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

"Say less." Hu Guanbao saw Hu Dahai approaching and felt that his wife was going a bit too far by talking about his own father in public. It would be one thing if she talked about him like that behind his back at home.

"What's the rush?!" Zhang Yuzhen said nonchalantly, "We've already got the land approved, so as soon as our house is built, we'll move out immediately."

“We’re keeping our distance from this old man. I’m worried that he might lose money in the fish business and come to us for a loan.”

Many people in the village felt dissatisfied after hearing Zhang Yuzhen's words, but since it was a family matter and Zhang Yuzhen was not someone to be trifled with, they dared not speak out.

"Yuanshan, get me an empty bucket. We'll take all these fish," Hu Dahai said, turning to Bao Yuanshan as if he hadn't heard Zhang Yuzhen's words.

It's ridiculous that a father can boss others around but not his own son.

Hu Guanbao just stood there watching Hu Dahai get busy. Thinking about how he had been doing well since the family split up recently, and with so many people watching, he wanted to step forward and pretend to help.

Unfortunately, before he could even move, Zhang Yuzhen grabbed his ear and dragged him back into the house: "With this much energy, you might as well help my dad farm tomorrow."

Hu Wangfei stood there blankly, not offering any help. In fact… after standing there for a while, he went back to his room to sleep. It wasn't that he didn't want to help, but his body was just too sore; even standing there was tiring, let alone offering any assistance.

Hu Dahai was completely unmoved by the departure of his two sons.

The worse they treat themselves now, the more public opinion in the village will turn in their favor. If these rebellious sons try to do anything that is detrimental to them, they will probably be drowned in the villagers' spittle.

Hu Dahai weighed the first person's fish: "Old Shen, one of your fish is very small, but I'll still accept it for you today. There are four fish in total, three large and one small, weighing 10 jin. At 15 cents per jin, it's 1.5 yuan in total."

Old Shen has a net at home, so he can catch 10 jin (5 catties), which is pretty good.

Old Shen took the 1.5 yuan and left, gratefully thanking Hu Dahai. After all, this was their extra income; with that 1.5 yuan, he could at least buy a pound of meat to eat tomorrow.

Seeing that Hu Dahai was genuinely buying fish and was actually giving them cash directly, everyone became even more interested.

They were jostling each other, all eager to sell their fish to Hu Dahai as quickly as possible.

"Don't worry, everyone. As long as your fish are big enough, I'll take them all," Hu Dahai patiently advised, while continuing to collect fish.

Not many villagers came, and they didn't catch many fish. Most of them were caught with nets. If you were lucky, you could catch 30 jin (15 catties), but if you were unlucky, you might only catch one or two jin (0.5-0.2 kg) of fish.

That night, Hu Dahai collected fish until 10 p.m., totaling about 150 jin of fish, 400 jin of snails, and more than 10 jin of eels.

Including his own fish, he now has over 250 jin (approximately 125 kg) of fish. He's confident he can sell them for a good price in the city tomorrow.

Hu Dahai and Bao Yuanshan worked for a while in the fishpond in the yard, releasing all the fish into the pond in batches.

The once tranquil fishpond immediately became turbulent, as the freshly caught fish were very active and jumping around.

"Yuanshan, don't go back yet. Help me set up my cart." After settling the fish, Hu Dahai stopped Bao Yuanshan again.

Because his cart only has two wheels, it's difficult to keep it level when hauling fish. If the cart tilts forward or backward, the water in the buckets will spill out. So Hu Dahai decided to modify the cart.

Rural people are generally the type who can do things themselves and absolutely won't spend any money.

Therefore, many rural people can do masonry, plumbing, electrical work, and some carpentry, and some even repair bicycles.

Hu Dahai and Bao Yuanshan are also typical rural people.

Under the dim light of the living room, the two of them made a major modification to the cart, turning it from a cart with only one pair of wheels into a cart with two pairs of wheels, one in the front and one in the back.

This makes the cart very stable, and there's no need to worry about the cart tilting forward or backward and causing water to leak out when someone is pulling it.

Moreover, the size has been increased, making the cart much larger. Hu Dahai even thought that if the transport volume continued to increase, he could add another pair of wheels to make the cart even bigger and increase its load capacity.

"Alright." Hu Dahai clapped his hands. "Yuanshan, let's set off a little earlier tomorrow morning."

The next morning, Hu Dahai and Bao Yuanshan loaded all the fish, snails, eels, and other seafood onto the truck, and with the truck full of goods, they prepared to go to the city.

Perhaps because of the extra pair of wheels, pulling this cart was not tiring at all. Today, the cart was loaded with fish, water, snails, and other things, weighing at least a thousand pounds, but Hu Dahai actually found it much easier to pull than yesterday.

As soon as someone saw Hu Dahai approaching from the market, they immediately shouted:

"The fishmonger is here! The fishmonger is here!"

"The fish yesterday was so fresh and delicious. My grandson said he would throw a tantrum if I didn't buy him fish today."

"Who says otherwise? My husband also kicked me out early this morning. He insisted that I buy fish to take home."

"I've finally waited for this! Do you still have turtles today? The turtles from yesterday were truly amazing!" The customer who bought turtles yesterday was incredibly excited.

Everyone chattered amongst themselves, completely surrounding Hu Dahai and his group's cart.

This fish is not only delicious but also inexpensive. A three-pound fish costs only one yuan, which is much more cost-effective than meat.

In just over two hours, Hu Dahai's fish were completely sold out. Even the snails were all gone.

When the crowd dispersed, Bao Yuanshan stared at the thick wad of cash in Hu Dahai's hand, utterly dumbfounded: "Dahai, can selling fish really make this much money?! Won't they arrest us for speculation?"

He couldn't believe that he could make so much money just by simply buying it from home and selling it here. Therefore, Bao Yuanshan, still clinging to outdated ideas, instinctively worried that he would be arrested for speculation and profiteering.

"Don't worry, it won't happen." Hu Dahai took out three yuan from his own money and handed it to Bao Yuanshan: "Three yuan means three yuan. You can keep it now without worry. Besides, this fish might not be available for sale any day."

Today, all these fish, eels, and snails were sold, earning Hu Dahai a total of 103 yuan. After deducting the cost of about 30 yuan for purchasing these aquatic products, Hu Dahai still made a net profit of more than 70 yuan.

Bao Yuanshan looked at the three yuan and swallowed hard. Three yuan a day was something he had never dared to dream of before. It would be a lie to say he didn't want the money, but he had been too embarrassed to ask for it earlier because he was worried that Hu Dahai would lose money. Now that he saw that Hu Dahai was clearly making a profit, Bao Yuanshan decided not to be polite.

"Hehe, then I'll take it." Bao Yuanshan honestly stuffed the three yuan into his pocket, already overjoyed. Three yuan a day, that's 90 yuan a month. After two months of work, he could buy a Flying Pigeon bicycle!

After packing up their stall, Hu Dahai and his men rushed home. Bao Yuanshan was now full of energy and was ready to get his wife and children to help him catch snails and fish, so that the three yuan Hu Dahai gave him would be more valuable.

Bao Yuanshan was just thinking that it would get cold soon and there would be fewer snails and fish, so he couldn't help but sigh, "It would be great if there were snails and fish in winter too."

Little did he know that his words would instantly remind Hu Dahai of something.