Reborn in Changbai Mountain, I rely on my divine eyes to dig ginseng and hunt

Old Duan was surprised: "It turns out to be Director Liu. Welcome to our village. We have honey in our village. It is pure real honey, definitely not syrup honey produced in the factory."

"Okay uncle, you are busy, we will continue shopping."

As soon as Liu Xia Lian left, Lao Duan's business suddenly picked up. He sold four or five bottles in a short time and was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling.

October 31st, one month after the National Day, the weather is gradually getting colder. Winter comes early in the Northeast, and we have already started wearing autumn clothes.

That morning, Zhao Hua, Zhao Yong and four retired veterans from Zhaojia Village came to the kimchi factory.

Liu Xia Lian took a look and was surprised to find that it was quite large.

Zhao Yong was quite impatient. It was only ten o'clock when he started to urge: "Sister, when do we start to leave?"

"Dayong, why are you in such a hurry? It's still early. The opening will be tomorrow, and it will only take five or six hours to get there. We are driving a commercial vehicle, not a tractor."

"It's not just me who went there today. There are also four comrades from the nearby village. They all have a good relationship with Lao Sun. He has become a chef and opened a restaurant. They all went to congratulate him."

"Okay, I see you're feeling anxious, so we'll set off when Daya comes."

Zhao Yong waited patiently for a while, and Daya finally arrived in the village horse-drawn carriage. It was obvious that she had slept in.

There was a new jeep in the parking lot, a soft-top jeep with a tarpaulin top, but the paint, interior, and tires were all brand new.

Zhao Yong ran over and looked around: "Oh my god, this is a new car, brand new, definitely not a refurbished second-hand car, even the chassis is new."

Liu Xialian waved the car keys and threw them to Zhao Hua: "This car will be yours from now on."

Zhao Hua was stunned: "Mine? This car must cost tens of thousands, what a waste."

"It's free. I went to southern Xinjiang some time ago. Later, the bureau verified the results of the battle. In that battle, we almost completely wiped out the Nanyang sorcerer hired by Yue State. We exceeded the mission, so we rewarded you with this car. Although it looks the same as the ordinary civilian version, this is a real military version with 260 horsepower, a thickened chassis, and thickened steel plates on the front and rear doors. The style is also quite sturdy, most suitable for men to drive. It will belong to you from now on."

Zhao Hua was a little overwhelmed, but very happy.

Zhao Yong grabbed the key and said, "You two are still showing off your affection here. Let me drive the car first."

Zhao Yong got into the car and started the engine. Zhao Hua hurriedly chased after him, and the two ran out to play.

Everyone else went to the canteen to eat and didn't have time to eat breakfast. It was quite late at this time, but there was food in the canteen, including corn porridge, steamed buns, and pickles. After they were full, they packed a bag of steamed buns for Daya.

There were eight people in total, and actually one commercial vehicle could have accommodated them, but Zhao Hua was like a child who got a new toy, so the man spoiled him and let him and Dayong drive the new car to take four comrades. Liu Xialian and Daya drove the commercial vehicle, and the eight people drove two cars straight to the provincial capital. The distance was only more than 500 miles, and a tractor would take seven or eight hours, but a car was very fast.

It only took about five or six hours to drive slowly, and we were almost in the city at about four in the afternoon.

Maybe Zhao Hua’s new car was too eye-catching, and somehow he bumped into a Toyota sedan. Liu Xia Lian didn’t know which model it was, but the car was quite new and there were five people sitting in it.

Moreover, it was obvious at first glance that Liu Xia Lian was not a good person. There was a red skull warning on her head, and there were two pistols and three machetes in the car.

The people in the car were trying to cut in frantically, so Zhao Hua braked several times to give way.

Zhao Yong was cursing: "These bastards are so desperate, just run them over and kill them."

Zhao Hua also accepted the provocation, stopped the car on the side of the road and waited for a while.

Zhao Yong said, "You are a coward. Come here and let me drive. I will definitely deal with them."

Zhao Hua held the steering wheel and said, "Get lost! Don't fucking hurt me! I'm getting married in ten days. Why would I mess with them?"

But the tree wanted to be still but the wind did not stop, Zhao Hua stopped the car and the Toyota sedan in front also slowed down.

Liu Xialian got out of the car, took two shotguns and threw them to Zhao Hua and Zhao Yong: "Load the bullets, be careful, there are five people on the other side, two pistols and three machetes."

The four comrades in the car said, "What about us? Do we still have weapons?"

"We've already entered the city. We can't give you weapons even if we have them. You don't have a permit. There are shovels for digging ginseng. Each person should take one. If a fight really breaks out, you'll have a tool. We don't know where they come from, so be careful."

Sometimes the more tolerant you are, the more arrogant the other party will become. Zhao Hua's idea was simple: get married immediately and live a peaceful life.

But when the Toyota sedan in front saw that the new jeep was not moving, it also stopped and started cursing in front.

They actually turned around and blocked the jeep. Five people got out after opening the door. They were all young men in their thirties. The one in the lead was a tall and strong man, more than 1.8 meters tall, with strong muscles all over his body. The one next to him was about 1.7 meters tall, with a middle-parted hair. The three people behind him were holding machetes.

Zhao Hua and others were in the car, opening the windows and watching.

The man with the middle-parted hair pointed at Zhao Hua and started to curse: "You little bastard, don't you have eyes? How dare you overtake Third Master's car? Where are you from? You don't know who you are when you drive a new car?"

Zhao Hua frowned and said, "I'm sorry, brother. I'm from the county and I don't know the third brother."

"What's the matter? There are so many troublemakers coming from the county. If you don't accept my advice, I'll deal with you." The man with the middle-parted hair was unyielding and kept cursing.

Zhao Hua, Zhao Yong and the four comrades in the back seat are all veterans who have seen blood with bayonets. They are not afraid of bullets and rain of guns. How could they be afraid of you, a gangster?

A group of six people opened the car door and got out. Zhao Hua and Zhao Yong were holding five-shot hunting rifles, and the four people behind them were holding shovels for farming.

Liu Xia Lian had nothing in her hands, while Daya had a steel mace in her hand and a hunting rifle on her back.

The five people on the opposite side were stunned. They wanted to act tough, but they hit a wall. What kind of a pose is this? If you want a gun, you have a gun. If you want a shovel, you have a shovel.

The big man in the lead was an important figure. He quickly bowed and said, "I'm sorry, I have picked the wrong person." Then he was about to leave.

Then Liu Xialian shouted, "Stop! Did I let you go?"

"Who are you and who are you hanging out with?"

Liu Xia Lian asked repeatedly, saying that it would be fine if there was no conflict, but once a conflict occurred, she must know who was responsible, otherwise she would not know who to seek revenge on if someone plotted against her.

The five of them turned around and the middle-parted man pointed at the big man and said, "It looks like he is really a foreigner. This is my Third Master Sang Biao. If you tell me where he is from, I'll scare you to death. The Red Romantic Dance Hall in the provincial capital is owned by Third Master."

When Liu Xia Lian heard this, she understood. There was a big brother in the provincial capital who had four brothers under him. They controlled more than 80% of the gray industries in the provincial capital. This San Ye should be the third among them and an absolute powerful one.