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

It was dusk, just as darkness was falling.

The old elm tree at the entrance of Kaoshantun village is the liveliest place of the day.

After a long day's work, the men squatted against the wall, holding large bowls of porridge, slurping their thin soup and puffing on their pipes.

But today, everyone's only topic is Zhao Shanhe.

"Hey, have you heard? Zheng Dapao from Yangshugou has completely fallen. The whole commune's loudspeaker announced it today."

"I've heard about it! It was Shanhe Gan from our village! Tsk tsk, that's Zheng Dapao, the local tyrant, Shanhe Gan made him look like a grandson."

"Of course!"

Liu Erlengzi squatted in the crowd, banging his pipe loudly, his face full of longing and envy:

"I heard Erga brag about it when he left. He said he was going to the provincial capital to meet a big leader and do some really big business! He was even going to bring back a huge truckload of stuff!"

"A big car? Really?" The old man next to me was a little incredulous. "How much does one of those cars cost?"

"Who knows! Anyway, the whole country is trembling now." Liu Erlengzi smacked his lips, his eyes constantly glancing towards the intersection:

"We'd better keep a close eye on things from now on. If we could get a taste of his soup, life would be wonderful..."

Just as everyone was discussing it enthusiastically and craning their necks in anticipation...

"drop--!!!"

A deep, resonant blast from the air horn, like a thunderclap from a clear sky, instantly echoed at the village entrance.

Immediately afterwards, two blindingly white beams of light, like two sharp swords, pierced through the twilight and swept over the group of people crouching against the wall.

"Ouch, my eyes!"

"It's really back! Those headlights are so bright!"

The villagers covered their eyes while cursing and swearing, and stood up excitedly.

Once their eyes adjusted to the light, everyone's mouths were agape in an "O" shape, and they forgot to move their chopsticks.

On the winding mountain road, two dark green Jiefang trucks, like two moving hills, rumbled along.

The cargo in the truck bed was piled high, the tarpaulin was stretched taut, and the tires made a heavy "creaking" sound as they pressed against the frozen ground.

The overwhelming smell of diesel fuel and the heat of steel instantly dispelled the pungent smell of pickled cabbage at the village entrance.

"Creak—"

The car came to a complete stop.

Zhao Shanhe opened the car door. This time, he wasn't wearing the sheepskin coat; instead, he left it open, revealing a dark green officer's woolen overcoat, suede boots, and a "Daqianmen" cigarette dangling from his mouth.

He stood on the platform and looked down at Liu Erlengzi, who had just been bragging and spouting nonsense.

At this moment, Liu Erlengzi had his mouth wide open, and the chopsticks in his hand were about to fall into his nostrils.

"Fool."

Zhao Shanhe exhaled a smoke ring, a playful smile playing on his lips:

"Shut your mouth, drooling won't help."

"Is this truck big enough? Big enough for you to brag about for a year?"

"Enough! That's enough! Brother Shanhe, you're truly awesome!"

Liu Erlengzi was so excited that his face turned red and his neck bulged. Holding the bowl, he leaned forward as if he had seen his own father: "I just told them you were going to do something big, but they didn't believe me! Now you're convinced!"

"Alright, step back a little, don't get covered in dust."

Zhao Shanhe was in a good mood and didn't waste any more words. He waved his hand dismissively:

"Ergaizi! Dazhuang! Unload the cargo!"

"Lift that big thing down, and power it on right here! Test the signal!"

"Okay!"

Erga and Dazhuang, their faces beaming, jumped off the car, lifted the large cardboard box with "HITACHI" printed on it, and placed it on the millstone.

This commotion attracted the attention of the entire village.

"What's that? Such a big box?"

"It looks like a cabinet? Is it made of glass?"

Under the curious and puzzled gazes of everyone, Ergazi tore open the seal and ripped off the foam.

The deep black glass screen was revealed.

"Connect to power! Install the antenna!"

With Zhao Shanhe's command, the power lines were connected.

"Sizzle sizzle..."

The screen flickered twice with static.

Then, the image suddenly went clear!

The host was wearing a bright red suit, with a clear blue sky in the background.

"boom--!!"

The crowd, which had been whispering just moments before, erupted in chaos!

The shock was like a colorful bomb being thrown into the eyes of a group of people who had only ever seen gray, white, and black.

"Oh my god! Colorful...colorful?!"

The rice bowl in Liu Erlengzi's hand shattered on the ground with a "crash." He didn't even bother to pick it up; his finger was trembling as he pointed at the television.

"It's red! It's really red! I can see it clearly now!"

"They're alive! The people inside are alive!"

"My goodness, this person's face is so rosy! Much better than that stern-faced guy who showed movies at the commune!"

"Is this the TV from Big Brother's place? How much did it cost?"

The villagers seemed frozen in place, craning their necks and staring wide-eyed, as if afraid that if they missed a single glance, the object would be gone.

Several children tried to move forward, but their parents grabbed them by the collar and pulled them back.

"Don't touch it! If you break it, you couldn't afford to pay for it even if you sold yourself! It's a valuable item!"

The awe that arose from the bottom of their hearts, the way they looked at this rare treasure, made Erga and Dazhuang, who were standing to the side, stand up straighter than flagpoles.

They enjoyed the attention.

This was the first time since they followed Zhao Shanhe that they felt superior to the villagers.

Zhao Shanhe stood beside the millstone, watching the villagers who were completely captivated by a television set.

He didn't say anything, he just silently smoked his cigarette.

At that moment, a crack appeared in the crowd.

Lin Xiu rushed over, carrying Niu Niu in her arms, still wearing an apron, clearly having just come down from the stove.

"Honey... this... this is television?"

Lin Xiu looked at the glowing box, the light reflecting on her face, and her eyes, which had been somewhat sorrowful, were now full of light.

"Yeah, I'll make a sound for you and your daughter from now on."

Zhao Shanhe stubbed out his cigarette, turned around, and pulled a large, exquisite bag out of the driver's seat.

In front of hundreds of people in the village, he unfolded the bright red down jacket.

The color was even more vibrant than what you see on TV, and brighter than the lanterns for Chinese New Year.

"Put them on."

Zhao Shanhe simply draped the clothes over Lin Xiu's shoulders.

At that moment, the eyes of all the young women and wives around them instantly shifted from the television and fixed intently on Lin Xiu.

That's jealousy.

Naked, almost burning jealousy.

"Is that down? That's something only city people wear!"

"Look at that red, it's so vibrant... I'd die happy if I could wear it even once."

"Lin Xiu's life... how come she's so lucky?"

Hearing the sour whispers of the women around her, Lin Xiu blushed crimson, but her body remained ramrod straight.

She had never been so glamorous in her entire life.

"Erga Zi".

Seeing that the fire was almost done, Zhao Shanhe calmly gave the order:

"Open those two boxes of Harbin red sausage and distribute them to everyone. One sausage per person, so you can have a taste."

"Okay!"

Erga shouted, "Come on, come on! Line up for your red sausage! It's brought back from the provincial capital! Everyone gets a share!"

One by one, the glistening, meaty sausages were handed out.

The villagers held sausages in their hands and couldn't wait to take a bite.

The rich aroma of smoked meat exploded in their mouths, so delicious that the men almost swallowed their tongues.

Zhao Shanhe, pulling Lin Xiu, who was wearing a red down jacket, had only taken two steps when he suddenly stopped.

He turned around and looked at the group of villagers whose mouths were greasy.

"Does this sausage smell good?"

Zhao Shanhe exhaled a smoke ring and asked a question.

"It smells so good! It smells amazing!"

"I've never tasted such delicious meat in my life!"

Liu Erlengzi, his mouth stuffed full, shouted incoherently and nodded frantically.

Zhao Shanhe laughed, his smile revealing a wild and domineering nature.

"I'll remember the fragrance."

He raised his hand and pointed to the two fully loaded trucks behind him, his voice piercing through the wind and snow, striking the hearts of everyone present:

"This sausage is just a snack."

"From now on, as long as everyone follows orders and is willing to work hard, and doesn't have any ulterior motives about not wanting to do it."

Zhao Shanhe paused, his gaze sweeping over the eager faces:

"I, Zhao Shanhe, am making this clear."

"Work with me, and next year during Chinese New Year, I'll not only let you watch a color TV."

"I'll make sure every household in our Kaoshantun village has meat stewing in their pots, and oil is glistening on the surface!"

"Did you understand?"

After a brief silence.

"I understand!!"

"Follow Brother Shanhe!"

"Long live our mountains and rivers!"

The roar was deafening, even louder than when I saw the color TV earlier.

Zhao Shanhe didn't waste any more words. He turned around, picked up Niu Niu, and strode towards his own yard.