Reborn at 80: From Village Scoundrel to Billionaire

"Huh?" Fan Sanyuan was a little confused.

According to clan rules, the fact that he didn't drown Zhang Xiuhua and Fan Shaobo in a pig cage was already a great act of leniency.

Now Liu Bei actually agrees to let Zhang Xiuhua be buried with her man?

What is Liu Bei thinking?

"Xiao Bei, are you serious?"

"Hmm!" Liu Bei nodded. "The dead cannot be brought back to life. But the living must go on with their lives. If you, as the Party Secretary, cannot even grant this small request, it will be detrimental to Fan Hao's development. Also—"

"That makes sense! What else?" Fan Sanyuan pressed.

Liu Bei continued, "Besides, he is Zhang Xiuhua's son after all. What he did was a way of showing filial piety. Filial piety is priceless. If you, the village secretary, disagree, you will discourage his filial piety. We cannot discourage filial piety. We must let the children in the village know the importance of filial piety! What do you say, village secretary?"

Fan Sanyuan: "..."

After a moment of silence, he understood Liu Bei's intention: to use this incident to set an example and promote the priceless value of filial piety.

"Alright. We'll do as you say, Xiao Bei. The joint burial is approved!" Fan Sanyuan finally changed his mind.

"Thank you, Party Secretary! Thank you, Brother Xiao Bei!" Fan Hao bowed in gratitude.

"Spend some time with your mother. After she's buried, you'll never see her again. My condolences!" Liu Bei patted Fan Hao on the shoulder a few times, then sighed and walked away.

"Hmm!" Fan Hao nodded slightly.

"My child, you've suffered so much! Sigh!" Fan Sanyuan patted Fan Hao on the shoulder a few times, shook his head, and left.

"Everyone, disperse. Go home! Don't join the fun!" Fan Sanyuan gave a few instructions, then glanced at Yang Cuihua.

"Yang Cuihua, your man's body—"

"He's not my man!" Before Fan Sanyuan could finish speaking, Yang Cuihua interrupted immediately, "His body is too filthy, unworthy of burial, only fit to be thrown into a ravine to feed wild animals!"

After giving her a cold look, Yang Cuihua left without looking back.

As she passed Fan Hao, she glanced at Zhang Xiuhua's body, muttering, "You son of a bitch! You got off easy! Humph!!!"

"You—" Fan Sanyuan was stunned for a moment, then, somewhat helpless, immediately chased after Liu Bei.

"Xiao Bei, wait a minute!"

Liu Bei turned around. "Secretary, is there anything else you need?"

"Yang Cuihua won't accept Fan Shaobo's body. What do you think we should do about this?"

"What else can we do? First, report it to the police station and tell them the truth. Second, bury it however you need to."

Fan Sanyuan: "..."

He paused for a moment, then forced a smile. "Xiao Bei, there's something I'm not sure if I should say."

"Secretary, just say what you have to say!" Liu Bei said calmly.

"Look. The able-bodied men in the village respect you more and more. Your prestige in their hearts is growing day by day. And I'm getting older and older. I'm finding it increasingly difficult to handle village affairs. I'm thinking... I'd like you to replace me as the village party secretary. What do you think?"

"..."

As soon as this word comes out,

Whether they had stopped or not, all the villagers looked over.

A look of surprise appeared on everyone's face.

Especially Zhao Da'e, Lin Wanqiu, Zhao Chunyan, Su Yuehe, Old Tan and his son, and Li Dazhuang, etc.

One by one, their faces were filled with disbelief.

That's the position of village party secretary!

Many villagers would like to sit there, but none of them are qualified.

Fan Sanyuan actually offered to give up his seat to Liu Bei?

real or fake?

For a time,

The ears of the group perked up.

"Secretary, are you... serious?" Liu Bei asked, stunned.

"Hmm!" Fan Sanyuan nodded. "So? Want to think it over? Of course, I know you might have some reservations about bringing this up suddenly. But you don't need to rush to answer me. I can give you a week to think it over. It's not too late to come back to me when you've made up your mind!"

"One week?" Liu Bei stared at Fan Sanyuan for a few moments, then said, "Okay. I'll think about it. Is there anything else, Secretary? If not, I'll head back now!"

"That's all. You can go back and rest now!" Seeing that Liu Bei didn't refuse outright, Fan Sanyuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes. Mother, let's go home!"

"good!"

Watching the Liu family's departing figures,

Fan Dayong and Fan Daqiang immediately came over.

"Dad, do you really want Liu Bei to take over your job?"

"Otherwise what?" Fan Sanyuan glanced at the two of them. "Do you think I wanted this? If either of you had even half the skill of that kid Liu Bei, I wouldn't be begging him!"

Fan Dayong and Fan Daqiang: "..."

"That kid's hunting skills are getting better and better. Every time he goes into the mountains, he always has a good catch. His prestige in the village is rising. Among the younger generation, no one can compare to him. If I don't plan ahead and make him bear this favor, what will become of you two when I retire and he gains power? Your old man is paving the way for you two brats in advance. Understand?"

Fan Dayong and Fan Daqiang: "..."

The two men looked at each other for a moment, then said, "Father, we understand! We'll do whatever you say! We'll do exactly what you tell us to do!"

"That's more like it! People need to know their own limitations and be able to assess situations! You two little brats may not be as talented as your father, but you have one very good quality!"

"Dad, what are our strengths?"

"Take my advice!"

"..."

"Don't just stand there. These days, being able to listen to advice is a skill in itself! Let's go, we should head back!"

"What about Fan Shaobo's body? Are we just going to leave it?"

"Slap!" Fan Sanyuan slapped the two brothers on the forehead and scolded, "Are you just going to leave it to rot? Do I have to teach you how to do this kind of thing? Don't you have brains?"

"..."

The two brothers exchanged a glance, then forced smiles. "Dad, you go back first. We'll come home after we've finished dealing with this!"

"That's more like what a human being would say! Hurry up. I'm waiting for you two to come home so we can have a few drinks together!"

"Alright. Dad, you go back first! Your sons will come back and have a few drinks with you after we've finished dealing with this!"

"That's more like it!" With his hands behind his back, Fan Sanyuan staggered away.

Looking at their father's back, Fan Daqiang and Fan Dayong straightened their backs.

"Someone come here!"

"Brother Dayong, Brother Daqiang, what can I do for you?"

"Snap!"

Fan Dayong slapped his henchman on the forehead. "Are you deaf? Didn't you hear what my dad told us to do? Do we brothers have to teach you what to do? Get back to work!"

"..."

He hesitated for a moment, then his assistant nodded quickly, "Yes, yes, yes. We'll handle it right away!"

Soon, two villagers on the bamboo raft carried Fan Shaobo's body ashore and had it dragged away to a certain location in the mountains.

"Brother Dayong, Brother Daqiang, Zhang Xiuhua..."

"Never mind that. Let's go back to the village!"

"Alright! Time to head back to the village!"

……

On this side,

Along the way, Zhao Da'e, Lin Wanqiu, Zhao Chunyan, Su Yuehe, Old Tan and his son, and Li Dazhuang were all filled with doubt and confusion.

A short while later,

Zhao Chunyan was the first to lose her temper and speak up, "Liu Bei, the Party Secretary wants you to take over his position, why don't you agree?"