Zhao Wei’s grandmother’s home.
Zhao Qian, with a big belly, walked into the yard with a gait that showed he didn't care about anyone.
At this time, the yard still seemed to be peaceful and tranquil.
As for Zhao Wei, he stopped under a sycamore tree outside the yard and waited.
Zhao Qian has no interest in doing good things, but he is quite talented in doing bad things.
What Zhao Wei asked him to do was to gather the whole family together, preferably to lure his grandparents and uncle out of the yard.
If he could do that, he would have a whole roast chicken to eat.
Although I am full at this time, I still want to eat something good for the next meal.
Zhao Qian is a man who can do whatever he wants in order to get food.
Who told him that he was his uncle's only child, and he had been spoiled since childhood? This bad temper was just what Zhao Wei took advantage of.
Sure enough, not long after, earth-shattering ghost screams were heard coming from the yard.
Then came the figure of Zhao Qian running away frantically.
The noise was so loud that it alarmed many people living nearby, who grumbled in annoyance.
"The Zhao family has so many problems. They make trouble every other day. How can they live like this?"
Thinking it was just an ordinary thing, these people were too lazy to leave the warm stove and run out to watch the fun.
The main reason was that the weather was too cold. The northwest wind was blowing, and it felt like a knife cutting my face, so painful.
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Outside.
His grandmother took the lead, holding a small broom in her hand, standing at the gate of the yard, pointing at Zhao Qian and cursing.
"You prodigal son, I bought this pickle jar with great difficulty, and I haven't even started using it yet, but you broke it like this. Do you want to piss me off to death?"
His grandfather stamped his feet in grief.
"That's worth two cents. You're such an ignorant little bastard that you just smashed it."
"If you run away, don't come back, or we'll deal with you!"
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Zhao Qian saw that they didn't chase him, so he just cursed happily and subconsciously glanced at Zhao Wei.
Zhao Wei spread his hands coldly to him and pretended to leave.
This departure means that Zhao Qian’s work was in vain, and he will no longer have any roast chicken to eat.
He gritted his teeth and started yelling at his parents and his father who had chased after them.
"Tsk, it's just a broken jar, what's the big deal? I'll smash it again tomorrow, lululu..."
He really worked hard to get food.
I bet my dad wouldn’t be willing to beat him to death.
This look of asking for trouble is really hateful.
So, the grandmother threw the broom directly over to teach the brat a lesson.
As a result, although he hit the grandmother with his skills, Zhao Qian still thought the matter was not serious enough, so he picked up the broom and threw it back at her grandmother against the will of heaven.
This kind of behavior is intolerable to anyone.
Zhao Wei watched as his eldest uncle rushed out first, angrily calling him a rebellious son.
Zhao Qian didn't want to be beaten passively, so he turned around and ran out of the village.
The two old men originally just wanted to curse, but now they were so angry that they chased after him and started yelling.
"Beat him. You must beat this little bastard. He is so rebellious. He dares to do such a thing at such a young age. What will happen to him when he grows up?"
His aunt naturally felt sorry for her son Zhao Qian, and was afraid that her uncle, in anger, would beat her son to death, so she chased after him worriedly.
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So, the whole family ran out of the yard and soon disappeared.
As for Zhao Long, the last time Zhao Wei saw him, he had a broken brick thrown at him and his head was broken.
He was currently lying on the kang recuperating from his injuries, groaning constantly. Naturally, he was powerless to do anything about what was happening outside.
As for my third uncle's family, they had long since been destroyed. My third aunt remarried with her two young children, and the two families had no contact with each other for a long time.
This yard is now an empty city, and Zhao Wei can move freely.
He swaggered into his grandmother's room, lit the kerosene lamp, fumbled in a large box for a long time, and then took out a wooden box.
The box was locked, and no one in the Zhao family knew what was inside except her grandmother.
No one would have thought that this was her secret stash of cash, and the amount was not small.
Normally, no matter whether she had money or not, her grandmother would just cry poor, making her family, including the whole village, really believe that their family was very poor.
Zhao Wei knew the secret of this small box because the original owner had been drinking one time and came back late. When he passed by his grandmother's window, he saw that the oil lamp was still on for the first time.
Farmers try to go to bed early if they can to save on living expenses. No one would be willing to keep the lamp oil lit all day.
Then he must be busy.
So, the original owner curiously poked a hole in the paper-covered window and took a peek.
Unexpectedly, I saw her grandmother take out a thick handful of small bills from the wooden box and count them repeatedly.
Unfortunately, he was quite drunk at the time. After returning home, he was busy ordering his wife Yunxiu around and treating her like a punching bag. After beating her hard, he was so tired that he fell into a deep sleep.
By the next day, his mind was in a mess and he suspected that he was dreaming. He actually dreamed that his grandmother had a handful of money in her hand.
Because someone else came to invite him for a drink that day, the original owner left his family behind and went out to have fun alone, throwing this doubt out of his mind.
At this moment, Zhao Wei was digging out this memory and actually found the wooden box.
Instead of rushing to open it, he ran to Zhao Long's window and peeked inside.
It was discovered that the guy was seriously injured, with white gauze wrapped around his head and blood oozing from it.
This should be his retribution.
But apparently it wasn't enough, and he still had the energy to frame him. The whole family deserved to die.
He sneered, turned and walked out of the yard without disturbing anyone, ran directly to the town, took the bus, and prepared to sell the tiger skin.
No matter how valuable this thing becomes in the future, he can't keep it, after all, he is short of money now.
I arrived at the fur shop as if I knew the place well.
The shopkeeper who received him saw that he was an acquaintance and greeted him with a smile.
"Young man, I see you again so soon, do you have any good leather to sell?"
Zhao Wei nodded: "Yes, I have some valuable leather to sell. Shopkeeper, please get the shop owner here. This deal is quite large, I have to talk to him."
The shopkeeper raised his eyebrows, realizing that Chen Hu's actions this time might be somewhat surprising, unlike the past when he only did small-scale actions.
To be honest, there are quite a lot of common animal skins, such as wolf, deer, antelope... and they can receive them frequently.
After all, there are many hunters in this area, not just a young man like Zhao Wei.
After thinking about it, the shopkeeper asked a waiter to entertain Zhao Wei while he went to call someone in person.
What he didn't expect was that while Zhao Wei was drinking hot tea and warming himself by the charcoal fire, a few acquaintances came into the fur shop.
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