Starting out as a drug dealer in 1988

"Wenhao, you've finally come back! I heard the murderer has been caught? Is that true?"

"Wenhao, I heard that it was Ma Hongzhi who hired someone to do this. The police even came to question us this morning."

"Mouse, your house is on fire, why don't you come over to my place tonight?"

……

When Zhao Wenhao returned to Zhaojiayu, it was already afternoon.

After taking the statement, Fang Jianxin found him again and asked him about the situation.

Zhang Bingkun politely invited him to have lunch before arranging a car to take him back to Zhaojiayu.

As soon as we entered the village, almost all the villagers gathered around to find out what was going on.

It had been years since such a major incident had occurred on Zhaojia Island, so everyone had naturally made it a topic of conversation after dinner. Now that Zhao Wenhao had returned, it was only natural that they wanted to approach him and ask him about it.

Of course, there were also many people who sincerely wanted to help. After all, Zhao Wenhao’s house had been burned to ashes, and even the three pigs in the pigsty had been burned to charcoal.

After dealing with the villagers, Zhao Wenhao finally arrived home.

At this time, the four adobe houses had been burned down to a frame, and the side walls were crumbling, as if they could collapse at any time.

As for the beds, cabinets, tables, chairs and the like inside, naturally nothing was left.

"If you had listened to me and married Wen Jing to him, none of this bad luck would have happened. Well, you insisted on breaking off the engagement, and now he's here to seek revenge."

"I'm your daughter, are you so heartless as to let me spend my whole life with someone like that?"

"Wow, wow, you two should stop arguing. The house is on fire now. What are we supposed to do?"

As soon as he turned to the front yard of his house, Zhao Wenhao heard a quarrel in the yard.

"What should I do? Just leave it alone! You just listen to that little bastard. I've eaten more salt than he's eaten rice. Now look, even my family is ruined. We're all starving."

"You seem to be in good spirits. It seems that the knife attack had no effect on you. I'm curious, if it had no effect, how did you faint?"

Zhao Wenhao pushed open the gate, walked in, and looked at Zhao Aiguo with a hint of sarcasm.

While I'm away, this cheap old man starts showing off at home again!

Zhao Aiguo, who was originally shouting, suddenly felt a little discouraged when he saw Zhao Wenhao coming back. But in his opinion, the whole thing was caused by this little beast, and it was also the cause of his being stabbed.

Suddenly, Zhao Aiguo couldn't help but yell again, "How dare you say that? If it weren't for you, there wouldn't be so many problems at home. People are fine, why don't you set fire to other people's houses?"

Zhao Wenhao laughed in anger. "You better understand the situation. This whole thing is because you wanted to sell your daughter for money. What era is this? You still want an arranged marriage?"

"It's too late to say anything now. If you have the ability, go and ask Ma Yaoming's family to compensate us for our losses. The house and everything else are gone. I want to see what you will do in the future." Zhao Aiguo still argued unreasonably and remained unmoved.

If the court ultimately finds Ma Hongzhi guilty, then in terms of civil compensation, his family will need to compensate for the related losses.

Even in order to reduce his son's guilt, Ma Yaoming will definitely take the initiative to make more compensation.

Zhao Wenhao had no qualms about taking on the responsibility that belonged to him, but he wouldn't let Ma Hongzhi's guilt be mitigated just for more compensation.

Zhao Wenhao was well aware of this.

Zhao Wenhao didn't want to argue with Zhao Aiguo. He had a lot of things to do now and had no time to argue with him.

"Mom, go find some people to help clean up the rubble. I'll pay for it. Also, I'm planning to rebuild the house. I'll start with three houses, three rooms each. I'll ask someone to calculate the approximate cost later."

Originally, Zhao Wenhao had planned to do this after the spring of next year. After all, there was only a total of yuan in his bank account. If he built three houses, plus the front and back walls, etc., it would cost at least more than 10,000 yuan.

He originally planned to use the money to buy a few shops in the Yangzhou Chinese Herbal Medicine Distribution Center, and keep the remaining money to continue purchasing herbs.

But now that the matter has come to this, it is impossible to leave my family without a home in the future.

"Where's the money to build so many houses? Do you really think money is made of paper?"

Zhao Aiguo had never known how much Zhao Wenhao had earned from his herbal medicine business. In his opinion, it was only a few thousand yuan at most. He hadn't expected his son to make such a huge request, demanding three houses.

"What's your business about how much money I have? Has it cost you more than what you need to eat and wear? I hope you'll stop messing around with me. Otherwise, I'll cancel your pocket money from now on."

He didn't want to pay attention to Zhao Aiguo, but he kept chattering and asking for more, which made Zhao Wenhao pinch his weak spot.

You know, Zhao Wenhao had promised to give him 20 yuan pocket money every week. If this money was gone, Zhao Aiguo would immediately lose the ability to show off.

As expected, upon hearing this, Zhao Aiguo immediately stopped talking. Although he was still chattering, he no longer dared to get angry in front of him.

Half an hour later, Wei Chunlan came back, followed by Zhao Aimin.

"Wenhao, your mother said you plan to build three houses. What are your specific plans?" Zhao Aimin glanced at Zhao Aiguo, without greeting him, and directly pulled Zhao Wenhao aside.

Zhao Aimin was a bricklayer himself and often went out to work. It was not until Zhao Wenhao started selling herbal medicine that he focused his main energy on this and stopped going out with the contractor.

Now when he heard his sister-in-law talking about building a house, he came over immediately to inquire about the situation and planned to help.

Zhao Wenhao did not hide anything and told Zhao Aimin his thoughts directly.

Zhao Aimin pondered for a moment and made a rough calculation in his mind. "If we build red brick houses as you'd like, three houses would cost about 1 yuan. If you add the front and back walls, you'll need to prepare about 5 yuan. If that's not enough, I can still chip in 1 yuan."

1, that’s enough.

"Uncle, please help with the arrangements. I'll take care of the money."

Zhao Wenhao readily agreed to leave professional issues to professionals.

"Okay, I'll go find someone and start the work as soon as possible."

Zhao Aimin didn't hesitate and took over the job. He didn't think about making money from his nephew, and even planned to calculate it carefully after returning home to see where he could save some money.

"Even if we start construction right away, it will take two months to build all three houses. In the meantime, you can stay at my house. I'll go back and clean up and make two more bunks on the floor, so you can all squeeze in and make do."

Looking at the ruins in front of him, Zhao Aimin immediately put forward his suggestion.

Everyone else didn't mind, but Zhao Aiguo felt a little awkward. After all, the two brothers hadn't spoken in months, and suddenly he was living under someone else's roof, which was really embarrassing for him.