Reborn at 80: From Village Scoundrel to Billionaire

"What else can we do? Of course, we'll pretend we didn't see anything and go inside!" Fan Ha'er said.

"Oh, so you're going straight inside?" Liu Bei dragged out his words.

But the next second, Fan Ha'er moved even closer, "But—hehe—"

"I went out again after a while. I quietly crept into the neighbor's yard, and guess what I found, Brother Bei?"

"What did you find?" Liu Bei's curiosity was piqued again.

"I saw Old Wang's wife actually holding my pants and smelling them."

"Huh? I smelled your...your pants?" Liu Bei was a little surprised, his mouth agape.

"Yes," Fan Ha'er nodded, frowning. "Brother Bei, I know my pants very well. They smell weird, a bit fishy. I find them disgusting. Why do you think Old Wang's wife is smelling my pants? Does she have some kind of special fetish?"

Liu Bei: "..."

How should I explain this to Fan Ha'er?

Ugh!

They were trying every possible way to avoid their neighbor, surnamed Wang.

Fan Ha'er, however, did the opposite.

It seems fools are indeed blessed; they've gone on a rampage.

"Uh... well... I don't know either!" Liu Bei scratched his head and replied awkwardly.

"Oh, Brother Bei, you didn't know either?" Fan Ha'er said, somewhat disappointed.

"What happened next? What did Old Wang's wife do after she smelled your pants?" Liu Bei asked eagerly, wanting to know what happened next.

"Hehe~" Hearing this, Fan Ha'er rubbed his hands together, looking excited. "After Old Wang's wife smelled it for a while, she actually washed my pants for me!"

Liu Bei: "..."

Is there such a good thing?

"and then?"

"And then—" Fan Ha'er continued, "after she finished washing up, she did something I just can't understand!"

"Oh?" Liu Bei's interest was piqued by Fan Ha'er's hint. "What did she do this time?"

"She actually washed her face with the water from washing her pants!" Fan Ha'er frowned, his face full of confusion. "Brother Bei, do you think Old Wang's wife is out of her mind? Is she even dumber than me?"

Liu Bei: "..."

It's true what they say, fools sometimes have good luck.

Old Wang's wife isn't crazy at all; she's incredibly shrewd.

"Brother Bei, Old Wang's wife washed my pants. As a neighbor, do you think I should tell Old Wang that his wife is mentally unstable and ask him to take her to the clinic?" Fan Ha'er added when Liu Bei remained silent.

"Don't!"

Liu Bei quickly stopped him.

"Why?" Fan Ha'er asked, puzzled. "My mother always says that helping others is a good deed, so why can't we tell Old Wang?"

Liu Bei: "..."

Can your situation be compared to theirs?

If we really told Lao Wang, he might skin you alive and use your skin as a cushion.

"Uh... Hey, listen to me. Old Wang's wife smells your pants to find the dirtiest spot so she can focus on washing that area. You understand what I mean, right?"

"Oh, I see. I knew it! My pants were acting weird. Why was his wife smelling them?" Fan Ha'er suddenly realized.

Liu Bei breathed a sigh of relief and continued, "Also, his wife washed your pants; she was doing a good deed. What will she think if you go and tell Old Wang that his wife might have mental problems and ask him to take her to the clinic?"

"What will they think?" Fan Ha'er asked.

"His wife will definitely say, 'I kindly helped that kid Fan Ha'er wash his dirty pants, and not only does he not appreciate it, he even slanders me, saying I'm mentally ill. He's like a dog biting Lü Dongbin, not recognizing a kind heart.'"

"Wait a minute. Brother Bei, what does 'biting the hand that feeds you' mean?"

"Someone kindly helped you, and instead of being grateful, you speak ill of them. You're just like those bad dogs. Not a good person, but a bad dog, full of malice!"

"Huh? Brother Bei, I'm a human being, not a bad dog. I don't have any bad intentions. I'm a good person, I won't be a bad dog. I won't, I won't, I definitely won't!"

Seeing Fan Ha'er shaking her head incessantly, Liu Bei chuckled to himself.

That's exactly the effect he wanted.

"Okay. Just don't be a bad dog! Remember, don't tell Old Wang about washing your pants."

"Okay. Don't worry, Brother Bei, I would never tell. I don't want to be a bad dog!" Fan Ha'er nodded.

"That's more like it!" Seeing that Fan Ha'er had listened to his advice, Liu Bei finally felt relieved that his words hadn't been wasted. He breathed a sigh of relief, then suddenly changed the subject, "Oh, by the way, Ha'er, did Old Wang's wife return your pants to you after washing them clean?"

"Not yet!" Fan Ha'er shook his head. "But I saw her hiding. I don't know exactly where she hid!"

"Well……"

Liu Bei was stunned.

Could it be that Old Wang's wife has a hobby of collecting art?

not bad.

Very farsighted.

"Hey, are you home?"

Just then, a woman's voice came from next door.

Liu Bei and Fan Ha'er looked over at the same time.

But the person speaking was none other than Duan Huaihua, Old Wang's wife next door.

"Aunt Huaihua, you were looking for me?" Fan Ha'er said casually.

"Yes!" Duan Huaihua nodded and greeted Liu Bei, "Xiao Bei's here too!"

"Yes. Auntie, is there something you need from Ha'er?" Liu Bei asked with a smile.

"That's right!" Duan Huaihua walked over and took out a pair of pants. "Yesterday when I went out, I saw Ha'er's pants on the ground!"

Liu Bei and Fan Ha'er exchanged a glance.

掉？

Wasn't it thrown away?

However, the two did not reveal the truth and continued to listen.

"When I picked it up, Ha'er had already gone inside and hadn't noticed his pants were down. So I checked the pants and found that they were fine except for being a little dirty. I figured Ha'er's mother had gone to the provincial capital for medical treatment, and he was home alone. It was pitiful; he probably didn't know how to wash clothes. So I took the liberty of washing them for him!"

"Oh, I see!" Liu Bei and Fan Ha'er suddenly realized.

"The pants are dry now. I brought them to him." Duan Huaihua handed the pants to Fan Ha'er. "Ha'er, take them!"

"Brother Bei, I—" Fan Ha'er didn't dare to answer, and deliberately glanced at Liu Bei.

"Aunt Huaihua kindly helped you wash, you should thank her. Hurry up and take it!" Liu Bei said.

"Thank you, Auntie," Fan Ha'er said, taking the pants.

"You're welcome. You all go ahead with your work, I'm going back to my room!" With a smile, Duan Huaihua went into the next room.

Fan Ha'er sniffed the pants. "Brother Bei, they smell so good!"

Liu Bei: "..."

Hey!

Are you referring to the lingering fragrance of Aunt Huaihua, or the scent of soapberry leaves?

"Brother Bei, why aren't you saying anything? What's wrong?" Seeing that Liu Bei didn't speak, Fan Ha'er stretched out his hand and waved it in front of Liu Bei's eyes.

"Oh, well... as long as it smells good, as long as it smells good. If you like the smell, smell it as much as you want." Liu Bei was quite helpless and could only respond in accordance with Ha'er's words.

"Okay. I will." Fan Ha'er nodded. "Oh, by the way, Brother Bei, did you come to see me because you need something? Are we going hunting in the mountains? If so, I'll put my pants down and then come with you!"

"If not, I'll smell it again."

"..."