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

The main room was in a mess.

The only sounds were the pig-like screams of the second brother, Zhao Shanhai, and the dripping sound of the thick, scalding rice porridge flowing down the corner of the table.

"It's burning me! Ah! My face!"

Zhao Shanhai frantically grabbed at the hot rice grains on his face while screaming hysterically.

His once-proud Zhongshan suit was now covered in stains, and his newly acquired cotton shoes were soaked through with porridge.

At this moment, his face was flushed, and he looked as disheveled as a drowned rat. He had no trace of the dignity of a cadre.

"Zhao Shanhe! You've gone mad! I'm going to report you to the commune! I'll have you arrested and shot!"

Zhao Shanhai roared angrily, his eyes filled with resentment.

"Arrest me?"

Zhao Shanhe sneered, his feet crunching on the broken porcelain shards as he approached step by step.

Just then, Zhao Shanlin, the third brother who had been huddled in the corner, finally recovered.

This kid is a troublemaker. He usually bullies everyone in the village because of his brute strength. Although that kick to the heart hurt, it brought out his dog-like temper.

He sprang to his feet, grabbed the thick oak fire poker behind the door, his eyes bloodshot:

"Damn it! You dare splash my second brother? I'll cripple you today!"

"Master, watch out behind you!" Lin Xiu screamed, her face turning pale with fright, and instinctively tried to rush over to block him.

Zhao Shanhe didn't even turn his head.

He didn't even blink.

In his past life, he had fought for his life against a black bear weighing hundreds of kilograms in the wind and snow of Changbai Mountain, and snatched food from a pack of wild wolves.

That intuition honed on the edge of life and death had long since locked down every whisper of the wind behind him.

In his eyes, Zhao Shanlin, a local bully who only beats his wife and bullies honest people in the village, is as slow as a snail that has just learned to crawl.

Just as the whistling fire poker was about to smash into the back of his head...

Zhao Shanhe made a move.

Immovable as a mountain, swift as thunder.

He suddenly turned to the side, and his right hand, like an iron clamp, precisely intercepted Zhao Shanlin's wrist in mid-air.

Clench your fingers together and exert force!

"You're asking for it."

Zhao Shanhe pressed down with the momentum and twisted the joint sharply!

"Click!"

A sickeningly loud cracking sound echoed clearly throughout the room.

"Awooo—!!!"

The stick in Zhao Shanlin's hand clattered to the ground, and he knelt down on the ground as a result.

The excruciating pain of his dislocated bones caused him to instantly spit out snot and tears:

"My hand! My hand! It's broken! Aaaaaah!!"

"I am your eldest brother, and an elder brother is like a father to you."

Zhao Shanhe looked down at his third brother, who was kneeling before him, writhing in pain like a shrimp, and spoke calmly as if he were discussing the weather:

"The younger brother dared to lay a knife or gun on his older brother, and even dared to burn my daughter's hair tie. I'll loosen your bones for you; that's what you call good upbringing."

After saying that, he raised his bare foot and kicked Zhao Shanlin's fleshy face.

"Bang!"

Zhao Shanlin screamed and rolled back to the corner, a large black footprint on his face. He clutched his wrist and convulsed, looking at Zhao Shanhe as if he were looking at a living devil.

He was genuinely scared.

This guy, who's usually so quiet you could barely utter a sound, seems like a completely different person today!

Originally, Li Cuihua wanted to throw a tantrum, but seeing that even her usually fiercest third son had been subdued, she was so frightened that she sat down on the ground, slapped her thighs, and began to wail:

"What a tragedy! Old Zhao, open your eyes and see! Our eldest son is possessed! He wants to kill his own brother and his own mother! I can't live anymore..."

Zhao Shanhe had seen this kind of "crying, making a scene, and threatening suicide" drama countless times in his past life.

In the past, he would be soft-hearted, panic, and kneel down to admit his mistakes.

But now? He just finds it noisy.

"Alright, stop howling. If you keep howling, I'll break your big tooth out."

Zhao Shanhe coldly uttered a sentence.

Li Cuihua's crying stopped abruptly, like an old duck whose neck had been choked, covering its mouth in terror.

Zhao Shanhe turned around, his gaze passing over Li Cuihua and fixed on his second brother, Zhao Shanhai, who was still wiping his face.

This is the "brain" of the family, and also the most insidious snake.

"Second brother, don't try to scare me with the commune."

Zhao Shanhe took out a cigarette paper from his pocket. Although there were no tobacco leaves, he still habitually rubbed it between his fingers. His movements were slow and deliberate, yet they exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.

"You're going to the county for a blind date, right? I heard the girl's family has some connections; she's the daughter of the supply and marketing cooperative director? You're hoping this blind date will be successful so you can get a transfer to the county as a clerk?"

Zhao Shanhai's heart skipped a beat. Ignoring his disheveled appearance, he said with a fierce but weak voice, "So what if I am? I'm a state cadre. If you dare to touch me, you're sabotaging..."

"Don't try to pull any big shots at me."

Zhao Shanhe interrupted him, his eyes sweeping playfully over Zhao Shanhai's soaked cotton shoes, then pointing to the ashes of the red ribbon on the ground:

"Tell me, if I go directly to the county now and find your father-in-law..."

Zhao Shanhe leaned forward, his voice extremely low, yet it exploded in Zhao Shanhai's ears like thunder:

"Tell them: Zhao Shanhai is a hypocrite who would burn his own three-year-old niece's toys, steal his own elder brother's cotton shoes, and even starve his own niece to death..."

"I also heard that when you were in school, you and that female classmate..."

"shut up!!"

Zhao Shanhai's face turned deathly pale instantly, and even his lips trembled.

In this day and age, the phrase "moral conduct issues" can ruin a person's entire life! Especially at the crucial moment of a blind date, it's like striking a fatal blow!

"Brother...Big Brother!"

Zhao Shanhai's arrogance vanished instantly, his knees buckled, and he almost knelt before Zhao Shanhe, forcing a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"We're all family, what are you doing? Let's talk this out, talk this out..."

"Speak properly?"

Zhao Shanhe's eyes turned cold, and he slammed his hand on the doorframe, causing dust to fall from the roof beams.

"Then let's divide the family property! Now! Right now! Write the paperwork!"

Upon hearing about dividing the family property, Li Cuihua instinctively jumped up from the ground, clutching her purse: "Divide the family property? Dream on! You heartless wretch! I raised you all these years, and now that you're old enough to do some work, you want to divide the family property? We haven't even finished paying off the family's debts! If you want to get out, get out yourself, you won't get a single penny!"

She wanted Zhao Shanhe to leave with nothing and continue working as a long-term laborer in the household.

If the family splits up, who will fetch water and chop firewood for the household? Who will earn money for the second and third sons?

Zhao Shanhe had expected her to say that.

To deal with this kind of miser, you have to use an even harsher knife to cut her flesh.

"Sure, we don't have to split it."

Zhao Shanhe stretched out his hand and laid it out in front of Li Cuihua:

"Then give me the fifty yuan I made selling leather yesterday, plus five hundred yuan from all the work points I've earned over the years! I won't split it! We'll keep going!"

"Five hundred yuan?! Why don't you just rob me!" Li Cuihua screamed, it was practically a death sentence for her.

"You won't give me money? Then we'll give you houses and land!" Zhao Shanhe pressed on relentlessly.

"No way! The house is for the second son's wedding! The land is reserved for the third son! You can forget about taking even a single plot!" Li Cuihua was fiercely protective of her property.

"Fine." Zhao Shanhe sneered, revealing his true intentions. This was exactly what he had been waiting for.

"Then I'll take the loss. I don't want the money, and I don't want the house or the land."

He pointed out the window: "That dilapidated mud house at the foot of the mountain at the west end of the village, where the forest ranger lives, belongs to me."

"That dilapidated house is yours!" Li Cuihua agreed without hesitation.

That dilapidated house is about to collapse; even a dog wouldn't live there. It's a good opportunity to send this plague away far away.

"besides……"

Zhao Shanhe walked to the corner of the wall and ripped down the black cloth bag hanging on the wall, along with the old foreign cannon covered in dust.

"This gun, along with the traps and lassos that Dad left behind, are mine."

"No way! This gun can still be sold for scrap metal!" Li Cuihua instinctively guarded her food.

"Then I want that fifty yuan! I also need to go to the county to talk to my second son's father-in-law about my conduct!"

Zhao Shanhe slammed the gun on the table, his gaze sweeping across Zhao Shanhai's face like a knife.

"Give it to Mom! Give it to him! Let him take it!"

Zhao Shanhai was so frightened that his face turned pale. He was afraid that this madman would really cause trouble in the county, so he quickly pushed the gun to Zhao Shanhe.

Zhao Shanhe slung his gun over his shoulder and tucked the family division documents into his pocket. But he didn't leave.

"It's not over yet."

Zhao Shanhe slung the gun over his shoulder and looked at the large rice jar in the corner of the main room.

Inside were freshly ground cornmeal and half a vat of wheat flour. That was the family's food ration for the winter.

Zhao Shanhe strode over without even asking Li Cuihua whether she agreed or not.

He grabbed an empty sack next to him, picked up a gourd ladle, and started filling the sack with flour.

Splash! Splash! Ladle after ladle. White flour, fill! Cornmeal, fill! Millet, fill!

"What are you doing! That's noodles for the second son's wedding! You bandit! This is robbery!" Li Cuihua rushed up like a madwoman and tried to scratch Zhao Shanhe.

Zhao Shanhe lifted the sack weighing over 100 pounds with one hand and pushed it hard with the other.

Li Cuihua plopped down on the ground.

"This is what I earned!"

Zhao Shanhe roared, his voice so loud it shook the roof and dust fell from it: "My daughter is starving to death, and you're eating white flour? I'd like to see who dares to stop me!"

"Second brother! Do you even care about your future? If you don't, I'll smash this jar right now, and none of us will eat from it!"

Seeing his fierce-looking older brother, Zhao Shanhai was terrified and quickly grabbed his mother, saying, "Mom! Let him take it! Let him take it! As long as he leaves, this little bit of food is nothing!"

Zhao Shanhe filled a large sack with grain, weighing a full 100 jin (50 kg).

He walked to the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed) and rolled up the thickest cotton quilt.

She rolled up the thickest cotton quilt, the new one that Li Cuihua had saved for herself.

"I'll take this quilt too. That dilapidated mud house is drafty; I don't want my daughter to get cold."

"You...you..." Li Cuihua rolled her eyes in anger and almost fainted.

Zhao Shanhe hoisted the grain sacks onto his shoulder, carried the new quilt in one hand, and slung his hunting rifle on his back.

"Go! Xiuer, let's go home!" Zhao Shanhe shouted, kicking open the disgusting wooden door.

The wind and snow poured in, but he didn't feel the cold.

With heavy grain in their hands and a cold hunting rifle on their backs, they have the confidence to survive and the backbone of a man!

Behind him came Li Cuihua's vicious curse: "Rob it! Rob it! Let's see how long your meager rations will last! Don't come back begging me when you starve to death!"

Zhao Shanhe stopped in his tracks.

He slung the sack full of grain over his shoulder, turned around, looked at the home he had lived in for twenty years, and a wild, arrogant smile crept onto his lips.

Starving to death? This hundred catties of grain is just the beginning.

"Niu Niu, hug Daddy tight."

Zhao Shanhe looked down at his daughter in his arms, whose eyes were shining at the sight of food, and said softly, "We'll steam cornbread for dinner tonight, all you can eat!"

"Tomorrow... Dad will get you meat to eat!"