A 50-year-old man is reborn and becomes a complete slacker, leaving his scumbag children completely

Hu Xiawen was initially about to lose her temper, but after hearing from the villagers that Hu Dahai was doing well and making a lot of money recently, she swallowed her anger. She thought she'd observe the situation first; if possible, getting some money back from Hu Dahai wouldn't be out of the question.

Hu Xiawen and Ding Xin, empty-handed, followed Hu Dahai into the house.

Hu Dahai went into his room, took out a small tin box of pastries, and sat down on a stool by himself.

Hu Xiawen looked at the pastries and swallowed hard. There was only one box, and it cost at least 5 yuan. It was the most high-end pastry, the kind that Hu Xiawen usually only dared to look at at the supply and marketing cooperative, not to buy.

However, Hu Xiawen originally thought that Hu Dahai would take it out and share it with them, but unexpectedly, Hu Dahai just ate it by himself and showed no intention of sharing it at all.

Hu Xiawen thought that Hu Dahai was complaining that she didn't care about Hu Wangfei and the other children, so before Hu Dahai could speak, Hu Xiawen said with a smile, "Dahai, Wangfei should be able to pass the college entrance examination this time, right? When Wangfei passes the exam, I will introduce him to a marriage."

Of course, she didn't forget to take the opportunity to get some benefits: "Why don't you give me some money now, and I'll start preparing early and find out what she likes and dislikes? After all, good girls don't wait for anyone. If I miss this opportunity today, that good girl will be taken by some other pig tomorrow."

"No need. I don't know if Hu Wangfei can pass the exam, but you should ask him about his marriage. I don't care anymore," Hu Dahai said calmly, giving her a cold look as he spoke.

"Uh..." Hu Xiawen felt like he had punched cotton.

If it were the old Hu Dahai, he would have been overjoyed to hear her say that. He would have given her the pastries he was holding, and he would have even started asking her how much money she needed. He would have borrowed money if she didn't have enough.

But now, not only did she not get to eat the pastries, but the way Hu Dahai looked at her just now made Hu Xiawen feel like he was looking at an idiot.

The three of them fell into an awkward silence. Hu Xiawen didn't know what to say, Ding Xin didn't know what to say either, and Hu Dahai was busy eating pastries. For some reason, he was a little hungry today.

"Ahem." In the end, Hu Xiawen broke the silence first, because the pastries in Hu Dahai's hand made Hu Xiawen believe that Hu Dahai did indeed have some money.

In truth, only Hu Xiawen herself knew the actual situation of her family. If she could really get some money, that would be the best outcome. So she first gave Ding Xin a look, preparing to spend a lot of money.

Soon, Ding Xin came in from outside, carrying two packages.

Hu Xiawen took it and placed it on the table: "Dahai, this is something that's been really popular in our city lately. It's an off-season vegetable. I just bought it this morning. It's delicious and fresh."

"I don't know which genius had such a brain to grow fresh vegetables in such cold weather. Now everyone in the city is scrambling to buy them! I'm your sister, so of course I'll think of you when I get something good."

Hu Dahai looked at the two packages that Hu Xiawen handed him, and thought, "Huh, isn't this my off-season vegetables?"

I never expected to be given Sun Tai brand off-season vegetables as a gift.

"Oh? Auntie, what brings you here?"

Just then, Hu Guanbao returned from outside and happened to run into the group of people sitting in the living room.

Before Hu Xiawen and the others could say anything, Hu Guanbao saw the vegetables on the table.

"Hey, this is it?"

Hu Guanbao picked up the out-of-season vegetables with surprise.

"Hey, Guanbao, you're back! These are some off-season vegetables that your aunt brought you from the city. They're expensive but delicious!"

Previously, Hu Xiawen had been indifferent to Hu Guanbao, but today she was surprisingly polite.

"Huh?!" Hu Guanbao exclaimed in surprise, "This, this is our family's off-season vegetables! I recognize the shell."

Hu Xiawen and Ding Xin were dumbfounded upon hearing this.

The two of them looked at Hu Guanbao with some confusion: "Guanbao, what nonsense are you talking about? These out-of-season vegetables are from the city."

"I said, this is our family's off-season vegetables!"

"what?!"

Hu Xiawen exclaimed in shock, her voice unusually shrill: "You're saying these out-of-season vegetables belong to your family? Are you kidding me? I bought them!"

Hu Guanbao sighed, "You've got it wrong. I said these off-season vegetables are grown by my family and then sold in the city. This Sun Tai brand, even the logo, was designed by my dad."

Now it was Hu Xiawen's turn to be dumbfounded. She looked at Hu Guanbao, who didn't seem to be lying.

"Day, did you really plant this?" Hu Xiawen sat down again, feeling embarrassed about his misunderstanding.

"Mm." Hu Dahai didn't deny it and nodded in agreement.

"Hiss!" Hu Xiawen and Ding Xin immediately gasped, feeling extremely shocked.

Hu Xiawen immediately grasped the key point: "Do you need any more people? We can come and help you! My Ding Xin might be able to do it."

"No need, Ye Qing is in charge, so you don't need to worry about this."

Hu Dahai shook his head and said.

Upon hearing that Ye Qinggang was in charge, Hu Xiawen immediately gained confidence: "Let me tell you, you can't trust Ye Qinggang to sell it. He's an outsider, after all. It's always more reassuring to have one of our own people handle it."

"Moreover, my Ding Xin drives a large truck for them in Hangzhou. He has a wide network of connections. If you're lucky, he can even deliver goods directly into the city for you!"

Hu Xiawen said, his eyes shining.

Being in Hangzhou, they naturally knew how famous these off-season vegetables were; it was practically a household item that almost everyone bought.

Hu Xiawen has bought them before; those off-season vegetables look fresh and taste fresh too.

They never imagined that these off-season vegetables were actually produced by Hu Dahai.

Seeing how popular off-season vegetables are in the city, it would be a lie to say Ding Xin wasn't tempted.

The mother and son had already planned everything in the brief exchange of glances.

They could have Ding Xin manage off-season vegetables for Hu Dahai so they could make a profit. For example, they could buy them from Hu Dahai for 50 cents and sell them for 60 cents.

In this way, Hu Dahai will not lose money, and more importantly, his family will also make money.

As for the price in the city, whether it's a penny more or less per pound, it's not something they need to worry about at all, since people in the city are scrambling to buy it now.

Their dreams are grand, but reality is always harsh.

Hu Dahai rejected their suggestion without even thinking: "Compared to Ye Qinggang, I trust you even less."

Hu Xiawen and his team were dumbfounded, or rather, panicked.

"No, Dahai, my son has a big truck that can deliver your goods to much farther places! Don't you want your off-season vegetables to be sold in other areas?"

"Of course I'll sell them to other places, but what does that have to do with you?" Hu Dahai sneered.

Hu Xiawen stood up: "Hu Dahai, can't you understand human language? My son has a big truck. He can help you deliver goods to other places in the future, and you can earn a lot more money. Can't you do the math for such a good business?"

Their conversation inside was so loud that many villagers outside could hear it.

To be honest, they didn't quite understand why Hu Dahai disagreed.

"Hu Dahai was a bit dumbfounded. This is a powerful alliance between them. One has goods, and the other has vehicles. Wouldn't it be perfect for them to join forces and expand their business?"

"I guess Hu Dahai is afraid that Hu Xiawen will cause trouble. Hu Xiawen was really bad back then."

"The past is the past, the present is the present. If it were me, I would definitely agree. Hu Dahai won't lose out on his earnings."