1990, Reborn as a Beachcomber, From Rascal to Brilliant Guy

"No, no, no need to go to such lengths, just post a notice!"

Upon hearing Lin Yaotang's suggestion, Lin Shuisheng's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly waved his hand in refusal.

If we really want to carve his name, we'll have to wait until he actually makes money and donates it in front of the villagers to win the lottery.

"Alright, I'll put up a notice on red paper after I finish eating so that everyone in the village knows about the good deeds you've done."

Seeing that Lin Shuisheng was indeed unwilling, Lin Yaotang did not force him and simply nodded in agreement.

After saying that, he was about to go inside to get the merit book from Lin Shuisheng to make a registration when Lin Shuisheng grabbed his arm.

"Um, Uncle, there's something else I'd like to discuss with you."

"you say!"

"It's nothing really. I just need to do some things and I'd like to ask Brother Ming to come and help me. I'll pay him 10 yuan a day. Is that okay?"

"No, no, absolutely not! You know what kind of person Mingzai is. Don't let his tall and strong appearance fool you; he's not very bright, like a three-year-old. What if he messes up your plans?"

Upon hearing Lin Shuisheng's words, Lin Yaotang immediately shook his head vigorously, like a rattle drum.

"Uncle, I know you're worried about Ah Ming, but you're almost 60 this year, and Ah Ming is only in his early 30s. You can't take care of him for the rest of your life, can you?"

Lin Shuisheng straightened his expression and looked at Lin Yaotang with a serious face.

"I..."

Lin Yaotang opened his mouth, but then fell silent for a moment.

In fact, the situation Lin Shuisheng described was also the thing that worried him the most.

He's still alive, and he can barely protect his mentally challenged son.

When he dies, he won't know how his three-year-old son, with his intellectual disability, will survive on his own.

He had once thought of entrusting Lin Xiangming to his brothers and sisters, but every time he opened his mouth, before he could finish speaking, he was cut off.

If he can live to be 90, then Lin Xiangming will be over 60. At worst, the father and son can pass away together.

But is this possible?

"Uncle, I think you could let Ah Ming try it first. If it really doesn't work, then bring him back. What do you think?"

Seeing that Lin Yaotang had remained silent for a long time, Lin Shuisheng raised an eyebrow and made a suggestion.

"That..."

Lin Yaotang glanced at Lin Shuisheng, then at the bewildered boy standing beside him, a look of interest appearing on his face.

"How could I possibly trouble you?"

"No trouble at all. I happen to need someone strong who isn't too cunning to come and help me. Brother Ming is just right."

Lin Shuisheng waved his hand and looked at Lin Yaotang with a sincere expression.

In fact, the reason he wanted to ask Lin Xiangming to come and help him was partly to repay the kindness of his past life, and partly because Lin Xiangming was not only tall and strong, but also wouldn't be jealous of his money and stab him in the back.

Moreover, he's just trying it out first.

If that really doesn't work, then he can think of other ways.

"Alright, since you've put it this way, I'll shamelessly accept your favor. If A-Ming doesn't listen or work hard, you can hit him or scold him as you see fit. If all else fails, just send him back."

Seeing that Lin Shuisheng didn't seem to be joking, Lin Yaotang hesitated for a long time, but in the end, he couldn't bear to miss this golden opportunity.

After saying that, before Lin Shuisheng could reply, he turned around and walked to his mentally challenged son, speaking with a serious expression:

"Ah Ming, you should have heard what I said to Ah Shui. From now on, you will do whatever Ah Shui tells you to do. If you dare to disobey Ah Shui, I will disown you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, yes, Dad, I will definitely listen to Ah Shui."

Lin Xiangming nodded vigorously, gripping his trouser legs tightly with both hands, his facial muscles tense.

Clearly, he was frightened by Lin Yaotang's words.

Seeing him like this, Lin Shuisheng quickly stepped forward and pulled Lin Yaotang up.

"Alright, Uncle, don't scare him like that. I'll talk to him about it properly."

After saying that, he turned to look at Lin Xiangming and began to instruct:

"Brother Ming, you stay home and help your dad with the chores today, then come to my house tomorrow morning, okay?"

"I've got it. I'll come to your house tomorrow morning."

Upon hearing this, Lin Xiangming immediately nodded vigorously.

"Alright, Uncle, if there's nothing else, I'll head back now!"

Seeing Lin Xiangming's reaction, Lin Shuisheng felt a slight sense of relief, then greeted Lin Yaotang and turned to leave.

When he returned home, he found that Lin Chaosheng had almost finished reinforcing the shed next to the front courtyard.

The roof tiles and cement mortar on the walls had also dried out; if you tried to scratch them with your fingernail, you could only make a shallow mark.

In this way, he shouldn't have to worry about the house leaking during typhoons.

"Ah Shui, it's almost one o'clock, and Dad and Mom still haven't come back. Hurry up and go check what's going on!"

Lin Chaosheng wiped the sweat from his forehead, looked up at the scorching sun, and shouted loudly at Lin Shuisheng.

Upon hearing his words, Lin Shuisheng frowned slightly, then quickly turned and walked towards the back mountain.

His parents were fine, but he was worried about his pregnant sister-in-law and elderly grandmother, fearing something might happen to them.

He had only gone halfway when he ran into Lin Haisheng, a man carrying a huge load of lychees. Behind him were Su Meilan and Huang Suzhen, who were carrying baskets in one hand, and at the very back were Lin Mingtao and Lin Chunjiao, who were eating mangoes as they walked.

This gave him a slight sense of relief. He then quickly stepped forward, bypassed Lin Haisheng, and took the basket from Su Meilan and Huang Suzhen.

"Grandma, sister-in-law, you're not feeling well, why didn't you go home earlier?"

"It's okay, we'll just help pick up some fruit under the tree, it's not tiring."

The old lady waved her hand, a relieved smile appearing on her face.

"That's right, Dad and Ah Hai picked them from the tree, and we ate them under the tree. We had a lot of fun eating them."

Su Meilan nodded, and happily touched her big belly with her hand.

Hearing her words, Lin Chunjiao also ran over to join in the fun.

"Dad, mangoes are delicious, do you want some?"

As she spoke, she handed over the mango in her hand.

Looking at the mango with teeth marks that looked like they'd been chewed by a dog, Lin Shuisheng's lips twitched, then he forced a smile and shook his head.

"No, Dad isn't hungry."