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

Several weeks have passed in the blink of an eye.

Another year in the lunar calendar has passed.

On New Year's Eve, Hu Dahai's home was unusually lively.

Of course, even on New Year's Eve, they did not stop selling off-season vegetables and wood ear mushrooms.

Considering that many families need to have a big meal on New Year's Eve, they increased the supply of off-season vegetables on this day to ensure that everyone who comes to buy off-season vegetables can buy enough.

Around noon, Zhang Zhaoxing, **, and Huang Renfa came over together, bringing a lot of things as a way of wishing Hu Dahai a Happy New Year.

However, they were all extremely busy on New Year's Eve, handling accounts, payments, and collections, so they didn't even have time to sit down before leaving one by one.

In the afternoon, Hu Dahai called all the people from the off-season vegetable and black fungus bases to his home.

"Fellow villagers, you have all helped me, Hu Dahai, a lot this year. You have all worked very hard, and I have seen and appreciated all of this."

"Of course, with your help this year, I, Hu Dahai, have indeed made some money."

"As the saying goes, 'Don't forget the well-digger when you drink water.' Since it's New Year's Eve today, I've prepared some things for you all as New Year's gifts, so we can all have a good New Year together."

As he spoke, Hu Dahai pushed open the door to his living room, where he saw rows of red plastic bags, each filled to the brim with something.

"One for each person, distribute them first."

Hu Dahai gave the order, and Hu Wangfei and Hu Guanbao immediately got to work, quickly distributing the red bags to each villager.

Some villagers felt the red bag was a bit heavy, and out of curiosity, they opened it on the spot to take a look.

"Such a big piece of pork! And what's this? It's a box of face cream! This is a can of fruit! And there's even a packet of malted milk powder!"

Upon hearing that man's words, the other villagers couldn't help but open the box out of curiosity as well.

"These things alone are worth a fortune! Da Hai, what you've given me is far too valuable!"

"Wow, this really takes care of our whole family! The kids will laugh their heads off when they see all this!"

"Dahai is really generous. He treats us villagers very well, paying us high wages and even giving us bonuses."

"I have to work hard for Hu Dahai next year. If I don't, my wife probably won't let me off the hook because of this face cream."

Every villager cherishes this red bag.

The look in her eyes as she looked at Hu Dahai was filled with gratitude.

Hu Dahai smiled and said, "I know that even if you have money, you won't be willing to buy or spend it, so I took it upon myself to buy some things as New Year's gifts for you."

"Of course, besides these things, I've also prepared red envelopes for you, one for each of you."

As he spoke, Hu Dahai took another stack of red envelopes from Hu Wangfei's hands.

Each red envelope also had a name written on it.

"The person whose name I called, come and collect your red envelope."

As Hu Dahai spoke, he prepared to begin reading out the names.

But at that moment, many of the villagers refused.

"Dahai, you've already paid us well enough, and you've given us such good things. Can we forget about the red envelope?"

"Yes, it's not easy for you to earn money. You suffered so much before, and now that things are finally getting better, we would feel embarrassed to take your money again."

Of course, there are some country folk who bully others and act recklessly. But there are also plenty of kind-hearted, hardworking, and grateful people.

Most of the people who work for Hu Dahai are hardworking, resilient, and grateful.

Because those who are reckless and insatiable, like a snake trying to swallow an elephant, would never bother with this kind of physical labor.

It would be impossible for Hu Dahai not to be moved by these words.

These villagers are truly kind and genuinely want Hu Dahai to have a good life.

Hu Dahai smiled and said, "Fellow villagers, it's not much money, it's just for everyone to have a good time. If you don't take it, some families who are in difficulty and want money will feel embarrassed to take it."

"I'll definitely do what I can. If I have more, I'll give you more; if I don't, I'll give you less. If you're truly grateful, just keep helping me next year and do a good job. Okay?"

"But the size of each person's red envelope may be different. As long as you receive it, you don't need to tell others."

Since Hu Dahai said that, everyone had no choice but to take it.

"Then we'll take it, thank you."

"We'll definitely do it for you again next year. You're so kind and loyal, we can't let you down."

Everyone took their red envelopes and left, full of gratitude.

People like Bao Yuanshan and Guan Asan, who work two jobs, naturally receive larger red envelopes from Hu Dahai. Although they look about the same thickness, their red envelopes contain large sums of money, while ordinary people might only receive a few cents or a small amount.

After everyone left, Hu Dahai looked at Ye Qinggang and said, "Qinggang, don't go back today. You haven't cooked any food at home yet, have you? Call Ye Chao and Ye Lu over, and we'll eat together. I just asked Hu Wangfei and the others to cook your food as well."

“Okay.” Ye Qinggang didn’t refuse. Now that he’s been working here for a long time, his relationship with Hu Dahai is much closer than before.

On this New Year's Eve, although the eldest son's wife Zhang Yuzhen was gone, the second son Hu Wangmei was gone, and the fourth son Hu Wangfu was gone too.

But Hu Dahai smiled more often than before. He used to be the kind of person who, even when he had no money, would still find ways to give red envelopes to his children.

Now, he sits there nonchalantly, enjoying the food his children have made.

Just now, Hu Wangfei and Hu Guanbao were vying to give him a red envelope, which was made with the money they had saved up through their own frugality.

Inside the room, several people chatted and laughed, enjoying themselves immensely.

Hu Dahai thought of something, a New Year's Eve from a few years ago that he remembered.

The children were laughing heartily, but he, the adult, was living a very repressed life.

Because their happiness is all based on their own adulthood.

But now he's happy. Do you think Hu Wangfei and Hu Guanbao aren't happy?

No, they seem to still be happy.

They are now immersed in their fulfilling lives and clear goals.

Therefore, for parents, giving is never the only thing you need to do.

Perhaps, in many cases, letting go is the only true relief for both parties.

As people get older, they don't actually have much expectation for the Lunar New Year.

For people like Hu Dahai who don't have to go to work, their lives are practically the same as any other ordinary day.

In the blink of an eye, the ten-plus days of the Spring Festival have passed.

During the Spring Festival, Hu Dahai and his team maintained a stable supply of off-season vegetables without interruption for even a single day.

The villagers who work at the off-season vegetable base come to work as usual, except for the day when they entertain guests at home.

And that was right after the Lunar New Year.

Li Hongyan and the others have also returned from the port city.

This time, however, Li Hongyan did not return alone.

Li Ruochun also came.

Behind the father and son was a middle-aged man dressed in a Taoist robe.

At this time, the temperature in Hangzhou was not very high, with the highest temperature only a few degrees Celsius.

However, this middle-aged man was wearing a thin Taoist robe and did not seem to feel cold at all.

On the contrary, those who have made eye contact with middle-aged people feel as if they have fallen into an ice cave.

Because those eyes were filled with murderous intent.