Collect supplies, seize aircraft carriers, and travel to the seventh and fifth

Big Brother Mao was drinking tea when he saw a woman in her thirties enter the room.

Upon seeing her, Brother Mao narrowed his eyes, sizing up Liu Zhihua. He chuckled and said, "This little wench isn't bad looking. So, what do you want?"

Although Liu Zhihua was already thirty-five years old, she was the undisputed boss at home and did no work. Old Zhang's eldest son was a hardworking ox who did nothing but work all day long.

Liu Zhihua, who stayed at home all day doing nothing, naturally grew up to be fair and tender. At thirty-five, she looked more beautiful than women in their late twenties who worked in the fields all day.

Looking at this fair-skinned woman, Brother Mao actually became somewhat interested.

Upon hearing Da Mao ask what was wrong, Liu Zhihua quickly replied, "Da Mao, I am Da Qiang's sister-in-law from Zhangjia Village. Didn't you come to my house last time and break my father-in-law's leg, demanding 500 yuan back? Today, three people came to my house in a helicopter and gave my father-in-law over 20,000 yuan back."

Big Brother squinted and thought for a moment before remembering who this Da Qiang was. Three months ago, they had tricked him out of eight hundred yuan, and it was this Da Qiang who told them to go to his house to ask his father for the money back.

The old man clearly had money, but he wouldn't pay back his son's debt. So he gave one of his henchmen a signal, broke the old man's leg, and stole five hundred yuan. He said he'd collect the remaining three hundred in three months, or he'd use the house as collateral.

It's almost time to collect the money. Originally, I planned to sell the house to pay off the 300 yuan, but now that the old man has 20,000 yuan, it's not something that 300 yuan can solve.

I never expected that old man to be so lucky; someone even gave him 20,000 yuan. It seems I'll have to go there tomorrow morning for that 20,000 yuan.

Looking at the fair-skinned woman in front of him, Brother Mao said, "I definitely have to go, but that's for tomorrow. There are more important things to do today!"

After saying that, he opened the drawer, took out a wad of banknotes, threw them on the table, stood up and said to Liu Zhihua, "Logically, I should reward you for coming to inform me, but now I've changed my mind. As long as you serve me well tonight, you'll be well rewarded. This hundred yuan is all yours!"

Liu Zhihua's eyes gleamed with greed when she saw the stack of money on the table. However, after hearing what Brother Da Mao said, a look of struggle flashed in her eyes.

Thinking about her dull husband at home and the cornbread they ate every day, her heart was instantly defeated by money.

She said to Brother Mao, "Brother Mao, how do you want me to serve you?" Brother Mao chuckled and said, "That depends on your performance."

Liu Zhihua took a few steps forward, stuffed the stack of money into her pocket, and then walked up to Brother Mao and said, "Brother Mao, let's see if my skills are worth this hundred yuan." After saying that, she began to practice her breathing exercises.

Big Brother Mao let out a groan, chuckling as he said, "I didn't expect your skills to be so good. Worth it. Come to my place more often in the future, and you'll get your share of the benefits!"

It wasn't until after 11 p.m. that Liu Zhihua dragged her tired body back to Zhangjia Village. However, as soon as she touched the wad of money in her pocket, all her fatigue vanished.

She thought to herself, "It's true what they say: men with money go bad, and women go bad and get money!"

As she passed her father-in-law's door, she saw that the lights were off inside. She pursed her lips and muttered, "Get a good night's sleep. You probably won't be able to sleep tomorrow. Humph, you won't give me money, then I'll make sure you don't have a single penny!"

The next morning, Zhao Yunting went out in a helicopter and came back with a huge pile of meat buns, soy milk, fried dough sticks, and tofu pudding.

Before the group had even finished eating, a number of people had already gathered in the courtyard. A short while later, the village loudspeaker broadcast the village chief's announcement: "Dear villagers, each household needs to send a representative to the old village doctor Zhang Jiren's house to discuss his house."

After more than ten minutes, the village chief arrived. Li Mo'er and the others went out of the room and into the yard. After whispering a few words to the village chief, he called out, "Everyone, quiet down. Hey, Da Gang's wife, take a break. Stop talking so much. Um, all the men and women in the village are here, right? Today, I have something to tell you all."