Reborn at 80: From Village Scoundrel to Billionaire

The four-legged creature lay on the ground with a bullet hole in its neck, from which blood was continuously oozing.

Liu Bei squatted down and patted the serow's back. It felt solid and was quite plump.

It weighs at least 140 or 150 pounds.

"Brother Bei! How much is this thing worth?" Fan Ha'er circled the Qilin twice, his eyes practically glued to it.

"The meat alone can sell for forty or fifty yuan. The skin, once processed, is sold separately. The bones, used in medicine, can also fetch a good price."

"Forty or fifty yuan!" Fan Ha'er plopped down on the ground, mouth agape as he calculated for a long time. "Isn't that more than my dad earned working at the fishpond for three months?"

"You've finally learned how to do accounts."

"I'll keep calculating!"

Liu Bei ignored the comment and stood up to look around.

The pale red dot in his vision disappeared, but a new red dot appeared in the upper northeast direction.

Not far away.

He was only sixty or seventy steps away.

And it is moving.

"Shh-"

Fan Shuanzhu had just caught up and was still catching his breath when he saw Liu Bei raise his index finger at him.

He immediately shut up and lowered his body.

Liu Bei's ears suddenly twitched.

He didn't turn around; instead, he raised the muzzle of his gun directly to the eleven o'clock position to his left.

He couldn't see the target clearly in the moonlight because of the bushes blocking the view; he could only vaguely hear rustling sounds.

"Bang!"

Gunshots rang out in the woods, followed by a hiss from behind the bushes.

Fan Shuanzhu stood there, his mouth agape.

One shot, one kill.

That was an incredibly accurate shot!

If that shot was just luck, a lucky guess that hit a big target.

But this shot hit the target behind the bushes, which was completely invisible. How did this kid aim?

No wonder this guy was able to marry three wives.

It was a one-shot kill.

Thinking about myself, my wife and I want to have a second child. We've been trying every night for a month until midnight, but there's still no sign of it.

Young is so good.

High bullet accuracy.

"Brother Bei! Brother Bei!" Fan Ha'er had already dashed over, pushing aside the bushes. His voice came from the other side, both surprised and delighted, "A fawn! And a female!"

Liu Bei nodded to Fan Shuanzhu. "Uncle Shuanzhu, you keep an eye on the strange creature for now, I'll go take a look."

Fan Shuanzhu nodded, still in a daze.

Liu Bei ran over and parted the branches.

A spotted deer was lying on the ground. It wasn't very big, and it looked to weigh about 70 or 80 pounds.

The bullet hole was in the side of his neck; he died instantly.

He examined the base of the deer's hind legs and indeed found no lychees; it was a female deer.

"Brother Bei!" Fan Ha'er squatted down beside him, his eyes shining. "Your marksmanship is amazing! One shot, one headshot! A hundred shots, one kill! If you ever remarry your wives and have your wedding night, you absolutely have to remember to call me!"

Liu Bei was inspecting the deer's appearance when he heard this and paused.

"Why did I call you?"

"Let me watch and learn!" Fan Ha'er said sincerely. "I want to learn how you handle a gun. You're always so accurate; you must have a trick. Brother Bei, teach me a few moves!"

Liu Bei almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

So, my remarriage and wedding night were just a way for you to give me a live lesson?

You're a real talent, damn it.

"You can learn," Liu Bei said without changing his expression. "But you'll have to pay tuition."

"How many?"

"..."

Hey!

I was just kidding, you idiot, you actually took it seriously?

I'm letting you watch me learn, what am I to you?

Do university art schools provide nude models for students to practice sketching?

Liu Bei was speechless.

Fan Ha'er wanted to ask more questions, but Liu Bei suddenly raised his head.

Another red dot appeared in sight.

But this time he didn't need to look for it, because the red dot was moving in their direction.

He looked up and saw a grayish-brown shadow dart down the low slope to the north in the moonlight.

Another deer.

It was a size bigger than the previous one, but the horns hadn't fully grown; only a small section had sprouted.

This time it's a male.

Liu Bei did not hesitate.

Raise your gun and aim.

"Bang!"

The male deer bent its forelegs and fell to the foot of the slope, sliding two steps before coming to a stop.

Fan Ha'er was completely dumbfounded.

He stood there stunned for a full three seconds before letting out a loud yell and rushing over to the stag. He rolled over in front of it, then turned back to Liu Bei and shouted, "Brother Bei! What a coincidence! Both the male and the female are here! Do you think they're on a date?"

"..."

"I want to find a girl someday and go on a date in the woods!" Fan Ha'er got more and more excited as he spoke, gesturing with his hands like a master swordsman. "It'll be incredibly exciting! After the date, I'll be just like you, hitting my target every time! And I'll have three kids!"

Liu Bei's lips twitched twice.

What's going on in this kid's head? Did his dad or his mom teach him? All he thinks about is shooting in the wild. Can't he think about anything else?

He ignored Fan Ha'er and bent down to carry the doe back home.

"Brother Bei, let me carry the doe!"

Why?

"I prefer females!"

"..."

Liu Bei twitched his lips and had no choice but to agree.

Soon, the two men, each carrying one end, returned to Fan Shuanzhu.

When Fan Shuanzhu saw Liu Bei and his son each carrying a deer back, his eyes widened in astonishment.

"How...how long has it been?"

He looked at the moon in the sky, then at the three prey on the ground.

One four-legged deer, one female deer, and one male deer.

From the first shot fired until now, it's been at most half an hour.

Three shots, three heads.

Every shot hits its mark.

Fan Shuanzhu hunted in Da Liushan for twenty years.

He had seen good marksmen, and Fan Xibei was indeed accurate, considered the best in the village.

If Fan Xibei could hit six or seven out of ten shots, that would already be considered an exceptional performance.

Where is Liu Bei?

Three shots, three hits.

It was all night.

It's all about the vital points.

That's absolutely amazing!

He suddenly remembered a question: Liu Bei used to be a gambler, idle and never home. When did he learn to shoot?

That doesn't make sense.

But the prey was right in front of him, leaving him no choice but to believe it.

"Uncle Shuanzhu, you stay here and watch over the three prey animals. Ha'er and I will search around a bit further ahead."

Fan Shuanzhu snapped out of his daze, nodded, and called out to him again, "Liu Bei."

"Um?"

Fan Shuanzhu paused for a moment, then said, "Give him some pointers. This kid may not be good at much else, but he's a hard worker and doesn't try to cheat. I trust you to take him under your wing."

"Uncle, don't worry."

Liu Bei patted Fan Ha'er on the shoulder, "Let's go."

The two went back into the woods.

After walking about a hundred steps, Fan Ha'er approached and lowered his voice, "Brother Bei, if we find any more prey later, can I go first?"

Liu Bei glanced at him sideways.

"Are you sure you can do it?"

"Sure! Definitely!" Fan Ha'er patted his chest. "I've been learning from you for so long—"

"Half an hour."

"Even half an hour is a learning opportunity!"

"Okay," Liu Bei agreed.

Fan Ha'er has a good foundation; he's strong and brave, but he's slow-witted and needs someone to guide him.

Once such a person gets on the road, he is loyal and reliable, more useful than ten Zhao Liuzhi.

The two hadn't walked far when another red dot appeared in Liu Bei's sight.

He slowed his pace and looked toward the roots of a clump of withered grass to his right.

It's a hedgehog.

They were curled up in a ball, burrowing into the grass.

He gestured to Fan Ha'er, pointed to the direction, then gestured the height, and extended his fist, meaning that the target was not big and he should hit it close to the ground.

Fan Ha'er understood, picked up his gun, and tiptoed forward about ten steps.

By the moonlight, he finally saw the round shadow.

Hold your breath, aim, and fire.

"Bang!"

As soon as the gunshot rang out...

The hedgehog bounced once, rolled over, and then remained still.

Fan Ha'er froze for a second, then jumped up on the spot.

"Brother Bei! Did you see that?! I hit it! I hit it! Aren't I amazing?!"

He rushed over, picked up the hedgehog, held it above his head, and his smile was brighter than the moon.

"If my wife knew, she'd definitely praise me for my accuracy!"

Liu Bei looked at him, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Where is your wife? Is she in your dream or an inflatable one? How can I compliment you?

However, he swallowed the words back.

Let him be happy.

Just then, another red dot appeared in Liu Bei's field of vision.

It's very small, on the tree trunk at the ten o'clock position.

Liu Bei followed the gaze.

It's a squirrel.

It was gray-furred and was gnawing on a pine cone, its tail swishing back and forth.

This thing is small and doesn't have much meat, but the skin is usable.

Liu Bei drew his gun, squinted, and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

The squirrel fell from the tree trunk.

Fan Ha'er ran over and saw that the bullet hole was in his head, but the skin was intact.

The look in his eyes when he looked back at Liu Bei was no longer one of admiration.

It's the kind of expression you only have when you see a statue of a deity in a temple.

Liu Bei picked up the squirrel.

"Let's go back and meet up. We have enough stuff, let's call it a day."