Reborn at 80: From Village Scoundrel to Billionaire

Upon hearing this, Fan Sanyuan and his two sons were stunned.

The three of them looked at each other, and after exchanging glances, Fan Sanyuan carefully examined Liu Bei's familiar face.

He remembered the day Zhao Liuzhi had taken him hostage.

If it weren't for Liu Bei, he would probably be reporting to the King of Hell by now.

Fan Sanyuan has always kept this kindness in his heart.

"Okay. I approve it."

Fan Sanyuan nodded: "How large an area are you planning to apply for?"

"About 100 square meters!"

"100 square meters? Xiao Bei, 100 square meters is too small. There are eight people in your family. Even if half of them move to the new place, it's still four people. 100 square meters is really too small, not suitable!"

Liu Bei: "..."

"Listen to me, either don't apply at all. If you're going to apply, just do it right the first time! According to national policy, the maximum size for a residential plot is 200 square meters. Your family meets that requirement perfectly."

"..."

Liu Bei was stunned for a moment.

Two hundred square meters?

He originally thought that building a 100-square-meter house would be enough.

But after hearing what the village secretary said, he felt it made a lot of sense.

Suddenly, he remembered his past life, when Zhangjia Lake and Daliu Mountain were developed into a 5A-level scenic spot by a certain capital tycoon.

The value of the surrounding land skyrocketed, and many villagers became rich overnight due to the demolition and relocation.

If the land area is larger, the compensation will definitely be greater.

If it weren't for the village secretary's reminder, Liu Bei would have almost missed a chance to get rich quick.

"Okay! I'll listen to the Party Secretary, 200 square meters it is!"

"That's right!" Fan Sanyuan nodded in satisfaction, then asked, "Which piece of land do you want to apply for? There's a vacant lot next to Fan Shi's house at the east end of the village, how about that one..."

"No. I want the land thirty meters west of the south bank of Zhangjia Lake."

"What?"

Fan Sanyuan and his two sons were stunned, thinking they had misheard.

His eldest son opened his mouth and asked, "Brother Xiao Bei, are you talking about that overgrown, wasteland?"

"Yes. That's the piece of land!"

"Brother Xiao Bei, I remember that piece of land is about 700 or 800 meters away from the village, right? It's in the middle of nowhere, there's not even a decent road. Why did you apply for it? I don't think it's appropriate."

"Cough cough~"

Fan Sanyuan interrupted with a dry cough, saying seriously, "Xiao Bei, that piece of land is really not suitable. It's remote, desolate, close to the lake, and a bit damp. If you live there, you'll have to travel half a day just to buy salt. What if the lake rises and floods, and your house is ruined? This isn't suitable. Think about it again and find another piece of land."

"No need, that piece of land is fine." Liu Bei shook his head.

"Can……"

"Secretary, I've made up my mind. I want that land!"

"..."

Fan Sanyuan stared into Liu Bei's eyes for a long time, but saw no hesitation.

He sighed and shook his head: "Fine. You chose this land yourself. Don't blame me for not warning you if you regret it later."

"I will never regret it."

"Okay. It's settled then. The processing fee is twenty yuan. I'll write the application and submit it for you tomorrow. If things go smoothly, it should be approved in ten to fifteen days."

Liu Bei took out twenty yuan, placed it on the table, and stood up: "Thank you, Party Secretary."

"No need to thank me." Fan Sanyuan waved his hand, watching Liu Bei's back as he walked out of the courtyard gate, and muttered to his two sons, "Did that kid get hit on the head by a rock in the mountains? I wouldn't even take that lousy place for free."

"Who can argue with that?"

"They probably just have too much money to burn."

……

As soon as Liu Bei entered the house, Zhao Da'e rushed out from the main room.

"How did it go? Did the Party Secretary agree?"

"Agreed. Two hundred square meters."

"Two hundred square meters?!" Zhao Da'e's eyes lit up, and she grabbed Liu Bei's arm. "Really? That's wonderful! Which plot of land did you choose?"

"Thirty meters west of the south bank of Zhangjia Lake."

"What?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Da'e's smile immediately froze on her face.

one second.

two seconds.

three seconds.

"What did you say?"

"Zhangjiahu..."

"Click!"

Zhao Da'e grabbed Liu Bei's ear with even more force than before: "You good-for-nothing! Even ghosts wouldn't bother to poop in that awful place! You built your house there? Are you trying to live like a savage or raise fish?!"

"It hurts... Mother, please let me explain!"

"Explanation my ass!" Zhao Da'e grew angrier the more she thought about it, raising her other hand as well. "You go right now! Go to the Party Secretary's house and get the land changed! Change it to the east end of the village! Anywhere is fine! Just don't choose that godforsaken place!"

"Mother, it's already decided, we can't change it."

"What do you mean you can't replace it? Is your leg broken? Can't you walk?"

"I promised the Party Secretary, I can't go back on my word." Liu Bei gritted his teeth, enduring the pain. "If word gets out, people will say that the Liu family doesn't keep its promises. Once this bad precedent is set, if others in the village do the same, it will be difficult for the Party Secretary to handle similar matters!"

"Don't try to talk your way out of this!" Zhao Da'e was so angry that her chest heaved, and she raised her hand to slap Liu Bei on the back.

"Mother!" Zhao Chunyan immediately grabbed Zhao Da'e's wrist. "Calm down!"

Lin Wanqiu quickly added, "Mother, let's talk this out calmly. Anger harms the liver, and resentment ruins your health!"

"I'll let you off this time for Chunyan and Wanqiu's sake. If you dare to cause trouble again, I'll break your legs!"

"No, it won't happen again!" Liu Bei nodded repeatedly.

"You better be like that! Humph!"

Zhao Da'e snorted coldly and went into the kitchen.

……

As soon as her mother-in-law went into the kitchen, Zhao Chunyan and Lin Wanqiu sandwiched Liu Bei between them.

Zhao Chunyan squinted and looked him up and down: "Tell me, what exactly are you up to?"

"Liu Bei, why did you choose that wasteland when there are so many good plots of land in the village? Explain yourself!" Lin Wanqiu was also very puzzled.

Upon hearing this, Liu Bei squatted down, picked up a twig, and began drawing in the mud.

There are Fanjiacun, Zhangjiahu, and Daliushan.

"Isn't this the terrain around our village?" Zhao Chunyan recognized it at a glance, frowning in confusion. "Why did you draw this?"

"No rush! Let me finish drawing!"

Liu Bei then drew another picture next to it.

"Is this the county town?" Zhao Chunyan was increasingly confused. "Liu Bei, what exactly are you trying to do? Can you stop being so mysterious?"

"City dwellers are living better and better lives now. They are trapped in the city every day, living the same routine. After a while, they will get tired of it. Once they get tired of city life, they will want to find a place with mountains and rivers to relax and get some fresh air."

"But my Fanjiacun is different. There are lakes and mountains here. I've heard from the older generation that there are wild men in Daliu Mountain."

Where do you think city dwellers would go if they wanted to go out and have fun?

Zhao Chunyan blinked: "From what you're saying, they're not really going to come here again, are they?"

"Yes. Now guess what the first thing they'll do if they come?"

"Is that even a question? Of course, we need to find food and a place to stay."

Liu Bei smiled and said, "That's right. We're just looking for a place to eat and stay."

But our new home is different.

It's less than a five-minute walk to the lake from here, and Da Liu Mountain isn't far either.

"Our house is the most convenient place in the whole village!"

"That's right!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Chunyan's eyes lit up.

Liu Bei threw down the tree branch, "By then, we will be able to provide food, drink, and lodging, and make a steady profit in our own pockets."

"You can make money?" Zhao Chunyan's eyes lit up at this. "So, we won't have to do anything and can just sit at home and count money?"

"Well?"

Upon hearing this, Lin Wanqiu felt somewhat worried:

"Liu Bei, what if... what if the people from the city don't come? Wouldn't all the five thousand yuan we spent be wasted?"