Reborn at 80: From Village Scoundrel to Billionaire

Liu Bei, carrying a bamboo basket on his back, walked out of the alleyway and suddenly stopped.

He remembered something.

In his previous life, he had seen imported sanitary napkins at the town's supply and marketing cooperative. A pack cost seven cents and they were imported from a major city in the south.

Back then, an ordinary worker's monthly salary was only about thirty yuan, and seven mao (0.7 yuan) was enough to buy a pound of salt.

The first sanitary napkin production line in China was introduced in 1982.

It's only 1981 now.

In other words, in this day and age,

When a woman in the countryside has her period, she usually sews a cloth bag, stuffs it with straw paper, and ties it around her waist to deal with it.

He didn't understand or care before.

In her previous life, Su Yuehe was always in poor health, suffering from gynecological problems every few days. Later, she found out that it was directly related to this.

Liu Bei turned around and ran home.

Sure enough, the moment he stepped into the courtyard, Zhao Chunyan's voice exploded.

"Mother! Was I right? Your son is all talk and no action! Look, he's back again! He was gone for less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, and he's back again! Where are the eels and loaches? Did they find a shady spot under a tree on the way and go to sleep?"

Zhao Da'e was chopping firewood in the backyard when she heard the noise. She poked half her body out and saw Liu Bei returning empty-handed. Her face immediately fell.

He was angry for a long time and didn't say anything.

It's not that I don't want to curse, it's that I'm tired of cursing.

"Mom, I didn't come back to be lazy," Liu Bei quickly explained. "First, I came back to get my tools; I forgot to bring the ground cage in my rush. Second, I wanted to go in and say a few words to Yuehe."

"Why did you have to come back to say that?" Zhao Chunyan persisted.

Liu Bei ignored him and went straight to the storage room, where he found a kerosene lamp, two pairs of bamboo fire tongs, and three ground cages, which he stuffed into his bamboo basket.

Zhao Chunyan stared at him.

Liu Bei put the basket down in the yard and turned to walk towards Su Yuehe's side room.

Zhao Chunyan immediately followed.

She didn't believe that Liu Bei had returned to say a few words to Su Yuehe.

"Squeak!"

Liu Bei pushed open the door and went inside.

The room was dimly lit, with a ray of light shining in through a window the size of a dog hole.

Su Yuehe, wrapped in a thin quilt, leaned against the headboard, her face pale and her forehead covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Hearing the noise, she slowly raised her head.

When she saw that it was Liu Bei, she instinctively shrank back into the bed.

She still vividly remembers what happened last night.

She remembered the heavy rain, the brick kiln, the two hooligans, and Liu Bei carrying her back.

But so what?

This man used to be nice to people, but every time he was nice, it was followed by a slap.

She is afraid.

However, she breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Zhao Chunyan following behind.

With Sister Chunyan here, everything should be fine.

"Yue He."

Liu Bei walked to the bedside.

Su Yuehe remained silent.

Liu Bei squatted down and stretched out his hand.

Su Yuehe immediately tensed up.

The next second, Liu Bei's hand reached directly into Su Yuehe's blanket and slipped down into her waistband.

Su Yuehe froze, her mind going completely blank.

She opened her mouth, as if trying to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

Zhao Chunyan at the door was also stunned for half a second.

"Liu Bei, you beast!!!"

She dashed to the corner, grabbed a broom, and swung it at Liu Bei's back.

"In broad daylight! Trying to do that in front of me! Yuehe still has a fever! You're not human, you're a beast! I'll beat you to death!"

The broom came crashing down with a whooshing sound.

Liu Bei had already pulled his hand back.

He turned to the side and grabbed the broom handle with his left hand.

Zhao Chunyan couldn't move, so she became even more anxious and kicked him.

"Let go! Will you let go or not? If you don't, believe me, I'll twist your 'dog thing' off and feed it to the pigs!"

Su Yuehe finally realized what was happening. Her face turned bright red, and she shrank into the blanket, revealing only her reddened eyes and trembling lips.

She dared not cry out loud, but tears were already welling up in her eyes.

Liu Bei gripped the broom handle tightly,

"Chunyan, listen to me first."

"Shut up! Let go first! Are you letting go or not?"

"You can hit me if I let go. Listen to me first—"

"Three! Two! One! If you don't let go, I'll take you down with me today!"

"I reached in just now to check what Yuehe was using to deal with her menstrual period!"

"I just checked." Liu Bei loosened the broom handle and took a step back. "A cloth bag and toilet paper. Right?"

Su Yuehe's face instantly turned from red to purplish-red.

Zhao Chunyan glared at Liu Bei, holding the broom.

"Bullshit! Do you think I'm a three-year-old? You touched my crotch and then said you were sure? Can't you use your mouth? Do you have to use your hand?"

Liu Bei's lips twitched.

What she said doesn't seem to be wrong.

But if he asks what padding you used, will Su Yuehe answer? Zhao Chunyan will definitely scold you even more harshly!

"Okay, my method was wrong. But I checked the contents. That method of using a cloth bag and straw paper is too unclean and can easily cause illness. Yuehe's fever this time might be related to this."

"You can't use those anymore. All three of you are the same."

"Fine. You think you can just ban it like that? Then show us something clean! Do you think nobody wants to use something cheap? That stuff costs seventy cents a pack! You're going to pay for it? Can you even afford it?"

"I can afford it." Liu Bei looked directly into her eyes. "When I make money, I'll go to town and buy you a month's supply. If I can't, may I be struck by lightning."

"Fine. I'll trust you one more time. If you can't do it, I'm not done with you." Zhao Chunyan said this, picked up the broom, turned around and went out the door.

But after taking only two steps, she turned back, poked her head through the crack in the door, and said to Su Yuehe, "Yuehe, if he dares to lay a finger on you again, call me. I'll kill him."

"Bang!"

The door closed.

Only Liu Bei and Su Yuehe remained in the room.

Su Yuehe pulled the blanket up to her nose, revealing her bloodshot eyes.

She doesn't believe it.

He was just confirming it.

I don't believe he would buy any sanitary napkins.

Since the birth of her daughter, when has this man ever cared about what she uses, what she wears, whether she's in pain, or whether she's cold?

They certainly gained a lot of benefits.

"Yuehe, it's my fault. Take good care of yourself. I'll tell you things slowly when you're better."

Liu Bei didn't linger; he picked up his bamboo basket and went out the door.

……

He hadn't gone far from the alley entrance when a burly figure darted out from around the corner, nearly knocking Liu Bei off balance.

It was his childhood friend, Fan Ha'er.

"Brother Bei! I've finally found you!" Fan Ha'er was covered in sweat, carrying a carrying pole in his hand. "Let's go, let's go!"

"Why are you here?"

"My dad sent me!" Fan Ha'er slammed his carrying pole on the ground. "Brother Bei, news of your wolf-hunting has spread, and several families in our village want to go up the mountain to try their luck. My dad told me to come and ask you first when you're going. He wants to go too!"

"I'm not going today."

"Huh? Why?" Fan Ha'er looked disappointed.

"My third wife is menstruating, so I need to catch eels and loaches to supplement her iron intake."

Fan Ha'er was stunned, scratched his head,

"Menstruation? Brother Bei, what's menstruation?"

"It's just... my period started."

Fan Ha'er was even more bewildered, his brows furrowed like a string of figure-eight twisted ropes.

"Auntie? Third sister-in-law's period is here? Where did she come from? Is it far? Did she come by oxcart or on foot?"

Liu Bei's lips twitched. "You'll understand once you get married."

Fan Ha'er thought for a moment, then slapped his thigh.

"I get it! After you get married, Auntie will come to visit! And you have to entertain her! Brother Bei, you're going to catch eels to entertain Auntie, right?"

Liu Bei took a deep breath, feeling that it would be dark by the time he finished explaining to this simpleton.

"Are you free? If you are, come with me to catch eels."

"I'm free! I'm free!" Fan Ha'er's eyes lit up again. He slung the carrying pole over his shoulder. "Brother Bei, teach me! When I get married and Auntie comes to visit, I'll personally go to the fields to catch eels to treat her! I'll make sure Auntie eats and drinks well! I want to come again next time!"

"My aunt will definitely praise me then, saying, 'This young man is so good at catching eels! Amazing!'"

"Aunt Flo? Eel?"

How come these words sounded so different coming from Fan Ha'er's mouth?

Liu Bei's lips twitched. "Let's go! Hurry up! It'll get dark if we don't leave now!"

Liu Bei grabbed Fan Ha'er's arm and dragged him toward the edge of the field.

Fan Ha'er stumbled as she was pulled, muttering, "Brother Bei, don't rush! Aunt Flo isn't going anywhere!"

……

Behind the gate to her courtyard, Zhao Chunyan leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest, gazing at the direction Liu Bei had run off in with a complicated expression.

sanitary napkin.

Of course she knew what it was.

She saw him once behind the counter of the supply and marketing cooperative when he was delivering firecrackers in town.

The packaging paper was printed in foreign languages, and the salesperson said it was seven cents a pack, so she pulled her out hand back.

Seven cents is enough to buy two pounds of cornmeal.

She never imagined that someone like Liu Bei would even notice something like this.

She bit her lip, turned around, and went inside.

He took two steps and then stopped, glancing back towards the alley entrance.

Liu Bei was nowhere to be seen; he had vanished long ago.

"Neuropathy……"