Reborn 73 years later, he takes his mother-in-law hunting in the mountains.

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Zhao Wanli was an old revolutionary who came from the battlefield.

The former deputy captain of the guerrilla unit had a large cleaver stained with the blood of many enemies.

Now that I'm getting older and about to retire, my physical condition remains excellent.

Not only is he quite capable himself, but he also has high expectations for his sons.

The sons all practice martial arts, and the youngest daughter, Yanni, who is only sixteen years old, also exercises every day.

So the whole family was very proud and imposing, and their bowls and chopsticks made a lot of noise when they ate.

The Zhao family has strict rules: no talking while eating or sleeping, and they eat quickly.

After dinner, the eldest and second eldest went to work.

The third brother and the fourth brother went to play with dumbbells in the yard.

Zhao Yanni carried a jump rope to the front gate to jump rope.

Zhao Wanli was reading the newspaper, while Liu Yaqin was washing chopsticks and dishes.

The family is very disciplined.

Only a family like this could make the old bandit Yuan Tianshu very wary.

At this moment, he was calculating the time from dozens of meters away outside the gate.

Yuan Hai asked a question:

"Dad, why don't we wait until they're at work or school in the morning before we take action?"

Yuan Tianchu shook his head: "I need to make sure I know the whereabouts of their family members. Also, the third son, Lao Xi, is unemployed and not in school. He's been practicing martial arts at home all this time."

In fact, Yuan Tianshu was well aware that it was best to play it safe.

Saturday is the weekend, so Zhao Wanli usually doesn't go to work.

Even the most powerful boss, Zhao Xiwen, is taking a break from work.

On Sundays, the whole family usually rests.

By Monday... Yuan Tianchu couldn't wait any longer.

Long nights bring many dreams.

He was already getting impatient.

When Liang Dongxu's younger brother, Liang Dongping, was killed, and Li Poxi ransacked his home, Yuan Tianshu got his hands on something.

It is said that among the paintings taken away by Li Poxi was a scroll painting of eight horses by Xu Beihong.

They guessed back then that the painting had fallen into Liang Dongxu's hands, but Yuan Tianshu firmly believed that they couldn't understand the treasure map.

The warlord died in battle, and he killed his own father. There are probably not many people in the world who know this secret.

Therefore, that batch of supplies must still be there.

He had been hiding for so many years just for these supplies.

He didn't even tell his men what the supplies were.

He wanted to persuade Chen Dahuzi and Li Poxi to cease hostilities and win him over, but just as he was about to succeed, Li Poxi was killed.

Zhao Wanli was the one who led the police team to solve the case.

After making inquiries from various sources, I still couldn't find out where the painting was.

Yuan Tianshu guessed that the painting could only have three destinations.

First, the murderer who killed Li Poxi has taken it.

Second, the information is kept confidential in the police station's evidence room, and you can't find out anything by asking around.

Third, he was framed by Zhao Wanli and embezzled.

The murderer who killed Li Poxi has never been caught, and it is unknown whether he is still at large.

It is understood that Li Poxi's killing was likely a revenge killing.

There were no signs of disturbance inside the house.

Many of the paintings and calligraphy have never been opened.

It's unlikely that the culprit stole the painting.

Lu Yao from the Public Security Bureau has inquired and said there's no such thing, so Yuan Tianshu's hopes are pinned on the third option.

They believed that clues were very likely to be found at Zhao Wanli's house.

Lu Yao had finally agreed to help him, and he didn't want to waste another day.

Therefore, he must take action today.

After seeing their eldest son leave, and as it was time for the afternoon shift to start, Zhao Wanli and his wife also came out.

He followed his second brother, Zhao Xiwu, and rode off on his bike; he's probably off to work too.

It's 2 PM.

The third brother, Lao west, and Zhao Yanni haven't come out yet.

Can't wait any longer.

Zhao Wanli had nothing to do in the afternoon and returned home early.

Therefore, now is the best time.

Dealing with a few kids is easier than dealing with an old policeman with a gun.

He waved to a beggar who was huddled in a corner not far away, basking in the sun.

Although land was publicly owned at that time, there were still many people in impoverished areas who couldn't afford food and had to flee their homes.

A single flood can wipe out an entire region's harvest.

If the government can't provide enough relief, then you have to find your own way to make a living.

Many disaster-stricken people from Henan and Shandong are heading northeast with backpacks and baskets.

After all, no matter how poor the Northeast is, it is still the country's major granary.

It's perfectly normal to see a few beggars on the street.

But this beggar wasn't a real beggar; it was He Yongshun in disguise.

Yuan Tianshu believed the time was right and began to take action.

They tricked the Zhao family members into coming out.

Then he and Lu Yao went inside and searched the Zhao family's house as quickly as possible.

Nineteen-year-old Zhao Xibing was practicing Dahongquan in the yard, eighteen-year-old Zhao Ximin was practicing with a pair of dumbbells with great skill, and little sister Zhao Yanni was sweating profusely from jumping rope.

Suddenly someone knocked on the door.

Zhao Xibing went over and opened the door to take a look.

A disheveled old man, carrying a bag on his back, weakly stretched out his hand:

"Please help me, I haven't eaten for days."

Zhao Xibing turned around and called out, "Yanni, a beggar has come. Give him half a pancake."

Yanni agreed and ran into the house.

In these days, people lack food and clothing, and beggars who go to other people's homes are mostly driven away; very few people give them alms.

However, it's not like they can't get any at all. If they encounter a kind family, even if they are not well-off themselves, they will still spare some food for him.

Having received half a flatbread, the old man still wouldn't leave, speaking with a strong Guanzhong accent:

"Give me some more, I have several family members waiting for me by the river to bring back food..."

Zhao Xibing sighed:

"Grandpa, we don't have much food left! We're out."

This is the truth.

There are many people in the family, and the young man eats a lot, especially since he is always practicing martial arts, which consumes a lot of energy.

Zhao Wanli was exchanging his share of fine grains for coarse grains with others.

I just want a larger portion.

At this time of year, even a relative coming to stay for a couple of days would be a burden, so there's no extra person to give them.

Zhao Wanli was a man of high moral character; even as an official, he did not abuse his power.

They lived frugally at home, just like everyone else.

At this moment, Zhao Xibing was about to close the door.

But the beggar leaned to one side, squeezing through the gate:

"Child, please have pity on me! Give me a few more pancakes; my child is hungry too!"

"There really aren't any left!"

"Then you can give me some raw rice."

Zhao Xibing was getting a little impatient.

Half a pancake is the limit.

Otherwise, I'd save it for when I get hungry later.

"That's all, that's all. Go check other people's houses."

At this moment, Zhao Yanni ran over again.

Holding an apple in my hand:

"Grandpa, here, take this apple."

Zhao Xibing swallowed hard.

The family's New Year's goods were long gone, and the young men in the west were like wolves, having not seen any fruit since the Lantern Festival.

This apple was bought by Zhao Wanli for his father. When he delivered it, he set one aside for his youngest son, Zhao Yanni, and none of his older brothers got any.

Zhao Yanni was kind-hearted and, seeing the old man's pitiful state, gave it to him.

The beggar took it, put it to his mouth, and took a bite.

Zhao Xibing looked angry and pushed him away:

"Is this enough? Let's go!"

"Ouch, why did you push me...?"

The old man tripped on the threshold, tumbled to the ground, and braced his legs against the door, groaning and refusing to get up.

Zhao Yanni came over to help him up, but he couldn't lift himself up without exerting his strength.

"Child, you pushed me down! You need to get me medical attention; my back hurts!"

Zhao Xibing was furious:

"I didn't even try, you poured it yourself, are you trying to cheat me?"