Reborn at 80: From Village Scoundrel to Billionaire

"Brother Bei, tell me quickly! What are those two methods?" Fan Ha'er urged, eager to know the answer.

Liu Bei calmly raised his first finger: "The first thing is that you have to be a good marksman."

"Good marksmanship?" Li Dazhuang scratched his head. "Brother Xiao Bei, what does being a good marksman have to do with women?"

"It's very important." Liu Bei patted the hunting rifle beside him. "Good marksmanship makes you a good hunter. A good hunter can make a lot of money. More money can improve the family's living conditions."

"Think about it, what do women dream of? Of course, it's a big house, beautiful clothes, and cosmetics like face cream. If you put these things in front of her, how could she not be devoted to you?"

Fan Erhe nodded in deep agreement: "That makes sense. When the granaries are full, people know etiquette. The same goes for women. When they live comfortably, they will naturally listen to you obediently."

Fan Shuanzhu chimed in, "Yes, that makes sense."

But Li Dazhuang frowned and questioned, "Brother, that's not right. I haven't seen you hunt much before, nor have you made much money. Why were your three wives willing to stay with you then? That doesn't make sense!"

"That's right!"

Upon hearing this, Fan Erhe and Fan Shuanzhu were stunned and turned to look at Liu Bei.

"Dazhuang has hit the nail on the head." Fan Erhe stroked his chin. "Xiaobei, your first point is a bit contradictory."

Liu Bei's lips curled into a smile as he raised his second finger.

"You're right. This leads to the second method."

"What is it?" the three asked in unison.

"You still need to be a good shot."

Li Dazhuang was completely dumbfounded: "How come it's about good marksmanship again? What's the difference?"

Liu Bei shook his finger. "Of course they're different. The first type of marksmanship is for targeting living creatures in the mountains; it's for external use, a way to make money. That's just a verb."

"But this second type of shooting is for internal use. It's not for making money; it's more of a disruptive force. The extra 'disruptive' part, brother, you get it now, right?"

"..."

The oxcart fell silent immediately.

After a brief moment of surprise, Fan Erhe was the first to react, giving Liu Bei a thumbs up: "Holy crap! Two uses in one shot! You're awesome! I'm completely impressed!"

Fan Shuanzhu finally realized what was happening, his old face turning bright red. After a long pause, he finally managed to stammer, "Xiao Bei, what you just said is fucking brilliant!"

Li Dazhuang stood there, muttering verbs and stirring words over and over.

After a long while, he suddenly slapped his forehead, realizing what had happened, and bowed respectfully to Liu Bei.

"Master! You drive so smoothly, I bow to you!"

Liu Bei: "..."

Only Fan Ha'er sat alone at the back of the car, clutching his hair with both hands, looking extremely irritable.

"Brother Bei, what are you talking about? What do you mean by 'external' and 'internal'? And what's with the verbs? What are those 'stirring' verbs? I don't understand a single word!"

Liu Bei suppressed a laugh and gestured with his chin toward Fan Shuanzhu: "You'll have to ask your dad about this. Uncle Shuanzhu is very experienced; he'll teach you."

"Does my dad have experience?"

Fan Ha'er was stunned for a moment, then suddenly slapped his thigh, "I get it!"

"What do you know?" Fan Shuanzhu's eyelids twitched, and he had a bad feeling.

Fan Ha'er said smugly, "Brother Bei means, 'Surrender and you won't be killed!' If you don't surrender, it'll be like how my mother beat you, Dad—making you roll off the bed, right?"

"..."

Fan Shuanzhu was so angry that his mustache almost exploded, and his hand was already raised in mid-air.

Surrender your guns and you won't be killed? Surrender your guns my ass!

He wanted nothing more than to slap this idiot off the bus.

But looking at Fan Ha'er's square face, which was exactly the same as his own, he held his hand up for a long time, then abruptly stopped in mid-air.

You have to endure the suffering you've caused yourself, no matter how bitter it may be.

well! ! !

Fan Shuanzhu lowered his hand and sighed heavily.

When he looked at Liu Bei again, his admiration for him increased even more.

Liu Bei used to be a second-rate scoundrel who only knew how to gamble and beat his wife and children.

But things are different now. Not only does he know how to make money, but he also speaks eloquently. His level of skill and intelligence are definitely not something to be underestimated.

However, since Liu Bei is so knowledgeable in this area, does he have some kind of secret?

Fan Shuanzhu's heart skipped a beat. He coughed twice and moved closer to Liu Bei.

"Xiao Bei, it's like this. I have a friend..."

Liu Bei raised an eyebrow: "Friends?"

"Yes, an old friend of many years. He's loved hunting and shooting since he was a kid, and his aim has always been pretty good. But in recent years, for some reason, his marksmanship has inexplicably declined a lot. You know so much about marksmanship, do you have any good suggestions?"

"Tell your uncle quickly. When I run into him someday, I'll tell him to help him regain his former glory. Of course, don't get me wrong, it's not me, it's really my friend."

Li Dazhuang: "..."

Fan Erhe: "..."

The two looked at each other and instantly understood!

Liu Bei understood, of course, and was suppressing a laugh as he prepared to offer Fan Shuanzhu some advice.

Just then, Fan Ha'er suddenly leaned over and shouted, "Brother Bei! I also have something I want to ask you!"

Fan Shuanzhu glared at him: "What are you doing interrupting when adults are speaking!"

Fan Ha'er ignored him and stared intently at Liu Bei: "Brother Bei, I also have a friend. His new dad has always loved playing with guns. Recently, for some reason, his shooting skills have declined quite a bit. Can you help him think of a way to improve his shooting? Of course, Brother Bei, don't misunderstand, he's not my dad, he's my friend's new dad!"

"puff……"

Li Dazhuang couldn't hold back any longer and spat out a mouthful of saliva, laughing so hard he collapsed onto the cow's back.

Fan Erhe clutched his stomach and laughed until tears streamed down his face.

Liu Bei was laughing so hard his stomach hurt and he coughed repeatedly.

Fan Ha'er, that kid, is a real talent.

Like father, like son! He imitates his father's speech perfectly, even capturing the essence of it.

Fan Shuanzhu's face had turned from red to black, and then from black to purple.

He suddenly stood up, his eyebrows raised, and swung his hand towards the back of Fan Ha'er's head.

"I'll beat you to death, you little brat!"

"Ouch! Dad, why did you hit me!" Fan Ha'er covered his head and ran away, hiding behind Liu Bei.

Fan Shuanzhu trembled with rage: "You brat, if you're going to imitate someone, can't you at least do it subtly? Why be so obvious? Your friend's new dad? Your friend only has one dad, doesn't he? Are you cursing me to be cuckolded?"

"I didn't!" Fan Ha'er said, looking aggrieved. "I just copied what you said! You have a friend, and I have a friend, isn't that normal?"

"Normal my ass! I'll skin you alive today!" Fan Shuanzhu pretended to pounce on him again.

Liu Bei quickly reached out and grabbed Fan Shuanzhu's arm, repeatedly advising, "Uncle Shuanzhu, calm down, calm down. Ha'er was just agreeing with you, he didn't mean anything by it, please don't take it to heart."

Fan Shuanzhu sat down again, panting heavily, and glared fiercely at Fan Ha'er.

Hiding behind Liu Bei, Fan Ha'er was still muttering to herself, "What did I do wrong? I just said whatever you said, Dad. Is there something wrong with the term 'new dad'? But I said my friend's new dad, not mine..."

He scratched his head, then suddenly widened his eyes and covered his mouth: "Wait a minute! Did my mother really find me a new father? Who is he?"

"Fan! Ha! Er!" Fan Shuanzhu suddenly turned his head and roared through the night sky.

"Father, I was wrong!"

"Ha ha……"

Laughter filled the oxcart.

Suddenly, the oxcart came to a screeching halt.

Liu Bei and his group were caught off guard and almost fell.

"Brother Dazhuang, why did you suddenly stop the oxcart?"