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

"Yeah, I always said that eating well gives you energy, right? I ate eggs this morning, and now I have energy," Hu Dahai said with a grin.

In the past, when he came to chisel stones, his whole body ached after a day's work, but today, to be honest, he didn't feel tired at all. That's the magic of the holy water, but of course he wouldn't mention its existence, so the eggs had to take the blame.

"Gulp." Bao Yuanshan swallowed hard. Was the power of an egg really that strong? Why hadn't the eggs he ate before brought about such a big change? Could it be that he hadn't eaten enough eggs?

Hu Dahai, who was in a good mood, and Bao Yuanshan, who was somewhat depressed and puzzled, also came to the stove and took their lunch boxes.

Everyone who came to quarry stone had basically the same setup. Each person had a silver aluminum lunchbox, and inside each lunchbox was rice and pickled vegetables. There was no chance of meat; being able to eat at all was already a blessing.

At that time, meat cost 83 cents per pound, and they could earn only one dollar a day quarrying stones. That meant that after a day's work, they could only afford a little over one pound of meat.

"Ocean, why aren't you coming home?"

"Yeah, aren't your kids home today?"

When they saw Hu Dahai also sitting on a rock eating with a lunchbox, many members of their Qunyi Brigade asked in surprise.

These people had been quarrying stones here since early morning, so they were unaware of what had happened at Hu Dahai's house.

Hu Dahai said indifferently, "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. I'm old and can't control them anymore. Let them be."

Upon hearing Hu Dahai's words, everyone was just as astonished as Bao Yuanshan had been.

They barely exchanged a few words. Firstly, they were all grown men who weren't particularly fond of gossip, and secondly, they had been chiseling stones all morning and were exhausted; talking was too tiring, so they preferred to lie down and rest.

So after a brief chat, everyone found a shady spot or some cool place to lie down and take a nap.

As soon as Hu Dahai lay down, he thought of the scales in his mind.

To be honest, his performance this morning was due to the positive effects of the holy water in the copper cup, something he couldn't forget.

If I could get a little more holy water and improve my physique, wouldn't it be easy to get ten buckets of pebbles a day?

As soon as Hu Dahai entered, he saw that there was already quite a bit of holy water in the copper cup, at least a dozen drops!

Hu Dahai was overjoyed. Could it be that working would increase the amount of holy water in the copper cup? Or would the amount of holy water in the copper cup increase naturally over time?

Just then, another villager from their village saw Hu Dahai in the quarry and exclaimed in shock, "Dahai, what are you still doing here? Aren't you really going back?"

At this moment, Hu Dahai's consciousness was still in his own mind. He clearly saw a drop of holy water form above the bronze cup and drip directly into it.

Hu Dahai seemed to understand something in an instant: Could it be that holy water would be generated if someone spoke to him?

Thinking about this, Hu Dahai couldn't sleep, so he wandered around the quarry. Although many people were still talking to him, no holy water appeared in the bronze cup.

Until he accidentally stepped on a person sleeping on the ground, and the person cursed at him. Then another drop of holy water appeared in the bronze cup.

So Hu Dahai followed suit and continued wandering around the quarry. It wasn't until the afternoon, when everyone gradually started working, that Hu Dahai finally managed to barely understand the principle behind the copper cup producing holy water.

That is, as long as you cause someone's emotions to fluctuate, the bronze cup will produce holy water, whether it's surprise, anger, or any other emotion. Moreover, the greater the emotional fluctuation, the more holy water you will receive.

Hu Dahai's eyes lit up, as if Columbus had discovered a new continent.

Of course, he wasn't being obnoxious by deliberately picking fights or creating a bug. He'd tried it before, and while the first time he triggered an emotional response, the effect was more noticeable, and it would diminish or even disappear afterward. Conversely, the more unintentionally he caused an emotional response, the more positive impact it would have.

Having understood the principle behind the balance scale, Hu Dahai was eager to fill the copper cup quickly and see what lay on the other side. However, the copper cup was quite large, and filling it completely was no easy task.

Hu Dahai thought about it again. Since he couldn't accumulate enough water all at once, he might as well get some holy water to improve his physique first.

So he directly absorbed the holy water from the copper cup.

As the few drops of holy water seeped into his body, a tingling sensation returned, and instantly, Hu Dahai felt the fatigue from chiseling stones all morning vanish. He was now full of energy again, even more so than he had been that morning.

Moreover, the age spots that used to appear on my arms due to my age have all disappeared.

Hu Dahai continued hammering the stone with the large sledgehammer, the sound echoing loudly. The enormous hammer, under his swing, almost left afterimages.

The swift movement and strength made Bao Yuanshan, who was standing nearby, unable to resist giving Hu Dahai another drop of water.

"My God, Dahai, what's wrong with you today? You were fast enough this morning, how come you're even faster this afternoon? Are you trying to kill yourself? Aren't you tired?"

As Hu Dahai pounded the stone, he turned his head and grinned, saying, "Making money makes me happy, I'm not tired at all."

Bao Yuanshan: "......"

Making money makes me happy, but damn it, why am I getting more and more tired?

The first bucket is finished.

Hu Dahai immediately found the person in charge of the quarry, had the bucket of stones inspected, and then poured them into a dump truck. He then began working on the second bucket.

At the end of the day, Hu Dahai had filled three buckets. Because Bao Yuanshan arrived late, his bucket was still a little short, so Hu Dahai also helped Bao Yuanshan get some gravel so that he could also fill a bucket.

After receiving the money, Bao Yuanshan wanted to give Hu Dahai a dime, but Hu Dahai refused. He had already easily earned three dollars, so he didn't care about the dime. Besides, Bao Yuanshan had a hard life, working all day to earn only one dollar. Moreover, in his previous life, Hu Dahai had been abandoned by the children, and Bao Yuanshan had taken good care of him. Helping him in this life was only right.

However, he didn't accept Bao Yuanshan's money, which must have made Bao Yuanshan grateful, so another drop of holy water appeared in the copper cup in Hu Dahai's mind. One cent, plus an extra drop of holy water, it's worth it.

Hu Dahai and Bao Yuanshan made money, but they weren't in a hurry to go home.

In Dayuan Brigade, because there are many workers at the quarry, a large group of people go out every night when the quarry closes, and they are all people who have just made money.

So there's a simple market here.

People from the neighboring brigades would bring over their surplus vegetables, eggs, fish caught in the river, eels caught by fishing, soft-shelled turtles caught in the mountains, and pheasants caught in the mountains to sell, but of course, vegetables were the most abundant.

Hu Dahai and Bao Yuanshan strolled around the market for a while.

Bao Yuanshan spent one cent to buy a large bundle of green vegetables, intending to make pickled cabbage. He had earned a little more money today, so he could afford to buy more.

Hu Dahai, on the other hand, was different. If he made money and didn't improve his diet, he would be a bastard. He couldn't keep relying on the holy water in the copper cup to improve his health. He was also thinking about what the other side of the scale would be after the copper cup was full of holy water.

So he spent a full eight cents to buy a piece of pork that was enough for him to eat by himself.

Nowadays, pork is mostly fat with very little lean meat. There's a thick layer of white fat underneath, which looks very juicy. I don't know how pigs in later generations have managed to be mostly lean meat.

He packed the pork into a lunchbox and then took it home.

By the time I got home, it was getting dark, but none of the lights were on.

As soon as Hu Dahai entered the house, he heard a series of violent smashing sounds coming from the room of his second brother, Hu Wangfei, and even the sound of paper being torn.

When Hu Dahai entered, Hu Wangfei immediately came out carrying a book, tearing it apart as he went: "Where have you been!"

"I came back at noon, and I haven't had a single bite to eat since. I told you to give me money so I could buy something myself, but you wouldn't. What, do you expect me to study and cook for myself at the same time? Don't even think about it!"

"Either you give me five yuan right now and I'll start eating out tomorrow, or I'll keep tearing up books. If you don't give me food for a minute, I'll tear up books for a minute, until I'm done!"

As Hu Wangfei spoke, he tore the book even harder in a fit of anger, sometimes even tearing off several pages at once. It was as if he was reading solely for Hu Dahai's sake.

However, just when Hu Wangfei thought Hu Dahai would immediately get nervous, pounce on him to snatch the book, and give him the money to prevent him from tearing it up, he was surprised.

Hu Dahai looked at the torn paper on the ground and said, "Hey, this paper is not bad. It should be good for starting a fire later."

As he spoke, he picked up a large handful of paper and went to the stove.