Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

Zhao Wenhao didn't want to continue discussing this topic with Wei Chunlan.

So, she made an excuse, saying that she was going to her second uncle Zhao Aimin's house to deliver something, and temporarily escaped from Wei Chunlan's nagging.

He didn't return to his own home until he had strolled around the homes of Zhao Aimin, Zhao Jianmin and Zhao Yuanchao.

At this time, Wei Chunlan was busy preparing dinner for New Year's Eve, so naturally she had no time to care about anything else.

"Brother, Xiaomei's family bought a lot of fireworks. Some of them can even spin on the ground. They are so beautiful."

Zhao Wenxia pulled her brother's sleeve and shook it.

Obviously, she knew very well that if she wanted to get what she wanted, only her second brother would be willing to do it.

But it was already evening, and to buy these fireworks, I had to go to town. Besides, at this time, where could I buy them?

So, I could only comfort my little sister first and promised to take her to the town for a walk tomorrow afternoon. Only then could I calm the little girl down temporarily.

"Come here, bring over that altar table and get some wine glasses."

Zhao Aiguo saw that Zhao Wenhao was very dissatisfied and couldn't stand it anymore, so he started to find work for him.

In the morning, Spring Festival couplets and other items had already been posted.

Now I just have to wait until I finish worshipping the Buddha before I can have dinner.

It was a rare occasion for the father and son to prepare tributes together. Wei Chunlan brought out the half-cooked pork ribs. Zhao Aiguo quickly lit the candles and incense, took out the cushion, and kowtowed three times in a row.

Zhao Wenhao, who was waiting outside, lit the firecrackers in time.

"Crackling..."

"Boom, bang!"

The sound of firecrackers suddenly resounded throughout the world.

"It's time for dinner!" Zhao Wenxia held a large bone stick in her hands, her face covered in grease from biting it. "Dad, second brother, come quickly, it's time to eat."

The Chinese New Year, especially this year being a prosperous year, is a very happy time for children.

In her previous childhood memories, Zhao Wenxia had never been able to eat meat so heartily, and she had many new clothes, new shoes and various toys to choose from.

Now, it seems like she is living in a dream, and her second brother has prepared everything for her.

How could this not make her feel happy?

The dinner was very sumptuous. We bought ten kilograms of braised beef in soy sauce, which is rarely seen in China. Not to mention the chickens, ducks and geese.

After the meal, Zhao Aiguo left immediately. Obviously, he was going to a business.

Today is New Year's Eve, and there are no other activities in the village. Most of the adult men are playing cards, while the women gather together, eating sunflower seeds and peanuts and chatting about family matters.

Even Zhao Wenhao was pulled over by his former junior high school classmates to play mahjong.

It was not until twelve o'clock in the evening that I finally returned home because I still had to worship the gods.

"Crackling..."

"Boom! Bang!"

The next morning, Zhao Wenhao, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by the sound of firecrackers in the yard.

"Wenhao, hurry up and get up. Someone will be coming to wish you a happy new year soon."

"Sister, it's only 7 o'clock, why are you celebrating the New Year now?"

Zhao Wenhao was reluctant and still stayed in the warm bed, not wanting to move.

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard someone in the yard say, "Congratulations to uncle for getting rich, congratulations to aunt for getting rich."

Well, as soon as I heard the voices, I knew it was my second uncle’s two little boys coming to pay New Year’s greetings.

In desperation, Zhao Wenhao could only quickly crawl out of the bed.

"Brother, congratulations on your prosperity, give me the red envelope!"

While Zhao Wenhao was still looking for his socks, two guys rushed in, grinning and wishing him a happy new year.

"Wenhui, Wenxiang, we are of the same generation. Where did you get the red envelope? Go ask your uncle for it." Zhao Wenhao kicked the two guys while putting on his clothes.

"That won't do. Everyone says you've made a fortune out there, so you must be rich. I'm your cousin, so of course I have to give you a red envelope." Zhao Wenhui stretched out his little hands with confidence.

"Hey, little guy, you're so shameless." Zhao Wenhao grabbed Zhao Wenhui's ear and twisted it gently. "I'll give you 50 cents for twisting one ear. Tell me, how many times do you want me to twist it?"

"A thousand strokes, come on, I'm not afraid of pain." Zhao Wenhui chuckled, "You have to keep your word, you're the big brother after all."

"You're dreaming! I see you're obsessed with money." Zhao Wenhao pulled out a few Great Unity banknotes from his wallet and gave two to each of them. "Spend them. I won't tell your mother. Just treat them as your own private money."

"Haha, thank you, big brother."

The two boys were so happy that they almost jumped up. They took the money and ran out of the room.

No matter how much New Year's money they received, it all ended up in Zhou Li's pocket.

But since Big Brother said he wouldn't tell Zhou Li, then of course it belonged entirely to them. Besides, it was only twenty yuan each. When had they ever owned so much personal property?

As the two little guys started to wish each other a happy new year, neighbors began to visit each other one after another.

The same goes for Zhao Wenhao. Not only would he go to the place with his own group, but he would also go to the houses he had some contact with and say a few auspicious words.

At this time, Zhao Wenhao was sitting in Zhao Yuanchao's house, chatting with the secretary.

"Wenhao, can we still supply fruit to the Xuanzhou Food Processing Factory after the New Year?"

"Secretary Yuanchao, don't worry. Before the New Year, I went to find them. As long as your quality is no problem, they will still accept it."

"That's good. If we can work for another year, the village will have some savings, and we can repair the broken bridge. Go and take a look when you have time. The bridge deck is full of potholes and there are big holes in some places.

A few nights ago, San Mazi was walking on the bridge. He wasn't paying attention and stepped into the hole in the bridge, nearly breaking his foot.

Also, in September, an elderly woman from the Wang family was walking on the river. Because there were no guardrails and a strong wind blew, she fell into the river and drowned.

"It's time to repair it, and sooner rather than later. If you want to get to the north bank of the river, you have to cross this bridge. If the village is in trouble, I have some spare money here that I can use to help them out."

"No, you have your own business to attend to. The village plans to borrow some money from the cooperative in town. As long as we continue to run the fruit business, we won't have to worry about repayment."

Zhao Wenhao knew about the bridge in the village.

To fix it all, the bridge deck would have to be repaved and railings added.

Calculating in this way, it will cost about ten thousand yuan in total.

The fruit business in the village can make a profit of a thousand yuan a month, which is enough to cover the cost of repairing the bridge.

Originally, Zhao Wenhao was planning to donate two or three thousand yuan as a token of his support for the village.

But just when he was about to tell Zhao Yuanchao about this plan, he didn't expect someone to suddenly rush in from outside the door. It was his younger sister Zhao Wenxia.

"Brother, something bad has happened at home. Someone is here to cause trouble. It's Ma Hongzhi's mother, Qiu Mei." Zhao Wenxia explained breathlessly.

On the first day of the Lunar New Year, they come to your house to cause trouble. They really want to prevent you from having a good New Year!

Zhao Wenhao stood up with a "whoosh", said hello to Zhao Yuanchao, then took his little sister's hand and rushed home.