After being reborn, the young master returned to his village and led his wife and daughters to prosp

"It's a misunderstanding, Mr. Lin, it's all a misunderstanding!"

"I didn't know she was your niece, Mr. Lin, please calm down!"

Lin Fan sneered, "It's good that you admit it. You scoundrel, you're always idle and don't do anything productive, and now you're even trying to steal from me."

Before anyone, including Er Gou, could react, Lin Fan suddenly strode forward and kicked Er Gou in the chest, knocking him to the ground.

Er Gou was stunned by the kick, clutching his chest and looking pained.

At the same time, anger surged up instantly.

"Damn it, you surnamed Lin, you dare to hit me? Do you really think you're some kind of god just because you have a few stinking coins?"

People like Er Gou are scoundrels who are used to being unruly, and generally no one wants to mess with them. Over time, they become more and more arrogant.

He was polite to Lin Fan because Lin Fan could make him money, but now that Lin Fan dared to hit him, how could he let it go?

Er Gou jumped up in a flash, grabbed Lin Fan by the collar, and was about to beat him up.

Lin Fan looked at him coldly and said, "Go ahead and hit me. You robbed me in the street, you provoked trouble, oh right, you even attacked my niece. Can I interpret that as you trying to kidnap her? Let's add child trafficking to that."

"These charges are enough to keep you in jail for life. Hurry up and hit me! Everyone around here is a witness. If you don't hit me, you're my grandson!"

Er Gou stared at Lin Fan, whose eyes were devoid of any color, and suddenly swallowed hard, a sense of fear creeping into his heart.

"you you……"

He wanted to say something harsh to Lin Fan, but the words wouldn't come out.

A hint of mockery flashed in Lin Fan's eyes, and then he slapped Er Gou across the face without hesitation.

"damn thing!"

"Do you really think everyone is afraid of you? You even steal things from six or seven-year-old children, do you have any humanity left?"

“Our Qingshui Village actually produced such a piece of trash as you. Come on, try hitting me! Do you believe that if you dare to lay a finger on me today, I'll make sure you never see the sun outside the prison again for the rest of your life?”

Er Gou stumbled and fell to the ground after being slapped. When he looked up at Lin Fan, his gaze was filled with even more fear.

That's how these kinds of people are. The more you give in, the more they'll take advantage of you. You have to be tougher on them and figure out which side you're stronger than them. They'll naturally be afraid of you because bullying the weak and fearing the strong is in their nature.

If it were anyone else, Er Gou might be dissatisfied and even put up a fight, but Lin Fan is so young, and I heard that he collects more than a thousand catties of snails every day. At five cents a catty, that's still several hundred yuan.

In their small village, such a person was a very important figure. Er Gou dared not offend him because he was unsure whether Lin Fan was telling the truth.

Such a wealthy person might actually know those officials in the county town. What if we lock him up in jail?

He had been inside before, so he knew how terrifying it was, and he never wanted to go in again in his life.

"Get lost! If I ever see you bullying the villagers in Qingshui Village again, don't blame me for being impolite!"

Lin Fan roared again, and Er Gou immediately turned tail and ran away, not caring about anything else.

Upon seeing Er Gou driven away, the villagers immediately cheered.

Not far away, Xiao Xiuying looked at her uncle with starry eyes, her face full of smiles.

"Boss Lin is so domineering! That bastard deserved to be taught a lesson long ago!"

“Good job, Mr. Lin. This little scoundrel stole one of our chickens before, and I didn’t dare to argue with him. Today, Mr. Lin has avenged me.”

"Who says otherwise? Don't worry, Boss Lin, if this guy dares to show up in Qingshui Village again to do petty theft, we'll all unite and drive him out!"

Lin Fan smiled and greeted everyone, then dismissed them.

A moment later, only Lin Fan, Xiuying, and the old man whom Xiuying called Grandpa Chu remained at the entrance of the noisy convenience store.

"Sir, are you alright?"

The old man was still sitting on the ground, not getting up. He was holding his basket and picking up the snails that had just been knocked over, one by one.

Lin Fan squatted down to help Tai pick up the snails. After they finished picking them all up, Lin Fan helped the old man up.

"Sir, you look unfamiliar. You don't seem to be from Qingshui Village. Are you from elsewhere?"

The old man stood up unsteadily, not answering the question, but handing the snail basket to Lin Fan: "Young man, you must be the uncle this little girl was talking about. These things are five cents a pound?"

Lin Fan paused for a moment, then took the basket: "That's right, sir, you want to sell snails, right? I estimate these snails weigh about seven or eight pounds. I'll give you ten pounds, and I'll give you five yuan, how about that?"

As he spoke, Lin Fan took out five yuan from his pocket and handed it over.

The amount of money was more than expected, but the old man shook his head and said seriously, "Young man, it's what it is. You can't accept something for nothing. Take it back, weigh it, and then we'll calculate the price."

Hearing the old man say that, Lin Fan looked him up and down, a strange look appearing in his eyes.

This old man is interesting. Although he looks down on his luck, he has a rather different demeanor and speaks eloquently. He is clearly very different from these country bumpkins who throw stones. He must be an educated man, and a very learned one at that.

Because when he said these words, his eyes were very sincere, and he clearly had the integrity of a scholar who truly absorbed the knowledge of books.

Lin Fan thought for a moment and nodded.

He then looked down at the book that Er Gou had just returned to him.

"Introduction to Arithmetic"

The book cover had only four simple words on it. Lin Fan looked up at the old man and asked cautiously, "Sir, is this book a gift for Xiuying?"

The old man nodded and smiled, "Yes, this young girl is a good student, and she has taken good care of this old man these past few days. This is a small gift from me to her."

Lin Fan tentatively looked at the old man and asked, "Sir, have you only been in our village for a few days?"

“That’s right. I’ve only been here for less than half a month and I can’t survive. This little girl said she could go and collect snails to sell to her uncle. They’re worth 50 cents a pound, so at least I won’t starve to death.”

As he spoke, the old man looked at Xiuying with a gratified expression.

Lin Fan was also proud of his little niece's kindness.

He lowered his head and patted Xiuying's head, then turned to look at the old man and asked hesitantly, "Sir, you're from out of town, and you're carrying this kind of primer. Are you perhaps a teacher?"

The old man hesitated for a moment, seemingly unwilling to answer.

But looking at his current disheveled state and Lin Fan's actions in helping him out of the predicament, he still nodded.