Reborn at 80: From Village Scoundrel to Billionaire

"Bang!"

Just as Fan Xibei was about to smash down, Liu Bei suddenly moved, rushed over, and kicked Fan Xibei in the buttocks.

"Clang!" Caught off guard, Fan Xibei fell to the ground, dropping the brick he was holding.

Liu Bei stepped on his shoulder, looking down at him.

"Fan Xibei, I'll say it again."

"Fan Ha'er is my brother. If you touch a hair on his head, I'll cripple you."

"I kicked you today to teach you a lesson. Next time—"

Liu Bei lifted his foot and pointed it towards his groin.

"It wasn't a kick, it was a stomp."

"..."

Fan Xibei froze on the ground, unable to utter a single word.

"Ha'er, let's go."

Liu Bei grabbed Fan Ha'er's arm and left without looking back.

"What a piece of trash! Humph!"

Fan Xibei's wife was disappointed again, went into the house and closed the door.

"hateful!!!"

Fan Xibei sat alone on the ground, gritting his teeth, his face contorted with rage.

……

"Brother Bei! You know what? Just now, Fan Xibei was in bed... completely useless!"

"Shut up."

His wife said he'd been gnawing on it for ages, all he did was spit, and nothing else!

"I said shut up!"

"Then he tried again, and his wife kicked him off the bed! Brother Bei, don't you think he's a useless little dog?! Haha..."

"..."

Again.

Ugh!

Liu Bei felt a headache coming on and rubbed his temples.

Just then, a figure appeared in front of them. It was none other than Fan Ha'er's father, Fan Shuanzhu!

"father!"

"Snapped!"

Fan Shuanzhu slapped Fan Ha'er on the forehead.

"Staying out of the house in the middle of the night, peeping through people's windows! Are you asking for a beating?"

"I was studying—"

"Study my ass! Get out of here! Go home!"

Fan Shuanzhu grabbed Fan Ha'er and dragged him home.

Fan Ha'er, his legs digging into the ground, kept shouting, "Brother Bei! Are we going up the mountain again tomorrow?"

"We'll talk about it when it's light! Go back with your father now!"

"oh……"

Watching the departing figures of Fan Ha'er and his son,

Liu Bei stood there and let out a long sigh.

I've been up and about for a while now, and I'm so tired, I really need to rest.

When he got home, he yawned and collapsed onto the bed, falling asleep in less than two seconds.

……

I don't know how much time passed, but dawn broke.

White smoke billowed from the kitchen chimney, and the aroma of rice cooking porridge mingled with the sour smell of pickled radishes filled the entire yard.

Zhao Chunyan came out of the kitchen carrying a pot of hot porridge, with steam rising from the rim of the pot.

Su Yuehe followed behind, carrying two small dishes: one was pickled radish shreds, and the other was braised pork made with wild boar.

Three children came out of the house after smelling the odor.

Liu Nian was the first to run to the table and sit down, bringing her nose close to the bowl of porridge and taking a deep breath. "It smells so good!"

Liu Bao moved a small stool and sat down next to me; he looked a bit better today.

Liu Panpan was the last to come out and sat down at the table, her back ramrod straight.

Zhao Da'e washed her hands by the well and came over. She glanced at the table, nodded, and said, "Sit down, everyone. Dinner's ready."

Liu Bei came out of the side room and bumped into Lin Wanqiu at the entrance of the main room.

He was about to say something when Lin Wanqiu walked past him without looking at him, and without saying a word, went straight to the table and sat down.

Liu Bei touched his nose, knowing that Lin Wanqiu was still angry with him, so he pulled up a stool and moved closer to the table.

"You're not allowed to sit here."

Suddenly, Liu Panpan stood up and growled at Liu Bei.

The main room fell silent.

Liu Nian shrank her neck and lowered her head to eat her porridge.

Liu Bao's chopsticks hung in mid-air, too afraid to move.

Zhao Da'e's mouth moved as if she wanted to say something, but looking at her eldest granddaughter's stubborn face, she swallowed her words.

"OK."

Liu Bei reluctantly stood up, picked up the bowl, and went into the kitchen.

He served himself a bowl of porridge, picked up two pickled radishes, and squatted on a low stool next to the stove, shoveling them into his mouth one bite at a time.

Zhao Da'e glanced at her son squatting in the kitchen eating a few times, and felt a pang of sadness.

But the eldest granddaughter remembers all the things her son did in the past.

What can she do?

We can only watch.

At this moment, Lin Wanqiu put down her chopsticks, picked up a piece of braised pork, got up and went into the kitchen, placing the meat next to Liu Bei's bowl.

She didn't say a word, put it down, and went back to the table.

Liu Bei looked down at the piece of meat on the edge of the bowl, chewed the pickled radish in his mouth, picked up the meat and stuffed it into his mouth.

Su Yuehe sat at the table, poking at the porridge in her bowl with her chopsticks, her gaze drifting towards the kitchen.

She hesitated for several seconds before lowering her head to continue eating her porridge.

Zhao Chunyan ate heartily, her chopsticks moving rapidly, completely ignoring Liu Bei.

However, she glanced at the kitchen out of the corner of her eye twice.

The first thing you see is Liu Bei squatting on a low stool.

The second thing I noticed was the piece of meat that Lin Wanqiu had sent over.

Her chopsticks paused for a moment, then she continued eating.

……

After finishing his meal, Liu Bei put his bowl down next to the water vat.

Footsteps sounded outside the courtyard gate.

"Brother Bei!"

Fan Ha'er rushed in.

"Are we going hunting in the mountains today?"

"We're not going up the mountain. We're going fishing at Zhangjia Lake today."

"Fishing?" Fan Ha'er's eyes lit up. "Zhangjia Lake is huge! Last time I went with my dad, we caught a carp that weighed over three pounds! Brother Bei, what are we using to catch it today?"

"Let's go find Old Seven Fan first."

After Liu Bei rummaged through the storage room and found two old fishing nets and two wooden buckets, he and Fan Ha'er went out together.

The two first found Fan Laoqi.

"Seventh Uncle, can I borrow your bamboo raft for a trip?"

Fan Laoqi was weaving bamboo baskets in the shed when he looked up at him. "It's you again. The bamboo raft is by the stable; go carry it yourself."

Thanks.

The two men carried the bamboo raft, one on each end, with Fan Ha'er also holding a bamboo pole, and hurried quickly along the paddy field ridge towards Zhangjia Lake.

……

Zhangjia Lake is neither too big nor too small, covering an area of ​​about 100 acres, surrounded by low reed beds.

The lake water shimmered in the morning sun, and occasionally fish splashed on the surface.

The bamboo raft was launched into the water. Fan Ha'er stood behind, punting with a bamboo pole, while Liu Bei squatted in front, holding a fishing net in his hand, but his eyes were scanning the lake surface.

One by one, red dots appeared in his vision.

Densely packed.

Some are three feet underwater, and some are even deeper.

The brightest spot was about a hundred paces to the southeast.

"Move to the left. Slightly southeast."

"receive!"

Fan Ha'er gave it a hard push, and the bamboo raft swung southeast.

After rowing for a short distance, Fan Ha'er suddenly looked up and squinted.

"Brother Bei, look over there."

About a hundred paces to the northeast, another bamboo raft was quietly approaching on the water.

Two people were standing on the bamboo raft.

One of them was carrying a bamboo pole; he had a thin, long face.

One person was squatting on the raft, holding four ropes in his hands, with four cormorants tied to the other end of the ropes.

It was Fan Xibei and Zhao Liuzhi.

Fan Xibei also saw them, and his face immediately darkened.

I was kicked last night, and my chest still aches slightly.

I came here early this morning specifically to go fishing, hoping to save face in front of my wife, but fate had other plans and we ran into each other again.

"Brother Bei!" Fan Ha'er's eyes blazed with fury the moment he saw Fan Xibei. "That bastard hit me with a brick last night! I'm going to rush over and knock him into the water, then stand on the bamboo raft and pee on his head a few times, turning him into a piss-soaked chicken!"

"Shut up."

"But--"

"Hey, we're here to fish, not to fight. Let's keep pushing forward. Ignore them."

"All right!"

Fan Ha'er pursed his lips, but had no choice but to continue pushing forward with the bamboo pole.

Meanwhile, on the opposite bamboo raft, Zhao Liuzhi moved closer to Fan Xibei.

"Hey Northwest Bro, how about we go over there and teach them a lesson? Let's get our revenge for what we did last time?"

Fan Xibei glanced at him.

"You dare kill Fan Ha'er?"

"No... I wouldn't dare!"

Zhao Liuzhi shook his head.

"Fan Ha'er is an idiot. You can't kill him; once he gets ashore, he'll turn around and kill you. It's not illegal for him to kill you, but you'll get shot if you kill him. What's the point of you killing him?"

Zhao Liuzhi was stunned for a moment, still unwilling to give up, "So we're just going to let what happened last time go by like this? Brother Northwest, think about it, Liu Bei has three beautiful ex-wives—"

That's enough.

Fan Xibei interrupted him, his gaze falling on Liu Bei's bamboo raft.

There were no cormorants.

There were only two tattered fishing nets.

His lips slowly curled into a crooked shape.

"Why fight? Let's compete in catching fish. Zhangjia Lake is so big, without cormorants, he won't even be able to catch a single fish. As long as we catch more than him, we can mock him to his face, which is ten times more satisfying than a fight."

Zhao Liuzhi glanced at the four cormorants on his bamboo raft and understood what Fan Xibei meant.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's release the cormorants!"

Soon, four cormorants leaped into the water.

Meanwhile, Liu Bei's bamboo raft had approached the area with the highest concentration of red dots.

He stood up, firmly planted his feet on the bamboo raft, weighed the fishing net in his hand, and found the right angle.

"Whoosh—"

The fishing net was cast out, drew a beautiful arc in the air, and landed steadily on the water's surface before sinking.

ten seconds.

Twenty seconds.

"Splash—"

Liu Bei bent down and pulled hard.

The moment the net was lifted out of the water, Fan Ha'er's mouth gaped open.

The fishing net was full of fish!

"My goodness! So many fish!"

"That's grass carp! That's crucian carp! And carp! Uh, Brother Bei, look, there are two big turtles in there too!"

Upon hearing this, Fan Xibei and Zhao Liu looked over there.

really.

There were many fish jumping and splashing in Liu Bei's fishing net.

Judging by its appearance, it must weigh at least thirty pounds.

What surprised them even more was that

There are even more...