing on the steps.

"Since you're here, it means you think highly of me, Zhao Shanhe!" Zhao Shanhe waved his hand and pointed to his spacious courtyard:

"No matter which valley you're from, or how much goods you're carrying, as long as the goods are good, I, Zhao Shanhe, will accept them all! Cash on delivery! No IOUs!"

"but--"

Zhao Shanhe's tone shifted abruptly, his eyes turning stern: "You have to follow my rules! Ergaizi! Dazhuang!"

"Here!" Two towering men squeezed through the crowd and stood next to Zhao Shanhe, their imposing presence instantly commanding the room.

"Set up the tables! Get the account books! Line up!"

Zhao Shanhe shouted, "Anyone who dares to cut in line or try to fool me with substandard products, don't blame me for being ruthless—you'll be asked to leave immediately!"

"Bravo!!" A thunderous cheer erupted from the crowd.

For the honest and simple mountain people, they are not afraid of queuing, but they are afraid of not having a way.

Zhao Shanhe's statement, "We'll accept it all," reassured them.

In an instant, the previously chaotic queue began to become orderly.

The Zhao family compound instantly transformed into a bustling temporary trading post.

Over the next few hours, the Zhao Family Compound was completely transformed into a transit hub for the Greater Khingan Mountains.

"Kaoshanqian Village, deliver 300 jin of dried mushrooms! Grade: Top grade! Payment: 45 yuan!"

"Old Linggou, deliver ten gray squirrel pelts and one sable pelt! Grade: Excellent! Payment: 120 yuan!"

The sounds of abacuses, shouts, and counting money intertwined to create a most beautiful symphony.

Just then, a burly man in a sheepskin coat with a full beard squeezed to the front of the steps, carrying two bottles of fine wine and a pack of cigarettes.

"Brother Zhao! Oh, I'm the newly elected brigade leader of Yangshugou. Just call me Lao Li."

The burly man, all smiles, shoved cigarettes and alcohol into Zhao Shanhe's hands, showing absolutely no airs of a brigade cadre.

"That bastard Zheng Dapao was ignorant before and offended you, brother. Now that he's in jail, he deserves it! So today I brought the villagers to apologize to you, and also to deliver some goods..."

Looking at Yang Shugou, the team leader who used to command respect even from the old Party Secretary, Zhao Shanhe was filled with emotion.

He didn't accept the cigarettes or alcohol, but instead smiled and shook Old Li's hand:

"Captain Li, you're too kind. Zheng Dapao is Zheng Dapao, and the villagers are the villagers. I'll accept any good goods. Would you like to come in and have a cup of hot tea?"

"Hey! Hey! That's enough to save face!" Old Li exclaimed, his face flushed with excitement.

That morning alone, seven or eight village officials from various villages came to "pay their respects" to Zhao Shanhe and try to get close to him.

Zhao Shanhe sat in the armchair, neither humble nor arrogant, chatting and laughing, clearly already the undisputed "big brother" of this area.

However, at noon, a happy problem arose.

"Brother Shanhe... can't go on."

Erga ran in, covered in sweat, his voice hoarse from shouting:

"The storeroom is full! Even the west wing, which used to store miscellaneous items, is crammed in! Master Liu even emptied the kitchen to store hides, and now there's not even room to step!"

Zhao Shanhe walked out of the house and glanced at the courtyard.

Good guy.

Three small mountains had already piled up in the yard; if it weren't for the freezing weather, they would probably have collapsed. There were also more than a dozen donkey carts waiting to be unloaded at the gate.

"Where's the money?" Zhao Shanhe asked.

"There aren't many left."

Ergazi patted his empty briefcase with a bitter face. "The five thousand I brought back yesterday, plus what we have at home, we've already given away more than three thousand this morning! If we keep taking more, we'll have to resort to IOUs."

Zhao Shanhe looked at the yard full of treasures, and then at the two trucks that were already loaded with goods.

He knew that the small pond in Kaoshantun could no longer accommodate such a large volume of wastewater.

We have to get moving.

"Keep taking! Keep taking! If you have nowhere to put it, put it in my house! If you don't have enough money, I'll borrow some!"

Zhao Shanhe made a decisive decision, a resolute glint in his eyes:

"Tell the villagers, today is the last day. We'll be closed tomorrow!"

"Why?" Ergazi was taken aback.

Zhao Shanhe walked to the truck, patted the cold door, and looked south, towards the provincial capital:

"Because we need to transport these treasures out and exchange them for real mountains of gold and silver!"

"Erga, tell the driver to fill up the gas tank. Dazhuang, Huzi, check the guns and ammunition."

"Everyone, work hard tonight and load the goods."

"We'll head to the provincial capital at 3 a.m. tomorrow!"