Reborn at 60: I Helped My Sister Get Rich Starting from Hunting

The militia captain wasn't an official, but he did wield some power.

Qian Weiguo used this power to its fullest extent.

Zhang Yang has never had any power, but that doesn't mean he has lost his authority.

Lin Qiushui's gaze suddenly became calm. A feeling of growing unfamiliarity with Zhang Yang, yet also familiarity and affection, was surging in her heart, sparking a light and gentle flame.

Lin Qiushui finally smiled and said, "Alright, then we'll do as Captain Zhang says."

Fearing that Lin Qiushui might return too late and be unsafe on the road, Zhang Yan called Zhang Wen and Zhang Fei early on to help serve the meal.

A-Ting then got up and tidied up the paper and pens on the table, making room for them.

The dishes were plentiful, but they weren't prepared specifically for Lin Qiushui. Even if they wanted to, it wouldn't have been prepared so quickly.

Rather, ever since Zhang Yang started earning money, it's hard for the family's meals not to be plentiful.

Lin Qiushui turned to look at the door and asked curiously, "Why hasn't Auntie come back yet?"

Zhang Yan said, "Sigh, she won't listen! I told her that things at home are starting to get better and we don't have to work so hard anymore, but she still insists on earning that meager amount!"

Zhang Yang neither opposed nor supported Li Huifang going out to do handicrafts to earn money, but he felt in his heart that she really needed to "show off".

Just like him, he also wanted to show off how busy he was working and earning money.

After all, construction will begin at his place in another half month, and their hard work will at least shut many people up from asking where the money came from.

Because of Lin Qiushui's presence, Zhang Yang ate his meal very slowly. Normally, he would have finished early and gone off to do his work.

Zhang Wen and Zhang Fei were also very excited, especially Zhang Wen, who was at the most active and energetic age and loved to show off, so she kept mentioning ancient poems.

A-Ting stood to the side, grinning憨厚ly. He would glance at Lin Qiushui one moment, then at Zhang Yan the next, before chuckling to himself. He would shovel a few mouthfuls of rice down his face and then grin again.

After the meal, Zhang Yan insisted that Zhang Yang accompany Lin Qiushui on her journey and protect her on the way.

Zhang Yang had no objection, but Lin Qiushui quickly said, "It's so late, this isn't appropriate. Captain Zhang went out today, he must be very tired now, so..."

“I’m not tired,” Zhang Yang interrupted her.

Lin Qiushui paused.

Zhang Yang looked into her eyes and said, "It's alright, Teacher Lin. I'll walk with you for a while to help you digest."

“Yes, yes!” A-Ting immediately said, “Brother Yangzi is tall and strong, and he eats a lot. He needs to go for a walk after eating to digest!”

Zhang Yan nodded in agreement: "Yes, let Yangzi go with you."

Lin Qiushui had no choice but to say, "Alright, thank you for your hard work, Captain Zhang."

In this day and age, nightlife is not abundant, not to mention in rural areas, even in cities.

At this moment, almost everyone had gone inside their houses, and there were hardly any people on the village roads.

Zhang Yang pushed Lin Qiushui's bicycle out. Because it was so quiet, they didn't dare to speak, since it would be hard for others not to hear them.

It wasn't until they left Zhangjiatun that Lin Qiushui said, "It's so quiet at night, up in the mountains."

Zhang Yang laughed: "It's alright on the mountain, it depends on the weather. Sometimes it's windy, sometimes it's windless."

"Are you scared on the mountain?"

Zhang Yang shook his head: "I'm used to it."

"Are you a sharpshooter, or a great hero?" Lin Qiushui said with a smile.

Zhang Yang felt that uneasy feeling return.

He glanced at Lin Qiushui and smiled, "Mm."

The road was still long, and the night remained exceptionally quiet.

As they walked, Zhang Yang suddenly said, "Teacher Lin, let me give you a ride."

Lin Qiushui nodded: "Okay!"

Zhang Yang got on the bicycle, and once he was steady, Lin Qiushui sat on it. She glanced at Zhang Yang's waist, but didn't dare to reach out and wrap her arms around him. She only dared to gently tug at the corner of his clothes.

Zhang Yang's bicycle was very steady. A gentle evening breeze blew by, and Lin Qiushui couldn't help but smile as she looked up and brazenly surveyed his tall figure.

She rarely gets this close to men—

Moreover, Zhang Yang didn't have the sweaty, pungent smell typical of rural men; on the contrary, his scent of soapberry had a faint fragrance of camellia.

"This fragrance smells wonderful," Lin Qiushui thought to herself, "even better than the perfume bottle Jiang Mengjia broke..."

After dropping Lin Qiushui off, Zhang Yang returned home around eleven o'clock.

As soon as he entered the door, he encountered Li Huifang, who was carrying a bunch of beads back home.

Zhang Yang frowned: "Mom, why are you so late coming home?!"

Li Huifang yawned: "There's too much work to do, we have to keep going! Everyone's slacking off!"

Zhang Yang knew this was the drawback of the collective economy, and he said unhappily, "Then you slack off too."

"Can I be like them? I'm not going to slack off!"

"But we can't make you do all the work!"

“You don’t understand. Once all these are sold, we’ll get a share of the money. I heard from Yanzi that you were planning to build a house, weren’t you?”

Zhang Yang was still quite unhappy looking at the beads in her basket.

He did want to build a house, but he couldn't bear to see his mother suffer such a great injustice.

"Mom, tell me who's slacking off, and I'll go find them tomorrow!"

Li Huifang said irritably, "It's not that bad! Things will be fine after this busy period. You're the captain of the militia squad now, so don't cause trouble! Look at Qian Weiguo, so many people are talking behind his back!"

After putting down the basket she was carrying, Li Huifang said, "I'll go see what Yanzi left for me. I'm starving, preferably some white flour buns!"

Zhang Yang watched his mother go inside, then his gaze returned to the baskets.

Fine, if you don't let him look for it, then he'll send someone to investigate. This isn't over yet.

Over the next few days, Zhang Yang was busy making medicinal wine while having Zhang Simao and Zhang Guapi deal with the lazy people.

Unexpectedly, those lazy people were hopelessly lazy. Many of them even made up a bunch of excuses not to go after registering their names.

When Zhang Simao and Zhang Guapi came to their door, they were still complaining of backaches, leg cramps, and other ailments, which angered Zhang Simao and Zhang Guapi so much that they were about to attack them.

Just as the two sides were arguing fiercely, a stylishly dressed brother and sister came over, led by two villagers, and happened to witness the scene.

"How can you be so shameless? You just put your name on the signboard and then slack off. You'll still get a share of the profits! Why should others do the work while you slack off?"

"What's wrong? Can't people even get sick? What do you mean by slacking off? Do you think I don't want to work? Can't you see I'm wrapped in bandages here? Aren't we all part of the team? What do you mean by making others work? Aren't they working for themselves too?"

……

The argument escalated, eventually escalating to the point where not only did they resort to physical violence, but they also used increasingly vulgar language.

They spew out all sorts of nasty things; the kind of thing that makes your ears feel dirty just listening to it.

The stylishly dressed brother and sister watched from a distance for a while, and couldn't help but show a disdainful expression on their faces.