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

Li Wude looked at the spot Hu Dahai was pointing to. He suddenly slapped his forehead: "Oh dear, how could I have forgotten about this place!"

“This land is hard ground, not farmland. If you want to build a factory here, that's definitely possible. But this area is more than 100 mu (approximately 6.7 hectares), it's at least close to 200 mu (approximately 13.3 hectares).”

Hu Dahai immediately said, "Then I'll take this side. Who grew these sweet potatoes?"

Li Wude said, "These are fine, they were just planted randomly by the people in the brigade. I'll have them dig them up. It's just a pity that if you were here, you would need to build a factory, which would cost a lot of money, right?"

"It's fine, it's good here. I can take my time building it. I can build it according to my own needs," Hu Dahai said nonchalantly.

Going to Ma Station would be the best option, but if not, staying here is also acceptable, since his initial plan was to find a piece of land and build it himself.

“Alright, if you want it, leave the rest to me, I’ll handle it for you,” Li Wude said, patting his chest.

Seeing his Qunyi Brigade gradually improve under Hu Dahai's guidance and develop more and more industries, Li Wude couldn't help but feel excited. These were things he could brag about in the future.

When the brigades go to the commune (township) for a meeting, everyone will ask for help from above. On the contrary, their brigade can contribute tax revenue, and the higher-ups will look at them with more respect.

Not to mention a few years later, even if he's no longer the brigade leader, he'll still say: "Look, all of this was started by me back then."

Just thinking about it now makes Li Wude straighten his back a little.

With Li Wude's full assistance, Hu Dahai quickly obtained all the necessary permits for construction.

Of course, in return for Li Wude, Hu Dahai asked Li Wude's son to help with the construction of the incubation room.

After the villagers dug up all the sweet potatoes, Hu Dahai ordered people to move all the soil around. Once the soil was dug up, there was a solid bedrock layer underneath, which would make building a factory on top both stable and safe.

In order to speed up the process, they first cleared some soil and then immediately started building on the open space, while continuing to clear the remaining soil.

When Gu Huaiyuan saw that Hu Dahai and his group had chosen to build their factory here, he was somewhat smug: "Hmph, so much for the chicken plague. You just wanted to save money and didn't want to build a factory. I'll make you build a factory and spend more money. Anyway, all your money came from luck."

It was right around the time that the construction began in such a lively manner.

That day, Wang Jian came looking for Hu Dahai.

After Hu Dahai decided to recruit Wang Jian, he gave Wang Jian his home address and told him to come to him if he needed anything, whether it was money or news.

"How is your sister?" Hu Dahai asked Wang Yao as soon as he saw him.

Wang Jian's face showed a hint of gratitude as he said, "My sister is already studying at school. She said the school atmosphere is great and the teachers are very nice. She asked me to thank you on her behalf."

Hu Dahai waved his hand and asked again, "So how are you doing? Is everything going smoothly on your end?"

Wang Jian pondered for a moment and said, "I have already recruited some people, and they are happy to follow me. But the people I am recruiting now are mainly kids like me. If you have to support us, it will be too much of a burden for you."

"So I wanted to ask if you have any good methods that would allow us to both earn money and meet your requirements?"

"I think the best scenario would be for us to be self-sufficient, and even make money, which we can then save up to expand and develop a larger population. I've been thinking about this a lot lately, but I haven't come up with any good ideas, so I'm asking you for advice."

Ever since his sister was able to go to school, Wang Jian had been wholeheartedly focused on helping Hu Dahai.

She wanted to do the things Hu Dahai had asked her to do, but she didn't want to spend too much of Hu Dahai's money, so as to reduce Hu Dahai's pressure.

Hu Dahai glanced at Wang Jian in surprise. He hadn't expected Wang Jian to be so capable. He had already gained control of some people, and he also had such a sustainable idea.

He pondered for a long time, searching his mind for a suitable profession for their situation.

Wang Jian waited quietly for Hu Dahai to think.

"I've got it!" Hu Dahai suddenly took a deep breath and said, "Do you want to set up a stall?"

Wang Jian looked at Hu Dahai with confusion, because the scope of "setting up a stall" was too broad: "Of course we can set up a stall. We've done it before, but business wasn't good, so we had to give it up. I wonder what we can sell at a stall?"

Looking at Wang Jian's bewildered eyes, Hu Dahai slowly said, "If you're selling braised food, I can get you some seasonings and teach you how to make it. After you've made it each time, just distribute it to them and let them sell it themselves."

"Trust me, I can make this braised dish absolutely delicious."

Hu Dahai thought of the famous braised duck neck and other braised dishes that were popular all over the country in his previous life. These braised dishes were so popular that even companies could put them on their shelves.

He happened to know the recipe for this braised dish and could make it himself.

So he decided to have Wang Jian teach them how to set up a stall. After all, selling braised food is just a matter of weighing it after it's made, it's not that complicated.

At the same time, he controlled the seasonings for the braised food, which was a way of indirectly controlling them.

Upon hearing this, Wang Jian's eyes lit up instantly. If it really tasted good, setting up a stall would definitely be a viable option.

Hu Dahai originally intended to beg for food, to go to crowded places like bus stations and hospitals.

In his previous life, he remembered some beggars revealing that they earned far more money begging in a year than those who worked.

Many people, even those who are wealthy, pretend to be poor and beg for food, making begging their livelihood.

However, Hu Dahai still chose not to say that. He worried that if he did, those who truly needed help would not receive it.

When there are many beggars, people will instinctively feel that all beggars are bad people, and thus they will not feel any pity for genuine beggars.

"Brother Hu, if your braised food is really that delicious, then I think this is a good idea." Wang Jian's sincere voice interrupted Hu Dahai's thoughts.

Because Hu Dahai's body was transformed by the holy water, he looked much younger, leading Wang Jian to believe that Hu Dahai wasn't much older than him. Therefore, he always called Hu Dahai "Brother Hu."

Hu Dahai didn't correct him and simply agreed.

Hu Dahai laughed and said, "Stay at my house tonight and have dinner. I'll cook something for you."

After saying that, Hu Dahai immediately went to the market and bought various seasonings such as star anise and fennel, as well as a large pile of duck necks, duck wings, duck heads, duck feet and other duck products.

Because braising duck takes a lot of time, Hu Dahai didn't delay and started immediately upon returning home.

Wang Jian was in charge of cleaning the duck parts, while Hu Dahai was in the room preparing the seasonings.

Hu Dahai had Wang Jian watch the entire firing process, because they would need to handle the firing process themselves in the future.

A few hours later.

A fragrant aroma wafted from Hu Dahai's house, spreading outwards.

"Dad! What's that smelling so good in the house?!"

Hu Wangfei, who had just come home from school, smelled the aroma, threw his schoolbag on the bed, and rushed over.

When he discovered that what he was cooking was duck, he scoffed, "Oh, it's duck."

He thought to himself, "Duck meat is too gamey, why not cook chicken?"

But seeing how satisfied Hu Dahai was with this duck, he thought that no matter how bad it tasted or how gamey it was, he had to eat some to show his father, praise him afterward, and make him happy, just like taking medicine.

So he reluctantly picked up a piece and stuffed it into his mouth: "Dad, this is so delicious, I'll have one first. You'll definitely have to use it to entertain the guests. One piece is enough for me."

He picked up the smallest piece, blew on it, and put it in his mouth.