Reborn at 80: From Village Scoundrel to Billionaire

"There are even three big turtles!"

"Holy crap! How is this possible?"

Zhao Liuzhi stared intently at the lively fish weighing over thirty pounds on Liu Beizhu's raft, as well as the three turtles the size of washbasins, his jaw almost dropping off the raft.

"He didn't even have a single cormorant; he just grabbed two tattered nets and randomly scooped them up in the middle of the lake. How could he catch so many? Are those fish stupid? Lined up to swim into his net? It's outrageous!"

Fan Xibei, standing to the side, had a face so dark it could drip water.

What kind of person was Liu Bei before?

He's a notorious good-for-nothing and gambler in the village!

To say he was a good hunter is barely plausible, but that's because his deadbeat father taught him.

But from childhood to adulthood, who has ever seen Liu Bei go into the water to catch fish?

It's unbelievable that we caught so many in one net today!

"What's the panic!" Fan Xibei gritted his teeth and sneered. "It's just blind luck, a stroke of good fortune. Zhangjia Lake is so big, does he think it's full of fish? Hurry up, drive the cormorants over to the area where he cast his net! If he caught anything, there must be more big fish down there!"

"Yeah, right! Okay! We'll do what Brother Northwest says!"

Zhao Liuzhi's eyes lit up, and he immediately blew a whistle to direct the four cormorants. At the same time, he pushed off with the bamboo pole in his hand, and the bamboo raft quickly moved towards the position where Liu Bei had just been.

At this moment, Liu Bei looked at the fish jumping around in the net and was overjoyed.

This cheat code is simply a game-changer; the denser the red dots, the more fish there are.

"Ha'er, pour the fish into the bucket, keep pushing forward, fifty paces to the left."

"Alright, Brother Bei!" Fan Ha'er was full of energy. With a push of the bamboo pole, the bamboo raft glided out lightly.

No sooner had they left than Fan Xibei and Zhao Liuzhi paddled their bamboo rafts and took over the spot where they had just been.

Fan Ha'er turned around, chuckled, and shouted in his hoarse voice, "Hey! Northwest Brother, Six-Fingers Brother! You two are reincarnated tagalongs, aren't you? Trying to pick up the scraps left by my North Brother? The fish at the bottom were already caught by my North Brother! Save your breath! Stop dreaming!"

"grass!"

Zhao Liuzhi was so angry his face turned green. Pointing at Fan Ha'er, he cursed, "You idiot, what do you know! Fishing relies on cormorants and skill! Liu Bei's was just lucky! Today I'll show you what professionalism is!"

Fan Xibei, barely suppressing his anger, coldly said, "Six Fingers, stop wasting your breath on an idiot. Get the cormorants to catch some fish! Let them see the difference between a professional and a beggar!"

"Alright! Go!" Zhao Liuzhi whistled, and the four cormorants plunged into the water, splashing water everywhere.

The two stood on the bamboo raft, their eyes full of anticipation, waiting for the cormorant to snatch up the big grass carp and slap Liu Bei in the face.

Ten seconds passed quickly.

Twenty seconds passed.

Thirty seconds later,

"Splash!"

Four cormorants surfaced one after another.

"What?! Impossible!!!"

When Zhao Liuzhi saw that the four cormorants' mouths contained only a piece of waterweed and a few tiny fish buds, not even long enough to fill their teeth, his smile instantly froze.

"Hahaha!!!"

Fan Ha'er stood on a bamboo raft in the distance, laughing so hard he almost dropped the bamboo pole. "Professional! So professional! Six-Fingers, are your cormorants vegetarians? You've been fishing for ages and all you've caught are a few blades of grass! You're such a fool! I told you there were no fish over there, but you wouldn't listen. It's hilarious!"

"Fan Ha'er! I'll fuck your grandma!" Zhao Liuzhi completely lost his temper, trembling with rage, wishing he could jump into the water and swim over to strangle him.

"What? You want to hit me? Go ahead!"

Fan Ha'er wasn't afraid at all. Instead, he stretched his neck forward, slapping his head in a provocative manner: "Come on! Swim over here and hit me! Hit me here, you big idiot! If you don't swim over and hit me, you're a son of a bitch!"

"Damn it! I'm going to kill you today!" Zhao Liuzhi rolled up his sleeves and was about to jump into the water.

"Stop right there!" Fan Xibei grabbed him by the back of the collar. "Are you fucking crazy! I've already told you he's an idiot! An idiot, don't you understand? An idiot can kill without breaking the law! You're just rushing to your death!"

"..."

Zhao Liuzhi was stunned for a moment, then deflated like a punctured balloon, his face turning red with embarrassment, and he could only swallow his anger.

Looking at the commotion over there, Liu Bei shook his head.

Arguing with an idiot is foolish; Zhao Liuzhi is the real fool.

He ignored the farce over there and fixed his gaze on another dense red light underwater.

"Stop." After telling Fan Ha'er to stop, he spread the fishing net out in the air again.

Not long after the fishing net sank, Liu Bei immediately felt a tremendous pulling force.

His arm muscles bulged as he forcefully pulled the net upwards.

"Splash—"

Water splashed everywhere, and another net was full of fish!

Grass carp and common carp were struggling frantically in the net, and there were even two snakehead fish mixed in with them.

"Wow! Brother Bei is awesome!" Fan Ha'er jumped up and down excitedly, then turned and shouted to Fan Xibei, "Hey, you idiot Xibei, did you see that? My Brother Bei caught another netful! Where are your professional cormorants? Why aren't they in the water yet? Did they drown?"

"How is that possible?"

Fan Xibei's eyes turned red as he looked at the net full of fish; he was so jealous he felt like he was going to vomit blood.

He was not convinced!

He used cormorants that cost a lot of money, so why would he lose to a scoundrel?

"I refuse to believe in this anymore! Six Fingers, hang in there! Let's get to where he was just now!"

"good!"

Zhao Liuzhi refused to believe it and desperately pushed the bamboo raft over, driving the cormorant back into the water.

As a result, the cormorant surfaced one minute later.

Compared to before, this time it was even worse. Forget about big fish, there wasn't even a small fish bud. The mouths of the four cormorants were full of mud and sand.

"This is weird! This is fucking weird!" Zhao Liuzhi was questioning his existence.

Fan Ha'er's mocking laughter arrived as expected: "Oh my god, you Northwest idiots, did you scare all the fish away? Why don't you kneel down and kowtow to Brother Bei, and Brother Bei will teach you how to catch fish?"

"Shut up!" Fan Xibei was so angry that his vision blurred. He clenched his fists tightly and frantically chanted in his mind: He's an idiot, he's an idiot, I won't stoop to his level...

Liu Bei frowned and patted Fan Ha'er on the shoulder: "Alright, Ha'er, stop stirring things up. If we really push them too far and they pounce, the bamboo raft will capsize, and all our catch this morning will have to feed the turtles. Let's hurry up and catch as many as possible, keep a few for our family to eat, and take the rest to town to exchange for money."

Upon hearing that there was money to be made, Fan Ha'er immediately shut up, his eyes lighting up, and he swung his bamboo pole so high it seemed to fly: "Alright, Brother Bei! Making money is the priority!"

Next, a strange sight appeared on the surface of Zhangjia Lake.

Liu Bei's fishing nets were incredibly accurate; once they hit the water, they would be hauled up with a full net of fish, along with a few large, fat turtles.

Fan Xibei and Zhao Liuzhi were completely deflated. They knew that running into Liu Bei today was incredibly unlucky.

The two men simply put away the cormorants, pushed the bamboo raft to the shore, and stared intently at Liu Bei on the lake, wanting to see just how many fish that good-for-nothing Liu Bei could catch today.

The more they looked, the more their scalps tingled.

Because Liu Bei always holds a full position.

"Brother Northwest... what's going on? How come he catches every fish so easily? We can't even catch a hair!"

"You're asking me? Who the hell am I supposed to ask?!" Fan Xibei kicked the bucket, gritting his teeth in anger, but there was nothing he could do.

An hour passed in the blink of an eye.

Liu Bei's bamboo raft was already overflowing.

The two wooden buckets were packed full, and even the fishing nets contained dozens of kilograms of fish. A rough estimate puts it at least two hundred kilograms.

"Brother Bei, we can't fit any more, the bamboo raft is about to sink!" Fan Ha'er wiped his sweat.

Liu Bei glanced at it and realized that it had indeed reached its limit; if they tried to retrieve the bamboo raft any further, it would capsize.

"Alright! That's a wrap, let's dock."

The bamboo raft changed direction and paddled towards the shore.

Liu Bei glanced at the shore and found that Fan Xibei and Zhao Liuzhi had already slunk away at some point.

"They're lucky they ran fast," Fan Ha'er snorted.

But just as the bamboo raft reached the shore, before the two could even unload the fish, a figure suddenly appeared running from the distant paddy field ridge.

"Xiao Bei! Xiao Bei!"

Liu Bei looked up and saw...

They saw their mother, Zhao Da'e, running towards them with disheveled hair and a worried expression.

The mother cried as she ran.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, Mother accidentally fell on the ridge of the field.

"Mother~"

Seeing this, Liu Bei's heart tightened suddenly, and he hurriedly jumped ashore and ran towards his mother.

Soon, he arrived at his mother's side and helped her up.

"Mother, why are you here? And why did you come in such a hurry? What happened?"

"Xiao Bei! Hurry...hurry home! Something's happened at home!"