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

Chapter 104 Dividing the Money

The next morning.

Sunlight streamed through the paper windows and fell on the stack of quilts at the end of the kang (a heated brick bed).

Zhao Shanhe suddenly opened his eyes.

My first sensation was pain; it felt like my brain had been stabbed hard with an awl, the lingering effect of industrial alcohol.

My second feeling was thirst; it felt like there was a burning cotton ball stuck in my throat.

"water……"

He had barely managed to utter a single word when a hand with rough calluses handed him an enamel mug.

The temperature is just right, not too hot to burn your mouth.

Zhao Shanhe took it and gulped it down in one go.

He let out a long breath, and only then did he feel his soul return to his body.

Lin Xiu sat on the edge of the kang (a heated brick bed), holding a bowl of steaming sauerkraut soup in her hand, her eyes still filled with lingering worry.

"woke up?"

Lin Xiu handed over the bowl, her voice soft:

"The hangover soup has been simmering in the pot overnight, with extra vinegar and ginger added. Drink it while it's hot."

Zhao Shanhe took the bowl, and without saying a word, he tilted his head back and drank it down.

The hot and sour soup slid down my esophagus into my stomach, and the nausea that was churning inside me was finally subsided.

"What time is it?" Zhao Shanhe wiped his mouth.

It's almost noon.

Lin Xiu took the empty bowl, hesitated for a moment, and then pointed to the locked drawer at the bottom of the kang cabinet:

"That thing... I locked it in the closet. Last night I was worried, so I wrapped it in three layers of old clothes."

She was talking about money.

With so much money in the house, she barely dared to close her eyes all night, her heart pounding at the slightest sound.

"Just lock it up."

Zhao Shanhe rubbed his temples, then rolled over and got off the kang (heated brick bed).

"There will be more and more of these things in the future, you'll have to get used to it."

"Still too?"

Lin Xiu was startled, and her face changed:

"Shanhe, we...we've done enough. This much money is enough to last several lifetimes, don't risk your life anymore."

Zhao Shanhe paused for a moment.

He turned around, looked at the woman who was terrified by the hardships of life, and reached out to tidy up the messy hair at her temples.

"This is nothing."

Zhao Shanhe's voice wasn't loud, but it was very steady:

"We not only need to avoid freezing, but we also need to be respected. Ya Ya needs to go to university, move to the city, and live a good life."

As they were talking, there was a movement inside the blanket.

A little head popped out, sleepy-eyed, its hair a mess like a bird's nest.

It's Yaya.

The little girl rubbed her eyes, and when she saw Zhao Shanhe standing by the kang (a heated brick bed), her eyes lit up instantly.

"dad!"

Ya Ya didn't even wear a cotton-padded coat; she came running over barefoot and grabbed Zhao Shanhe's leg.

"Dad, you're back!"

Zhao Shanhe's cold and hard face softened in that instant.

He bent down, not minding the smell of alcohol on his clothes, and picked up his daughter, his stubble brushing against Yaya's delicate little face.

"Oops, it's sunk."

"Stab! Daddy stab!"

Ya Ya giggled and dodged, pushing Zhao Shanhe's chin with her two little hands, but her body snuggled even tighter into his arms.

"Dad, Uncle Erga said you went to fight bad guys."

Ya Ya blinked her big eyes, her face full of admiration:

"Were the bad guys driven away?"

"They drove them away."

Zhao Shanhe bounced the girl in his arms and laughed heartily:

"Not only did they chase them away, but Dad also managed to get a lot of delicious food back for Yaya."

"I want to eat candy, the kind from White Rabbit!" Ya Ya seized the opportunity to make her request.

"Buy! I also need to buy new clothes and a washing machine!"

Zhao Shanhe glanced at the television on the cabinet that he had recently bought, then put Ya Ya back in bed and tucked her in.

"Be good, stay in bed a little longer, Daddy has important business to attend to."

The voice just fell.

The green dragon in the courtyard roared twice.

Immediately afterwards, the door was pushed open, and a gust of cold wind, accompanied by Erga's loud voice, rushed in.

"Brother! Are you awake?"

Erga was covered in snow, his face was red from the cold, and he was carrying two oil paper packages in his hands. It was clear that he had just returned from the township supply and marketing cooperative.

Upon entering the room, Ergaizi saw Zhao Shanhe already standing on the ground and grinned.

"Hey, I knew you were in great shape! You threw up like that last night, but you're acting like nothing happened today."

Zhao Shanhe glared at him:

"Stop being so poor. Where's the car?"

"It's parked in the brigade headquarters yard. I have someone watching it, it's fine."

Erga Zi placed the oil paper package on the table; it contained two jin of pig's head meat and a bottle of strong liquor.

"I figured you'd need some fresh air once you woke up, so I bought some snacks to go with your drinks."

Zhao Shanhe waved his hand, not even glancing at the pig's head meat.

He walked to the washbasin stand, washed his face with cold water, dried it thoroughly with a towel, and his eyes regained their sharpness.

"Gazi".

"Hey, bro."

"Go and inform them."

Zhao Shanhe draped the towel over the rack, his tone crisp and decisive:

"Go and invite Uncle Liu. Also, Dazhuang, Sanlengzi... all those who came with us to the mountains to collect goods this time, and those who helped guard the truck these past few days, call them all to my house."

Erga was taken aback, then his eyes lit up:

"Brother, you need to..."

Zhao Shanhe walked to the cabinet, took out his key, and opened the drawer that Lin Xiu had wrapped in three layers of old clothes.

He pulled out the heavy black leather bag and slammed it heavily on the kang table.

"Snapped!"

The sound made hearts race.

Zhao Shanhe unzipped his jacket, revealing bundles of "Great Unity" cigarettes inside.

"We can't let our brothers see us eating meat."

Zhao Shanhe lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and looked at Ergaizi:

"Everyone gets a share."

"Go and call someone."

"immediately!!"

Erga shouted excitedly, turned around and ran outside, almost tearing the curtain off the door.

In the room.

Lin Xiu looked at the bag of money, then at Zhao Shanhe, and this time she didn't try to persuade him again.

She silently walked to the stove and began adding water to the pot, preparing to make tea.

She knew her husband had something to do.

Less than ten minutes.

The Zhao family's courtyard became lively.

Old Liu, wearing an old sheepskin coat and carrying a pipe, walked shakily at the front.

Behind him followed seven or eight burly men, all tough guys from Kaoshantun.

With Zhao Shanhe away these past few days, it's all been up to Uncle Liu to keep watch, leading this group of people day and night to guard the mountain goods they've collected.

As soon as everyone entered the room, they brought with them a chill. They were chatting and laughing at the same time, but when they saw the open black leather bag on the kang table, all their voices seemed to be cut off by a knife, and they instantly fell silent.

That's money.

A thick stack of papers, glaringly red, piled up like a small mountain.

In this remote mountain village where the entire family's combined labor only earns a few hundred yuan a year, the impact of this table full of money is greater than that of an atomic bomb.

Several people stood at the door, at a loss, not even knowing where to put their hands.

"What are you all standing there for? Afraid of getting bitten?"

Zhao Shanhe sat cross-legged on the kang (a heated brick bed) and pointed to the stool on the floor:

"Third Master, please sit down."

The crowd then came to their senses and awkwardly found places to sit down, but their eyes remained fixed on the briefcase.

"Brother...this...this is..."

Dazhuang was a straightforward person. He swallowed hard and stared intently at the money.

"The shipment went smoothly this time."

Without saying a word, Zhao Shanhe reached into his bag and grabbed a stack of ten-yuan notes.

"Gazi, there's no need to look at the ledger."

Zhao Shanhe's gaze swept across everyone's faces:

"Thank you all for your hard work these past few days. I appreciate it all."

"I've said it before, if you work for me, Zhao Shanhe, you won't go hungry."

After saying that, he didn't even count the money and handed the half-stack of money to Master Liu.

"Third Master, you've been working hard these past few days, helping me keep things under control. Here's a small token of appreciation for your tea, five hundred."

"Five...five hundred?!"

The pipe in Uncle Liu's hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

He dedicated his life to the revolution, and his monthly pension was only a few dozen yuan. This five hundred yuan is equivalent to his living expenses for a whole year!

"This...this is too much! We can't do this!"

Liu Sanye's hands were trembling as he declined to accept the offer.

"Take it."

Zhao Shanhe forced the money into the old man's hand:

"Without you in charge, those envious folks in the village would have started a huge fuss long ago. You deserve this."

Then, he grabbed a few more stacks and tore off the seals.

"Dazhuang, Sanlengzi."

Zhao Shanhe counted ten bills, a hundred yuan each, and threw them directly to Dazhuang:

"You must have been freezing these past few nights on watch, right? Here, buy some meat for the kids."

"Brother... one hundred?!"

Da Zhuang stared wide-eyed at the brand-new ten-yuan bills in his hand, his breathing quickening.

He worked in the production team for a month, and the work points he earned amounted to only about thirty yuan. This hundred yuan is equivalent to three months' worth of his work!

"Take it."

Zhao Shanhe's position is beyond question.

"San Lengzi, one hundred."

"Ergou, one hundred."

"Tie him up, one hundred..."

The room was quiet except for the sound of money being handed out.

Every man who received the money had trembling hands and red eyes.

This isn't money.

This is enough food for the family for several months, new clothes for the children, and a sewing machine that my wife has been looking forward to for a year!

After dividing into one circle.

Zhao Shanhe tucked the remaining large piece of dough back into the bag.

He looked at the group of men in the room, their eyes filled with tears, his tone still calm, but exuding an undeniable air of authority:

"Keep the money in your pocket."

"This matter is best kept to yourself."

Zhao Shanhe stubbed out his cigarette, his eyes gleaming:

"This is only the first trip."

"As long as everyone is united and follows me."

He patted the black leather bag:

"We'll have these bags with every meal from now on."

"Dazhuang".

"Hey! Brother!" Da Zhuang suddenly stood up straight, his voice booming.