The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Yang Shuisheng returned home, picked up his wood-chopping knife, and without even taking a sip of water, turned around and went back into the back mountain.

I just managed to cultivate a trace of Qi yesterday, and the effects of the enhanced five senses are already showing today.

Their eyes are brighter, their ears are more sensitive, and their noses can detect even the subtlest scents.

In the past, venturing into the mountains was a matter of pure luck, but now that I have herbal medicine charts in my mind, I can often roughly determine where the medicinal herbs I need are by simply scanning the area and combining the smell with the terrain.

Sure enough, the efficiency improved a lot.

In just over three hours, he found all the ingredients for the body-conditioning prescription, except for the hardest-to-find wild ginseng, as well as goji berries of sufficient age.

I also dug up a few relatively young common herbs that could still be sold for some money.

To his greatest surprise, he found a Solomon's seal plant in a crevice on a sunny, steep slope.

The leaves were thick and glossy, and the tuber he dug up was even thicker and heavier than the ten-year-old one he sold that morning.

The stem scars on the reed head are dense, indicating that it has been there for nearly twenty years.

"nice one."

Yang Shuisheng carefully wrapped it in grass leaves and put it into his basket.

Seeing that it was still early, he carried his basket, full of the harvest, down the mountain.

On the way back to the village, we passed by that area at the foot of the mountain.

That ten mu of private land, nestled by a mountain spring, had the most fertile soil.

It used to be the lifeblood of his parents, and the crops they grew were always the best in the village.

But now, the fields are no longer covered with crops; they have been planted with short, stubby fruit tree saplings, and the area is simply surrounded by barbed wire.

There was also a rough wooden sign at the edge of the field, with the words "Specialty Orchard of Daliang Mountain" written crookedly in red paint.

Yang Shuisheng stood outside the barbed wire fence, looking at the fruit tree seedlings, and seemed to see his parents working in the fields again.

Hearing how they humbly begged for help to keep their land, only to be beaten and verbally abused, and ultimately their families were destroyed...

Zhao Youcai, and the boss who hid behind the scenes and forcibly seized his land.

He won't let a single one of them escape!

One day, he will make these people pay back their principal and interest.

We must get this land back!

He took a few deep breaths, suppressed his surging anger, and turned to walk back into the village.

It was getting late, and dinnertime was approaching.

He went around to the back door of Zhou Caifeng's house and knocked gently.

The door opened quickly, and Zhou Caifeng peeked out. Today she was wearing a tight-fitting maroon thin sweater and black pants, which accentuated her voluptuous figure, making her curves stand out.

The neckline of her sweater was low, and when she bent over, her two heavy, white mounds almost jumped out, the deep cleavage dazzling to the eye.

"You're here? Come in quickly, we have braised pork today."

With a smile on her face and a fiery look in her eyes, Zhou Caifeng reached out to pull him.

While handing over the bowl, he pressed his entire body against hers.

A strong, mature woman's scent wafted into Yang Shuisheng's nose.

Yang Shuisheng took the bowl, which contained glistening braised pork and rice.

He stepped aside to avoid Zhou Caifeng getting any closer, but his gaze paused slightly as she turned to put the latch on the door.

"Aunt Feng, what happened to your legs?"

"Why do you walk a little awkwardly?"

His observation skills had improved considerably due to cultivation, and he could see clearly at this moment.

Zhou Caifeng seemed hesitant to put much weight on her right leg when she walked.

Zhou Caifeng paused for a moment, then waved her hand dismissively and said, "Hey, I was hanging clothes in the yard this afternoon when I accidentally stepped on a patch of moss, slipped, and hurt my hip. It's nothing serious, just a little sore."

As she spoke, she deliberately frowned and put her hand on her waist, a movement that caused her full breasts to tremble slightly.

"You've twisted your muscle; lying down will slow down the recovery process."

Yang Shuisheng thought for a moment and said, "I learned some massage techniques to improve blood circulation from an old Chinese medicine doctor I met when I passed through the village. How about... I give you a massage? It might make you feel better."

"You can also give massages?"

Zhou Caifeng's eyes lit up, and then that light turned into an even stronger seductive charm. She leaned forward, almost touching Yang Shuisheng's chin, her breath sweet as orchids.

"Okay, Shuisheng really knows everything... So, shall we press it now?"

"Now?" Yang Shuisheng glanced around the room. "Is Uncle Cai home? It's not convenient."

Zhou Caifeng then remembered that Zhao Youcai was sitting in the main room. A hint of disappointment flashed across her face, but she immediately became excited again, lowering her voice, "Then... tonight, after Youcai falls asleep, Auntie will come to your house!"

"Give your aunt a good massage!"

She pronounced the word "press" so lightly and casually, her eyes captivating.

"Okay, I'll wait for you at home tonight."

After saying that, Yang Shuisheng took the bowl and left through the back door.

Zhou Caifeng watched his brisk back, licked her lips, and felt a tickling sensation in her heart, already hoping that it would get dark soon.

When Yang Shuisheng returned home, he put down his basket and began to devour the braised pork in his bowl.

Just as I put down my bowl, I heard soft footsteps and a knock on the door.

"Shuisheng, are you there?"

It was Bai Qinglian's voice.

Yang Shuisheng opened the door.

Bai Qinglian stood outside the door, holding a ceramic jar covered with a towel.

She had clearly just tidied up, wearing a clean white shirt with the top button undone, revealing a section of her delicate collarbone.

Her hair was loosely tied back, with a few strands falling beside her ears, making her face appear even whiter.

Upon seeing Yang Shuisheng, a gentle smile appeared on her face, and her eyes shone with light.

"Sister Bai, what brings you here? Come in quickly." Yang Shuisheng stepped aside to let her in.

Bai Qinglian entered the house, placed the earthenware pot on the broken table, and lifted the towel, immediately releasing a rich aroma of chicken soup.

The earthenware pot contained a golden, fragrant chicken soup, along with a few pieces of chicken.

"Here, I made some chicken soup. Drink it while it's hot."

Bai Qinglian pushed the pottery jar towards Yang Shuisheng, then sat down on the edge of the bed, her hands folded on her knees, looking somewhat nervous yet also excited.

"Shuisheng, I...I might be going to the city in a couple of days."

She looked at Yang Shuisheng, her voice filled with longing and a hint of melancholy before parting.

"It seems he really did manage to find me a good job this time."

"The work in the city restaurants isn't tiring."

As she spoke, her eyes were slightly red, but more than anything, they were filled with anticipation for the future.

"If I can establish myself in the city in the future, I will definitely come back to see you often, and bring you delicious food and rare things from the city."

"You're all alone, so take good care of yourself, eat on time, and don't go hungry all the time..."

She kept talking, like an older sister who was about to go on a long trip and was worried about her younger brother at home.

Yang Shuisheng listened quietly, but in his heart he thought about Wang Youfu's character.

He unceremoniously scooped up a bowl of chicken soup, blew on it, took a sip, and found it very fragrant.

"Sister Bai".

He put down the bowl and looked at Bai Qinglian.

"It's a good thing that you can go to the city."

"Don't worry about me. I'm not stupid anymore; I can take care of myself. But you..."

He paused, then said with concern, "When you get to the city, you'll be unfamiliar with the place and the people, so be careful."

"Don't completely believe what Wang Youfu says; think things through more carefully."

"I don't think he's that simple."