Reborn at 80: From Village Scoundrel to Billionaire

Many hands make light work.

After ten minutes,

A pit was dug on the cemetery hill in Fanjiacun Village behind the mountain.

The matter was too urgent, and there was no time to make a coffin for Fan Xibei. They could only wrap him in a mat and put him in the mud pit.

With the help of the able-bodied men in the village, a new grave was quickly erected.

"Thump~"

Li Xiulan knelt before the grave.

"Fan Xibei!"

Looking at the new grave, Li Xiulan's eyes suddenly welled up with tears, and two lines of clear tears slid down her eyelids.

After crying a few times,

Li Xiulan continued speaking.

"Even though you've never been good enough for me since we got married, and haven't been able to satisfy me, at least you've treated me fairly well most of the time. So I've accepted you!"

"But I never imagined you would talk to me like that that night!"

"Do you know, the whole village was there at the time, and the way you spoke to me really broke my heart!"

"From that moment on, I was completely disappointed in you! I wanted to break up with you!"

"But I'm not reconciled. I've given you the best years of my life! I'm not willing to accept this path so pathetically."

"So I came back. But I never expected that when I saw you again, you would be a corpse!"

"But that night became the last time we ever saw each other!"

"But when I saw your body, for some reason, I didn't feel any sadness at all! Instead, I was happy! Really, very happy!"

"Only now do I realize I was wrong! I wasn't happy, I was just overwhelmed with grief!"

"After all, there's an old saying: 'A night of marriage brings a hundred nights of kindness.' Although you were harsh to me and broke my heart, we were still husband and wife. There's still some affection left between us!"

"Now that you're gone, gone over there, let everything from the past drift away with the wind!"

"Let's just treat it as a dream. A funny dream!"

"If...if there is an afterlife, I...I hope we never meet again!"

"Yes, that's settled then! Rest in peace!"

"..."

After hearing these words, Liu Bei and the others looked at each other for a while and then fell silent.

Fan Xibei's way of being a person is truly unparalleled.

No wonder that when the village secretary asked the villagers to speak with one voice, not a single villager objected.

They were all willing to take the risk of covering for Fan Dayong and Fan Daqiang.

This is a manifestation of one's character!

Fan Xibei's life has been utterly worthless.

In your next life, I hope you'll be more sensible and become a person of good character.

"Whoosh~"

Suddenly, Li Xiulan stood up and bowed to Liu Bei.

"Sister Xiulan, what are you doing?"

"Xiao Bei, thank you. If it weren't for your help, I wouldn't have gotten the 360 ​​yuan. I'm leaving Fanjiacun soon. I guess I'll never see you again in this lifetime. I wish you, and Wanqiu and Chunyan, all the best."

May Yuehe's three younger sisters be forever happy!

"Thank you, Sister Xiulan!"

Liu Bei smiled slightly.

"Uncle Sanyuan, I'm leaving. Goodbye!"

"Have a safe journey!" Fan Sanyuan offered his blessing.

"Thank you! Don't see me off any further. Hurry up and go into the mountains to bring Brother Dayong and Brother Daqiang back. If you don't go now, it will be inconvenient once it gets dark!"

Li Xiulan waved her hand, reminding Fan Sanyuan.

"Yes, yes, yes. Xiao Bei, you have the best hunting skills and the most experience in the village. I'll have to ask you to make the trip yourself this time! Just tell me what kind of support you need! I'll do whatever I can for you right away!" Fan Sanyuan quickly asked Liu Bei for help.

"Don't worry, Party Secretary. I would have done it even if you hadn't asked!"

Liu Bei glanced at the villagers in front of him and personally mustered his troops.

"Dazhuang, Tan Si!"

"Brother Bei, we're here!"

"Step forward!"

"yes!"

"Fan Shitou, Fan Mao'er!"

"Brother Bei, we're here!"

"Step forward!"

"Uncle Tan, Uncle Dahai! Uncle Libo!"

"We are here!"

"Step forward!"

……

Liu Bei called out names one by one.

They ordered a full twenty people in one go.

The oldest is over fifty years old, and the youngest is only nineteen.

It can be described as a combination of the old and the young.

"Anyone who didn't bring a gun, go home immediately to get one. Meet me at the foot of Da Liu Mountain in ten minutes! No mistakes!"

"yes!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the dozen or so villagers whose names were called ran home.

"The rest of you, come with me to the foot of Mount Da Liu immediately!"

"yes!"

"Secretary, we've gone into the mountains. Don't worry, I'll definitely bring Dayong and Daqiang back before dark!"

"Thump~"

Wen Caixia suddenly knelt down in front of Liu Bei.

"Auntie, what are you doing? Get up quickly!"

Liu Beixun stepped forward to help Wen Caixia up.

But Wen Caixia just wouldn't get up.

"Xiao Bei. Your Uncle Sanyuan and I raised Dayong and Daqiang with great difficulty. After you go into the mountains, you must bring them back alive. It would be best if they were unharmed. If... if you find them injured, missing limbs, I... I can accept that. But... I just ask that they come back alive..."

"Caixia, how can you talk like that? Aren't you just making things difficult for me?" Fan Sanyuan got angry upon hearing this. "Dayong and Daqiang have been wandering in the mountains for ages. Where they went and what they encountered is not something Xiaobei can control."

"How can Xiao Bei guarantee he'll bring them back alive? If you ask me, bringing them back is enough. Whether they live or die, it's all up to fate! Get up right now! Hurry up!"

As they were speaking, Fan Sanyuan forcibly pulled Wen Caixia up.

But the more he pulled, the more Wen Caixia insisted on kneeling and not getting up.

The couple took turns pulling each other to kneel, and after a while...

Fan Sanyuan was so angry that he was about to raise his hand to slap Wen Caixia.

"Secretary, Uncle, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive!" Seeing Fan Sanyuan about to slap him, Liu Bei quickly stopped him. "Secretary, my uncle and aunt meant well!"

"As a mother, her concerns are valid. It was wrong of you to hit her!"

"Xiao Bei, what she said—"

"Uncle, I understand what you mean. I understand everything. But you can't hit my aunt! She married into your family, bore your children, and managed this household. It hasn't been easy for her!"

"You should treat her well, not hit her!"

"If you hit your aunt, how are you any different from the old me?"

"Do you want to follow in my footsteps and act like a scoundrel?"

"I...of course I don't want to!"

Fan Sanyuan shook his head.

"Since you don't want to, why don't you put your hand down?"

"I...I...okay, I'll listen to you, Xiao Bei!"

Fan Sanyuan hesitated for a while before finally putting his hand down.

"That's right. With a husband and wife working together, what can't we accomplish?" Liu Bei looked at Wen Caixia. "Auntie, I can't guarantee that Dayong and Daqiang will still be alive when we find them. But if they're still breathing when we find them, I'll risk my life to bring them back to you alive! What do you think?"

"Xiao Bei, you—"

Wen Caixia was deeply moved by Liu Bei's words.

He paused for a moment, then nodded and slowly stood up. "Xiao Bei, thank you! I've changed my mind. I only ask that you bring those two brothers back. Whether they live or die is up to fate!"

"Auntie, the fact that my Uncle Sanyuan became the village secretary proves he's lucky. As the saying goes, you become like the people you associate with. Uncle Sanyuan is lucky, so Dayong and Daqiang, as his sons, must be just as lucky! They should be fine. You can just stay home and wait for us to bring them back!"