Flip the Table and Split the Family! I Take My Wife and Daughter to the Mountains for Meat Every Meal

“You’re the eldest. You’re the backbone of the family, so you have to give way to your younger brothers.” In his previous life, Zhao Shanhe was brainwashed by that curse and worked like an ox his entire life. He emptied his savings to support his second brother’s career in government and helped his third brother build a house. In the end, his pregnant wife was forced to work in the fields until she and the baby both died, and they didn’t even get a proper grave. His feverish daughter couldn’t afford treatment and burned herself mute. Then his third brother secretly sold her to a human trafficker in exchange for bride-price money! Zhao Shanhe worked himself to death, while those bloodsucking relatives only cared about fighting over his inheritance. Not one of them shed a tear! Heaven had eyes! He opened them again in the bitter winter of 1980. That very day, his second brother wore the new cotton shoes Lin Xiu had worked herself half-blind making, and drank the thick porridge his mother had secretly sweetened with sugar. Then he sneered at Zhao Shanhe and told him to fetch water barefoot. His third brother had burned the red hair ribbon Zhao Shanhe bought for his daughter, and grinned, “Sell that little girl. That’ll give me enough for my bride price!” Looking at his wife and daughter huddled in a corner, chewing on frozen corn buns, Zhao Shanhe laughed in fury. To hell with being a father to his younger brothers! He slapped the table over with one swift blow. “We’re splitting the family! Give me back the money I earned with my blood and sweat! I’m done living like this!” In this life, he would live differently! He slung his old hunting rifle over his shoulder, roused his divine hound, and plunged into the vast Changbai Mountains! He tracked down prized sable in the snow, shot a thousand-kilogram wild boar king, and dug up century-old ginseng deep in the mountains! In this golden age, he vowed to make up for everything he had denied his wife and daughter a thousand times over, dressing them in finery and serving meat at every meal! And that bloodsucking family? When they saw Zhao Shanhe build a red-brick house and buy a car, his relatives, starving and freezing in their dilapidated home, wept and knelt in front of his luxury car, begging for forgiveness. Zhao Shanhe coldly tossed a meaty bone to his giant wolfhound. “Want meat? Even the dog gets some. You won’t even get the broth!”