Transmigrated as a Vicious Old Man in the 60s, Crushing Ungrateful People at the Start!

When a promising young man from the 21st century transmigrates to the 1960s, he transforms into the notoriously vicious old man Zhao Youcai. He finds himself surrounded by a horde of troublesome de...

Chapter 101 The Slap in the Face Came So Quickly

The Revolutionary Committee members stormed into the Zhao family's house.

Zhao Youcai was still wondering what had happened when he saw that the boxes of instant noodles he had prepared to give to the military had been smashed by this group of fierce-looking men.

The one who made the sound was the eldest daughter-in-law. She rushed over to stop the group of people, but instead got hit with a stick and cried out in pain.

Zhao Youcai was also getting angry. It was one thing to curse and smash things, but why did he have to hit people?

Just as he was about to roll up his sleeves and reason with these people, the captain, who had received the news and was rushing over, was so frightened that his eyes widened and he hurriedly grabbed Zhao Youcai's arm.

"Don't be impulsive. These people are not people like us peasants can afford to offend. Quickly send your third son to town to call for reinforcements."

Unfortunately, Zhao Jianhua, the third son, was stopped at the door as soon as he made a move.

"Did I say you could leave? Go back!"

Zhao Jianhua looked at the person holding the wooden stick with great frustration, thinking that he couldn't afford to be disfigured, since he was going to get married soon.

She could only walk back angrily and stand next to Zhao Youcai.

He was worried that these people were so unreasonable, what if they smashed things and then went berserk and beat his father?

At least Zhao Jianhua is a strong and healthy young man, and he can definitely take a beating better than his father.

When the Revolutionary Committee members saw that someone dared to rush over and whisper in Zhao Youcai's ear even when they were at their door, they knew what was going on.

He raised his chin and gestured towards Zhao Youliang, asking with utter disdain, "Are you the brigade leader of Zhao Family Village?"

Zhao Youliang smiled and nodded, then reluctantly pulled out half a pack of Daqianmen cigarettes from his pocket and handed one over.

Heaven knows how precious this pack of cigarettes is. I secretly swiped it from the table when no one was looking during a large meeting in town last year during the Spring Festival.

I haven't smoked a single one since I got them; I plan to save them for when important guests come to visit.

Now that they've given it away to these bastards, it's making my heart bleed.

The man who was smashing things didn't hold back either. He not only took the cigarette but also snatched the half-packet from the captain's hand.

"The brothers came all the way from the county, it's not too much to ask for a cigarette from you, is it?"

Although it was a question, the tone and attitude clearly indicated that the person was taking the lead.

No matter how unwilling Zhao Youliang was, he could only nod with a smile at this moment.

He was cursing under his breath, but he had to be respectful to his face. It was incredibly frustrating.

Soon, everything that could be smashed in Zhao Youcai's courtyard had been smashed, and they finally got to the point.

"Speculation is wrong, and serious cases can lead to execution. Hand over all the money your family has made through speculation recently, and come back to the county with us to serve three years in prison, and we'll call it even."

Zhao Youcai was about to lose his temper. He just couldn't understand how these bastards had survived to this age without being beaten to death.

Are the people in the county so spineless, letting these bastards bully them without fighting back?

What Zhao Youcai didn't know was that anyone who could make a trip to Zhao Jiagou was considered a nobody in the county, at best a thug.

These days, anyone who comes to this godforsaken village is doing it for personal gain.

As long as Zhao Youcai's "tribute" is sufficient, this matter can be considered either a big deal or a small deal.

Unfortunately, this group of people were making too much of a fuss. Zhao Youcai had never suffered such a loss in his life, and he refused to admit defeat no matter what.

"Are you sure you want me to go to jail?" Zhao Youcai asked coldly, his eyes narrowed.

"Nonsense! You old bastard, you've been involved in speculation and profiteering. It's good enough that you haven't been shot. A few years in jail would be too lenient for you!"

The leader spoke arrogantly, completely oblivious to the mockery in Zhao Youcai's eyes.

If it were any other ordinary people, these people's threats might have worked, but to Zhao Youcai, it was child's play.

They didn't even look at what they were smashing. If they dared to touch the military region's supplies, who knows who would die first?

I just don't know when the military region will come to support me, or whether I can hold out until they do.

Speak of the devil, and he shall appear.

The people in the military region really couldn't help but keep talking about it.

A jolt of vibration came from the ground as a large truck rolled over it, and the distinctive hum of an engine grew closer.

Zhao Youcai's eyes lit up.

It’s here, it’s finally here.

If you don't come soon, not only will the daylily be cold, but the people who make it will be cold too.

The leaders of the Revolutionary Committee were completely dumbfounded when they saw people in military uniforms walk into the courtyard.

It wasn't until the cigarette butt burned too long and some ash that hadn't been brushed off suddenly fell and burned my chin that I came to my senses.

He quickly threw away the remaining bit of cigarette butt, then approached with a bright smile.

"Hello, comrades. What brings you here?"

The person who came was none other than the soldier who had come yesterday to deliver Zhao Youcai's advanced individual honor and bonus, and who also took away a large bag of instant noodles.

Seeing the messy courtyard, he frowned deeply.

The courtyard was perfectly fine when I left yesterday. How did it become such a mess overnight?

Seeing the Zhao family's angry but unable-to-speak, and extremely aggrieved expressions, the soldier immediately understood the situation.

This man has shifty eyes and his gaze wanders around. He's suddenly trying to get close to me out of nowhere; he's definitely up to cause trouble.

The soldier snorted coldly, completely ignoring him. Instead, he flashed an even brighter smile than the soldier and headed straight for Zhao Youcai.

"Comrade Zhao, I'm late, you've been wronged."

A bad feeling instantly rose in the hearts of the rioting crowd, and they could hardly hold onto the large wooden sticks in their hands.

When Zhao Youcai saw that his backer had finally arrived, he felt he would be doing himself a disservice if he didn't file a complaint about the losses his family had suffered.

However, there are always ways to speak, and the art of language is a profound subject. If used well, it can be a deadly weapon.

Zhao Youcai made no mention of the shock and damage his family had suffered. Instead, he looked sadly at the pile of instant noodles, sighed deeply, and shook his head heavily.

"What a pity, all the instant noodles prepared for the soldiers were smashed."

Everyone gasped in shock, especially the man who had led the vandalism; he was nearly terrified. He also felt a growing resentment towards that old geezer, Zhao Youcai.

Why didn't he say sooner that he had the military backing him up? If he had known that Zhao Youcai had such a powerful backer, would he have dared to be so presumptuous?

He ground down his back teeth again, and even grew to hate the young punk who had gone to the county to complain.

I regret not asking the kid who came to complain yesterday what his name was, but he should also be from the vicinity of Zhaojiagou.

Judging from his face, which hadn't been exposed to the elements, he seemed to be living a good life and was very likely from the town.

I'll ask a few of my brothers in town to help me find out. If we really find that brat, we'll teach him a lesson and vent our anger.

The most urgent thing is to get this matter over with; we absolutely cannot let it end here in this little courtyard.

"Huh? You're Comrade Zhao? We're looking for Comrade Qian. I'm so sorry, we've got the wrong person."

That's a really lame excuse. Going to Zhaojiagou to find a Qian family that doesn't even exist? What were they thinking?