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

Even as the sun began to set, the lively atmosphere at the Zhao family's gate hadn't subsided.

While everyone was lining up to sell their goods, Old Lady Zhao and Old Man Zhao were sneaking around behind the millstone.

Zhao Laosan, clutching a cloth bag, nervously swallowed, "Mother, are we really not going? That could sell for a hundred yuan..."

"Go to hell! Are you brain-dead?"

Old Mrs. Zhao pinched her son hard, her eyes full of calculation: "That ingrate eldest son hates us to the core now. If we go, he definitely won't accept us! He might even set his dogs on us!"

"Then... what should we do?"

"See that 'Zhao the Rascal'?" Old Mrs. Zhao gestured with her chin.

Not far away, Zhao Erlaizi, the village's notorious loafer, was chewing on a straw, watching Zhao Shanhe hand out money with longing. But he was too lazy to do anything and had no goods in his hands, so he could only watch.

"Call him over," Old Lady Zhao said with a sinister smile. "Give him two yuan as a running fee and let him sell it. Just say he's the one who made the leather. We'll split the money once we get it."

……

A few minutes later.

Zhao Erlaizi puffed out his chest, held his head high, and smugly pushed through the crowd, slamming a cloth bag onto Zhao Shanhe's table.

"Make way! Make way, everyone! I have a large shipment!"

Zhao Erlaizi shouted loudly, "Shanhe... oh no, Boss Zhao! I've come to show my support! This is a treasure, can you take a look?"

Zhao Shanhe looked up and glanced at this petty thief, his brows furrowing slightly.

But when you're running a business, there's no reason to turn people away.

"Open it and take a look," Zhao Shanhe said calmly.

Zhao Erlaizi smugly untied the cloth bundle and gave it a sudden shake.

"Whoosh—"

A bright red fox pelt was spread out in the setting sun, its fur as red as a burning fire, glossy and smooth from head to tail, without a single stray hair.

The surrounding villagers gasped in shock.

"My goodness! A fiery fox? That's an auspicious omen!"

"This quality is amazing! Compared to this, the leather from the supply and marketing cooperative is practically a rag!"

Hearing the crowd's exclamations, Zhao Erlaizi, with his nostrils flared, said arrogantly, "How about it, Boss Zhao? I spent a tremendous amount of time and effort, spending three days and three nights in the deep mountains and forests to hunt this down! Give me a straight answer, one hundred yuan, not a penny less!"

Zhao Shanhe stared at the leather, his eyes instantly becoming incredibly deep.

He didn't rush to speak, but instead reached out and gently stroked the fox's head, finally stopping his finger at the fox's left eye.

There was a tiny, pinhole-sized bullet hole there.

Familiar. Too familiar.

A cold smile suddenly appeared on Zhao Shanhe's lips as he looked up at Zhao Erlaizi:

"Did you hit him?"

"Of course...of course! Who else could it be if not me?" Zhao Erlaizi's eyes flickered, but he still forced a boast, "My marksmanship is excellent!"

"Oh? You're a good shot?"

Zhao Shanhe slammed his hand on the table, the sound like a thunderclap:

"Zhao Erlaizi! You don't even have a decent gun, and you can't even hit a pheasant normally. How could you possibly hit this demonic fire fox?"

"Moreover, the method of peeling off this skin is a unique 'skinning' technique used by the old hunters of Kaoshantun, with the incision made inside the lip. Do you know how to do that?"

Zhao Erlaizi was stunned by the question, and cold sweat poured down his face: "I...I was just lucky..."

"Just lucky?"

Zhao Shanhe didn't want to waste any more words with him. He grabbed the leather piece, pointed to the tiny bullet hole, and shouted to the whole village:

"Fellow villagers! I recognize this hide!"

"This was three years ago, on the day of Laba Festival, I shot it from the top of Laoheishan Mountain! To preserve the pelt, I shot it through its left eye from a distance of 100 meters!"

"When I brought this pelt home, it was stolen before I could even sell it! They told me it was chewed up by rats and had to be thrown away!"

Zhao Shanhe stared at Zhao Erlaizi, his eyes sharp as knives:

"What? You're that 'rat'? Zhao Erlaizi, you've got some nerve, daring to steal from my house?"

Once those words were spoken, the nature of the matter changed.

Speculation and profiteering are minor matters, but stealing can lead to criticism and even imprisonment!

Zhao Erlaizi was so frightened that his legs went weak, especially when he saw the black dragon next to him standing up with its teeth bared and letting out a low growl.

"No...it wasn't me! I didn't steal it!"

Zhao Erlaizi panicked completely. In order to protect himself, he didn't think twice, turned around, pointed to the millstone behind the crowd, and shouted:

"It was Old Lady Zhao! And Zhao Laosan! They gave it to me!"

"They say these are the ones you fought with years ago, and they hid them! Now that they see you're offering high prices for hides, they're embarrassed to show themselves, so they hired me to sell them! There's a reason for this, so go find them!"

Wow!

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Instantly, everyone's eyes turned like searchlights, all focused on the mother and child hiding behind the millstone.

"My God, this is so shameless!"

"You lied to your own son back then, saying the leather was damaged, but actually you pocketed it?"

"Now that their son is rich, they're using his things to swindle him out of money? Is this even human?"

Grandma Zhao and Zhao Laosan tried to run away, but they were surrounded by angry villagers and couldn't escape at all.

Zhao Shanhe carried the red fox pelt and walked step by step to Old Lady Zhao.

"Mother, what a clever plan!"

Zhao Shanhe's voice was devoid of emotion, yet it sent chills down one's spine:

"Three years ago, I wanted to sell this pelt to buy medicine for Xiuer, but you insisted it was lost. It turns out it had been sitting at the bottom of your trunk for three years."

Do you think I, Zhao Shanhe, am stupid, or do you think God is blind?

Old Mrs. Zhao's face turned as red as a pig's liver, and she stubbornly tried to throw a tantrum: "Those things from before the family division belonged to the common people! I'm your mother, what's wrong with me keeping them for you?"

"custody?"

Zhao Shanhe sneered: "Fine, since you were keeping it for me, now it's yours to keep."

After saying that, he rolled up the leather and handed it to Lin Xiu behind him.

"As for money..."

Looking at the expectant Zhao Erlaizi and the greedy Zhao Laotai, Zhao Shanhe took out a penny from his pocket and flicked it out gently.

The coin traced an arc in the air and landed right in the mud at Old Lady Zhao's feet.

"This penny is for your 'storage fee' and 'errand fee'."

"Take the money and get out!"

"If you dare to disgust me with this filth again, don't blame me for being ruthless and sending you straight to the police station!"

"good!!"

The surrounding villagers erupted in thunderous cheers.

"That's how you deal with vampires!"

Looking at the penny on the ground and then at the disdainful looks from those around her, Old Lady Zhao knew that she had completely lost face today and would never be able to hold her head up in the village again.

She burst into tears, too ashamed to pick up the penny, and dragged Zhao Laosan, who was equally embarrassed, along with her, ashamedly slipped out of the crowd and ran away.

Zhao Erlaizi also wanted to run away, but Zhao Shanhe stopped him.

"You scoundrel, learn your lesson. If you dare to help them do such despicable things again, I'll show you what it means for a shotgun to be blind."

"Yes, yes, yes! I'll never do it again!" Zhao Erlaizi scrambled away.