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

The afternoon sun was just right.

Although it was still freezing cold, there was no wind, and the sunshine felt warm on my skin.

At the foot of the south wall of the Kaoshantun Brigade Headquarters, it remains the busiest "news center" in the entire village.

A dozen or so men, young and old, wearing sheepskin coats with their hands tucked into their sleeves, squatted in a row, basking in the sun and chatting idly.

"Hey, Er Lengzi, Shanhe's been gone for two days now, haven't we heard anything yet?"

Liu Erlengzi had a straw stick dangling from his mouth, staring somewhat unfocused in the direction of the village entrance.

"Two days is nothing! Going to the provincial capital isn't a normal trip; it's a long journey!"

"When Ergazi left, he said that Brother Shanhe was going to see a high-ranking leader to pave a major road for our village. This is a matter of great importance, concerning whether we'll be able to eat meat every day from now on!"

An old man next to him tapped his pipe on the sole of his shoe and sighed.

"Yes, ever since Shanhe led us to hunt wolves and collect mountain goods, I've been feeling restless. Without him, I really don't know how we would get by."

Don't worry!

Wang Erhu tightened his cotton-padded coat, his face resolute:

"Who is Shanhe? He's the 'Mountain God,' who can take on a bear single-handedly and lead us to wipe out a pack of wolves! Now that he's gone, he definitely won't come back empty-handed! Let's wait and see..."

Before he could finish speaking...

Sudden.

"Buzz..."

Wang Erhu was startled; the brick beneath him seemed to move slightly. "What was that? Why does the ground feel like it's shaking?"

"I feel it too... my soles are tingling." Liu Erlengzi spat out the straw and straightened up in confusion.

Followed by.

"Buzz—Buzz—!!"

The vibrations grew stronger and more intense, like a herd of bulls frolicking underground.

The few stray dogs that had been sleeping at the base of the wall suddenly jumped up as if startled, tucked their tails between their legs, and barked wildly at the village entrance, retreating as they barked.

The enamel mug on the windowsill of the brigade headquarters began to clang, and the lid vibrated and bounced.

"Oh my god! The earth is shaking?!"

"Quick! Get away from the wall! The mountain might collapse!"

The group of idlers squatting by the wall were startled. They instinctively thought it was a natural disaster and hurriedly stood up, running towards the middle of the road with suspicion and uncertainty.

Before they could even stand up properly...

At the end of the winding dirt road at the village entrance, at the bend.

"boom--!!!"

A plume of black smoke shot into the sky, like a signal flare announcing the arrival of the overlord.

Immediately afterwards, three dark green, mountain-sized steel monsters roared into people's sight with a suffocating sense of oppression!

That wasn't an ordinary Jiefang truck.

The car body is much taller than ordinary cars, and the triangular anti-collision beam made from a train track is prominently welded to the front of the car!

The sharp ram gleamed with a dark, cold light in the sunlight, exuding a ferocious and domineering aura of "those who stand in my way shall die!"

The massive engineering tires crunched over the frozen dirt road, producing a teeth-grinding "crunch," from which the ground vibrated.

"My God..."

Liu Erlengzi's mouth dropped open, his jaw almost falling to the ground.

"This...this is a big car? Why does it look like a tank?"

To these villagers who have never left the mountains in their lives, the visual impact of these three heavily modified Dongfeng trucks is like a nuclear bomb.

The sheer power emanating from those industrial behemoths filled them with both fear and exhilaration, making them tremble with excitement.

"Sizzle—!!"

A piercing hissing sound of the brakes being released.

Three trucks lined up in a long row and stopped precisely in the open space in front of the brigade headquarters, no more than ten meters away from the crowd.

A wave of heat, mixed with the smell of diesel fuel, hit us instantly.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Everyone was dumbfounded, staring blankly at the three behemoths, forgetting even to breathe.

"Bang!"

The passenger door of the first car was suddenly pushed open.

Erga jumped down.

This kid's really showing his true colors today.

In the dead of winter, he was wearing a pair of sunglasses that looked like they came from nowhere, almost completely obscuring half his face. He was also clutching a bulging black leather bag tightly to his arm, as if afraid of dropping it.

As soon as Ergazi got out of the car, he took off his sunglasses, wiped them with the corner of his clothes in a nonchalant manner, and then waved at the group of terrified villagers, his voice so loud that he was afraid no one could hear him:

"Hey, hey, hey! Everyone, move back a little!"

"Uncle Erhu! Take your hand off! Don't touch me!"

Erga pointed at Wang Erhu, who was trying to reach over and touch the car wheel, with a proud look on his face:

"This is a brand new car! Just picked it up from the provincial capital! The paint is so precious!"

Just then.

The driver's side door opened.

Zhao Shanhe got out of the car.

He didn't do any fancy moves or put on airs; he simply jumped down nimbly, his feet crunching loudly on the snow.

But when he stood in front of those three enormous steel monsters, his calm and unwavering aura instantly gave everyone present a sense of direction.

"Mountains and Rivers!"

When the old Party Secretary Liu Da Nao heard the commotion, he threw on his clothes and ran out of the brigade headquarters. He ran so fast that he even lost one of his shoes.

He looked at the three cars that resembled a mountain, then at Zhao Shanhe, his beard trembling with excitement. It took him a long time to finally manage to utter a single sentence:

"Mountains and rivers...this...this is...?"

Zhao Shanhe walked over, bent down to pick up the old Party Secretary's cotton shoes that had fallen to the ground, placed them beside his feet, and gave him a gentle smile.

"Uncle, put your shoes on first, the ground is cold."

Seeing the old Party Secretary's shocked and confused expression, Zhao Shanhe patted the scorching hot front of the car, his tone calm yet firm:

"These are our tools for making a living."

"Uncle, this time I went to the provincial capital and got the road cleared. We've been given a task by the higher-ups; we have to do things for the country and export to the Soviet Union to earn foreign exchange."

"Serving the country?!"

The old Party Secretary and the surrounding villagers' expressions changed instantly upon hearing this.

"right."

Zhao Shanhe nodded, but instead of rushing into the house, he jumped out of the car and, without caring that the ground was dirty, squatted down next to Wang Erhu, who had just been gossiping.

He pulled out an unopened pack of "Da Qianmen" cigarettes from his pocket, tore it open, and casually handed one over:

"Uncle Erhu, stop staring blankly, want one?"

Wang Erhu was flattered and his hands trembled slightly inside his sleeves. He quickly reached out to receive it, his face beaming with a wide smile.

"Oh dear, this...this is too much trouble, it's Daqianmen..."

Zhao Shanhe lit one for himself and, just like when he usually sat by the wall chatting, addressed the dozens of men and women who had gathered around:

"Folks, you've all seen the car; it's indeed a good one. But this car isn't just brought back to be displayed."

He exhaled a smoke ring and pointed to the empty truck bed behind him:

"This is for working."

"I made a pledge in the provincial capital: to send five train cars of goods to the Soviet Union within three months. This job is too heavy; even if Erga and I worked ourselves to the bone, we still couldn't finish it."

At this point, Zhao Shanhe looked up, his gaze sweeping sincerely over the crowd:

"So, I need to ask everyone for help."

"We don't do those empty gestures. What I need now are people, tough guys who are willing to put in the effort, don't try to cheat, and are even willing to fight wild animals."

"I need twenty loader/unloaders; and ten escort/escort workers."

"As for the treatment..." Zhao Shanhe held up one hand, his tone flat, as if he were talking about something trivial:

"50 yuan a month."

"We provide three meals a day, with meat and oil. At the end of the year, we'll also give you half a pig based on your work points."

boom--!

If seeing the car was a visual shock, then the phrase "50 yuan" is an auditory nuclear explosion.

The scene was quiet for a second, then erupted into chaos.

"How...how many? 50?!"

Wang Erhu was so frightened that he dropped his cigarette. He picked it up, blew off the ash, and his eyes widened in shock.

"Shanhe, don't make fun of your uncle! A worker in the county only earns thirty-odd yuan a month, and you're offering fifty?"

"Uncle, when have I ever gone back on my word?"

Zhao Shanhe smiled, patted the black leather bag full of money in Erga's arms, making a crisp "snap" sound:

"Cash only, monthly payments. Anyone who thinks I can't afford it can leave now."

Now, who would be willing to leave?

The look in everyone's eyes changed instantly; it was the look of hungry wolves eyeing meat, but more than that, it was a look of admiration for Zhao Shanhe.

"Mountains and rivers! I'll do it! I have the strength!"

"Don't push! I'm signing up too! I used to carry logs in the forest!"

The situation was on the verge of spiraling out of control.

Zhao Shanhe stood up, without shouting or yelling, he simply waved his hand:

"Don't rush, let's follow the rules."

"Erga Zi, take down that anti-skid chain that's used to weigh down the car and throw it on the ground."

"This job is tiring; you can't do it without real strength. We don't bother with those interviews; they're too superficial."

Zhao Shanhe pointed to the pile of iron chains on the ground, which weighed over a hundred pounds:

"Anyone who wants to do loading and unloading, lift this chain and walk around the truck three times. If you can do it without breaking a sweat, go register with Uncle Liu, and you'll start work tomorrow!"

"As for the escorts..." Zhao Shanhe looked at the few veterans in the crowd, "They have to know how to shoot and be brave. I'll pick them myself."

This "physical assessment" method is so down-to-earth and exactly what these rural men want.

It is both fair and intuitive.

"I'll go first!"

A burly man with bare chest rushed out, roared, grabbed the iron chain, and slammed it onto his shoulder.

In the courtyard of the brigade headquarters, shouts and cheers filled the air, creating a lively and enthusiastic atmosphere.