Reborn at 80: From Village Scoundrel to Billionaire

When the group arrived in front of Fan Shuanzhu and saw three prey lying on the ground, Lao Tan was the first to exclaim in surprise.

"My goodness!"

He shone the torch on it.

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

In addition, there were over 200 pounds of wild boar, hedgehogs, and squirrels that everyone carried back.

Liu Bei's harvest that night was more than he had in the previous three years of hunting in Da Liu Mountain.

"This...this is way too much!"

Tan Si's mouth was wide enough to fit an egg.

Li Dazhuang put the wild boar down on the ground, stared at the strange creature for a long time, rubbed the bloodstains on his hands, and turned to ask, "These...were all killed by Liu Bei?"

"Who else could it be but my Brother Bei?" Fan Ha'er handed the squirrel to Tan Si, then pointed to the four-legged beast and the two deer, "These three, my Brother Bei shot them one by one. Every shot was fatal. They all hit the neck, and they fell down without even struggling."

"..."

Li Dazhuang and the others were all dumbfounded.

One shot, one kill?

The bullet was incredibly accurate!

Liu Bei's accuracy is really high!

Old Tan slowly walked up to the four-legged creature, squatted down, and examined the bullet holes.

On the side of the neck, a hole, clean and neat.

Now look at the doe, in the same position, using the same technique.

The same goes for male deer.

Three shots, three hits, all vital points.

He stood up, and the way he looked at Liu Bei was completely different from an hour ago.

Before, I was just surprised; now I feel admiration.

Fan Shuanzhu watched as the group carried the wild boar back, his eyelids crinkling into crescents, and his mouth agape in a wide grin: "Good heavens! Another wild boar? Who shot it?"

"Dad, of course it's my brother Bei!"

"..."

Liu Bei took the hunting rifle off his shoulder and leaned it against a tree, stretching his shoulders. "Luckily, it was just a coincidence!"

Old Tan and his sons: "..."

Is this considered good luck?

Fan Shuanzhu glanced at Old Tan and his son, Li Dazhuang, and the others, and asked curiously, "Old Tan, aren't you guys with Fan Xibei? Why did you come back with my Beizi?"

"Cough cough..."

Old Tan coughed once, but didn't say anything.

Tan Si also kept his head down.

Li Dazhuang turned his face away, pretending not to hear.

The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

"Cough cough..."

Liu Bei coughed a few times and winked at Fan Shuanzhu.

Fan Shuanzhu, being an experienced and shrewd man, understood Liu Bei's meaning perfectly. He pretended to pat his thigh and stood up, saying, "Hehe, sorry for the nagging. Don't take it personally!"

Taking advantage of the situation, Liu Bei said, "We had a good harvest tonight. Everyone worked hard to carry the goods back to the village. Once we get back, everyone who helped will get two jin of meat."

Three pounds of meat!

In 1981, it cost one yuan per jin (500g), so three jin would cost three yuan.

A worker only earns thirty or forty yuan a month.

Old Tan's eyes lit up immediately, and without saying a word, he rolled up his sleeves and went to lift the deer.

Tan Si squatted down and lifted the deer by its hind legs.

Li Dazhuang was even more decisive. He carried the four-legged beast on his shoulder all by himself. The more than 100 pounds of the beast felt like a sack of grain on his back.

The other able-bodied men weren't idle either.

Thank you for your trouble!

After Liu Bei said thank you,

The group spread out and headed down the mountain.

Along the way, Fan Ha'er's mouth quickly became incessant.

"Dad! Do you know what a ridiculous joke happened in the mountains just now?"

"What joke?"

"That brat Fan Xibei peed!" Fan Ha'er held up three fingers. "Three times! Three times in a row! The first time was when Brother Bei shot him near his left ear, and he 'plop' sat down on the ground, his crotch completely exposed. The second time was when I fired the shot, it went past his right ear. He sat down again, and he peed again. The third time was even funnier—"

"Alright, alright!" Fan Shuanzhu interrupted him. "Is that bastard even worth all this effort to talk about?"

"Worth it! Absolutely worth it! Dad, did you see his crotch? It was like his fishpond had burst open, gushing out..."

When Fan Shuanzhu heard that Fan Xibei was going to beat his son, he immediately became unhappy and spat, "Pah! Serves him right! This guy's skin is thicker than a city wall corner! He must have been a pig in his past life, his skin is damn thick!"

Old Tan, walking behind, chimed in, "Brother Shuanzhu, you know what, I've really seen through this Fan Xibei. I went over today to kindly advise them against using guns. Guess how he treated me? He poked me in the chest, yelled at me for meddling, and said he'd take care of me too if I said another word. I'm a whole generation older than him! He's his uncle by seniority! He didn't appreciate it, and then he insulted me to my face. Even a dog wouldn't want to mess with him!"

"Old Tan, why are you putting up with him? He's a son of a bitch!" Fan Shuanzhu cursed even more vehemently.

Tan Si, who had been silently carrying a deer leg, finally couldn't hold back any longer: "Fan Xibei is a complete ingrate. Last time, when my dad helped him plant the rice seedlings, he didn't even offer my dad a drop of saliva. Today he's cursing my dad again. What kind of bastard is he? Sooner or later someone will knock his teeth out and stuff them down his pants!"

Li Dazhuang didn't say anything, but he chuckled.

The two strong men nodded repeatedly.

The curses rose and fell, all the way from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain, and from the foot of the mountain to the village entrance.

The content ranged from his character to his shrewish wife, then from his wife to his crotch, and finally back to his face.

Fan Ha'er got more and more excited as he listened, occasionally adding, "Right, right, right! He shouldn't be called Fan Northwest anymore, he should be called Fan Pants-Wetting!"

Everyone laughed.

"..."

Liu Bei's mouth twitched more and more as he listened.

……

By the time we got back to the village, it was already daylight.

The village rooster crowed a few times, and soon white smoke began to rise from the chimneys of several houses.

Soon, when Liu Bei and his group carried their prey through the center of the village, the entire village was in an uproar.

The first thing I saw was Aunt Wang's grandson at the east end of the village.

He was squatting on the doorstep urinating when he saw a group of people carrying a huge wild boar past. He forgot to pull up his pants and ran into the house naked, shouting.

"Grandma! Someone outside is carrying a pig! It's a huge pig!"

The village was small; word spread quickly, from one person to ten, from ten to a hundred.

In less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, a crowd had gathered outside the Liu family's courtyard.

The four-legged beast was placed at the entrance, next to two deer, and next to that a wild boar weighing over 200 kilograms.

With hedgehogs and squirrels lined up, it looked like a prey exhibition.

"Wow, you hit so many?"

"A strange creature! It really is a strange creature! I haven't seen one in so many years!"

"A wild boar weighs at least 200 jin (100 kg), that can sell for a lot of money!"

"The Liu family is going to be rich this time!"

The villagers were talking amongst themselves outside.

Suddenly, a sharp cry rang out.

"Da Liu Mountain belongs to the collective! The prey on the mountain also belongs to the collective! Liu Bei, it's not fair for you to keep it all for yourself, is it? According to the rules, it should be divided equally among the whole village!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

But then Er Gouzi, accompanied by three or four idlers, strode over with an air of utter indifference.

Er Gouzi was a notorious troublemaker in the village.

The villagers, not daring to offend them, readily made way for them.

"Yes! The collective mountain, the collective prey!"

"Why should he have it all to himself?"

"It must be split equally!"

Soon, the idlers that Er Gouzi brought along started making a fuss.

"Damn it! I'll kick their balls, let's see how they dare to yell then!"

Fan Ha'er grabbed his hunting rifle and was about to rush out, but Fan Shuanzhu held him back.

Old Tan, Tan Si, and Li Dazhuang all looked at Liu Bei, waiting for him to speak.

Liu Bei slowly stood up and snatched the hunting rifle from Fan Ha'er's hand.

Then he raised the muzzle of his gun.

"Bang!"

A shot was fired at Fan Ergou's crotch, but it grazed past his groin.

"Clang!"

Fan Ergou's legs trembled, and he immediately collapsed to the ground, his entire back soaked with sweat and his forehead dripping with cold sweat.

so close!

It was so close; his calf was almost broken.

That bastard Liu Bei, he actually dared to fire a gun, how ruthless!

"Splash splash~"

Immediately afterwards, Fan Ergou urinated.

"Haha~ Fan Ergou, look at you, scared out of your wits just from delivering the samples? What a coward! Haha..."

Fan Ha'er pointed at Fan Ergou and laughed loudly.

Liu Bei blew on the smoking muzzle of the gun and spoke slowly and deliberately.

"Listen up! Things aren't like they used to be. This is the era of reform and opening up. I risked my life to hunt this game. I paid for these bullets. I was the one who almost got run over by a wild boar in the middle of the night while venturing into the mountains. If you, Fan Ergou, have any guts, go up the mountain and hunt yourself. If not, get the hell out of here. Otherwise, the next shot won't just graz your crotch!"

Fan Ergou: "..."

He didn't dare to say a word.

"What? Aren't you going to get out of here? Do you all want to experience what it's like to be a eunuch? If so, I'll grant your wish! Come on, who wants to go first?"

"Don't worry, I'm a very accurate shot. It won't hurt you much. Just bear with it."

"Since no one dares to step forward, Fan Ergou, you go first!"

"Liu Bei! I'll remember this humiliation. You just wait! This isn't over!!!" When Fan Ergou saw Liu Bei about to pull the trigger again, he was so frightened that he hurriedly got up and scrambled away with his men.

At this moment, Zhao Da'e rushed out of the kitchen with a cleaver, yelling at the fleeing Fan Ergou, "Why are you running? Come back! Come back and let my son shoot your thing to pieces! You dog, you're a real piece of trash! If I ever see you again, I'll stomp your little dog thing to pieces!"

Looking at his mother's expression, Liu Bei couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Just then, Zhao Chunyan, holding a wood-chopping knife in her left hand and a pair of scissors in her right, shouted, "Fan Ergou, you little rascal, come back here and let me cut off your little thing!"

After saying that, Zhao Chunyan chased after him, waving a wood-chopping knife in one hand and playing with scissors in the other as she ran.

"Fan Ergou! You little rascal, don't run! I'll cut off your third leg and feed it to the dogs!"