The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

The two snuggled together on the bed for a while longer before Zhou Caifeng reluctantly got up.

With her back to Yang Shuisheng, she got out of bed completely naked. Her snow-white, voluptuous body was dazzling in the afternoon light. Her waist was slender, her hips were round, and she moved with the languid charm unique to mature women.

She bent down in front of Yang Shuisheng without a care, took out clean clothes from the wardrobe and put them on, then swayed over to the chest of drawers, opened one of the drawers and took out a small oil paper packet.

"Come on, Shui Sheng, have some of this, beef jerky."

"That old geezer Youcai is hiding some to go with his drinks, I'll sneak you some."

Zhou Caifeng walked back and sat on the edge of the bed. She personally tore open the oil paper, picked up a small strip of brownish-red beef jerky, and handed it to Yang Shuisheng's mouth.

Her eyes held a fawning look and a thrill of theft, as if giving Yang Shuisheng Zhao Youcai's treasured treats was something that made her especially happy.

Yang Shuisheng opened his mouth, took it, and chewed slowly.

The beef jerky was hard, fragrant, and chewy.

These days, ordinary families can't even afford to eat meat, let alone such a luxury as dried meat.

He leaned against the headboard, watching Zhou Caifeng's attentive manner, and a sense of absurdity suddenly arose in his heart.

Does this mean I've already "stolen" Zhao Youcai's house?

But this is just the beginning.

He wants much more than that.

He wanted Zhao Youcai to be utterly disgraced, to return everything he had swallowed with interest, and to pay for his parents' lives.

Before I knew it, I had been in Zhou Caifeng's arms until after four o'clock in the afternoon.

The sun outside the window has begun to set in the west.

"Aunt Feng, I have to go, I have something to do."

Yang Shuisheng got up, dressed, and said to Zhou Caifeng, who was still lying in bed.

"Leaving already?" Zhou Caifeng immediately sat up, not caring that the blanket had slipped down and revealed a large expanse of her cleavage, and reached out to grab him. "Youcai won't be back for a while, what's the rush?"

"Just...just a little longer, Auntie...Auntie wants you to treat me a little more..."

Her voice softened again, filled with longing and pleading.

Looking at her unsatisfied expression, Yang Shuisheng shook his head helplessly: "You have to be a little more moderate with these things. Too much of it is actually not good for your health."

That's what they say, but that's not actually the case at all.

Women of Zhou Caifeng's age tend to have stronger sexual desires.

He simply had something to do and didn't want to stay any longer.

"Let's wait until next time, maybe another opportunity."

Although Zhou Caifeng was disappointed, she didn't dare to force him to stay because of his resolute attitude. She could only reluctantly let go of his hand and said, "Then... then you must remember to come often, Auntie will cook you delicious food."

"Um."

Yang Shuisheng responded, picked up the new hoe leaning against the wall, turned around and went downstairs, leaving Zhao Youcai's house through the back door.

Yang Shuisheng took a deep breath of the fresh air outside, feeling the three strands of energy flowing through his body, and his mind became increasingly clear.

He carried a hoe and strode towards the home of village head Yu Jian.

He had to go and retrieve the two large bags of things that he had asked the supply and marketing cooperative to bring back that morning.

Yu Jian's house is located in the middle of the village. It consists of several newly renovated brick and tile houses with a fairly spacious courtyard.

Before I even got close, I could hear bursts of laughter and chatter coming from inside; it was quite lively.

The courtyard gate was open, and several stylishly dressed young men and women could be seen inside. They were Yu Qianwei's classmates who had brought her back from the county town. Some were eating sunflower seeds, some were playing cards, and Yu Qianwei was surrounded by them like a star.

Is Director Yu home?

Yang Shuisheng walked to the courtyard gate but did not go in; instead, he called out to those inside.

Soon, a middle-aged woman wearing an apron, whose features bore a resemblance to Yu Qianwei, came out of the main room.

It was Yu Qianwei's mother, Zhang Qiuju.

"Yang the Fool, what are you doing here?"

She glanced at Yang Shuisheng, who was carrying a hoe and dressed in tattered clothes at the door, and her brows immediately furrowed, her tone clearly showing impatience.

"Auntie, I bought some things in town this morning and asked the supply and marketing cooperative's tractor to bring them to your house. I've come to pick them up," Yang Shuisheng said politely.

"Get something?" Zhang Qiuju's face darkened further. She wiped her hands on her apron and said curtly, "What do you mean? We don't have anything of yours in our house. You've come to the wrong place."

Yang Shuisheng was taken aback and took out the shipping label: "No way, the comrades from the supply and marketing cooperative said that the goods were transported together with the goods for Director Yu's college entrance banquet, and they asked me to come here to pick them up. This is the shipping label."

"What do you mean by 'waybill' or 'no waybill'?"

Zhang Qiuju didn't even glance at the list, waving her hand to interrupt: "What we delivered today are drinks, candies, and pastries for Qianwei's college entrance celebration tomorrow. There's nothing of yours on it!"

"You're a fool who can't even afford to eat, and you're asking the supply and marketing cooperative to ship your things? Who are you trying to fool?"

"If you really need to ship goods, go to the supply and marketing cooperative. Don't come to our house and make a scene."

Her voice was loud, and the young people in the courtyard all looked over, pointing and whispering about Yang Shuisheng with disdain on their faces.

"Exactly, look at him, asking to have things transported? It's hilarious."

"Could it be that they're trying to freeload and are deliberately causing trouble?"

"Yang Shuisheng, are you sure you're not mistaken?"

Yu Qianwei also came over and stood next to her mother, her face showing embarrassment and a hint of annoyance: "We don't have anything for you in our house. If you're hungry, I have some peach shortbread here, I can give you one, but please don't cause trouble here."

As Yang Shuisheng watched the mother and daughter singing in unison, and then looked at the disdainful looks from the young people in the courtyard, a surge of anger gradually rose within him.

His gaze swept over the several open oil paper packages on the stone table in the middle of the courtyard, which contained the fruit candies, peach crisps, and sponge cakes he had bought at the supply and marketing cooperative that morning.

Even the pattern of the oil paper used for packaging is the same!

"I'm not mistaken." Yang Shuisheng's voice turned cold as he pointed to the candies and pastries on the stone table. "Those things—fruit candies, peach crisps, sponge cakes, and the rice, flour, and meat in those net bags next to me—I bought them at the supply and marketing cooperative this morning. They cost me nearly two hundred yuan."

"The supply and marketing cooperative helped me transport it to Taohua'ao, and told me to pick it up with this receipt."

"The items are in your house now, and you're denying responsibility?"

Zhang Qiuju's expression changed. She hadn't expected Yang Shuisheng to be able to explain it so clearly, even matching up what he bought.

But she would never admit it.

Putting aside where he got so much money, and whether he bought it himself.

These things look good; they're perfect for hosting guests tomorrow.

Once something has entered her home, there's no reason to return it.

Especially since it came from this idiot.

"You're talking nonsense!" Zhang Qiuju shrieked, hands on her hips. "These are all things my husband, Lao Yu, bought to prepare for tomorrow."

"Just because you say it's yours doesn't mean it is. Do you have any proof?"

"Just because of a piece of scrap paper?"

"Who knows if you picked it up somewhere or just scribbled it down yourself?"

"Get out! Get out! If you don't leave, don't blame me for being impolite."

"Yang Shuisheng, you should leave now."

Yu Qianwei also felt embarrassed; her mother was clearly being unreasonable. But she was even more unwilling to lose face in front of her classmates, so she could only bite the bullet and speak up for her: "Don't try to be unreasonable here. Those things really were bought by my dad. If you don't leave, I'll call for help."

As she spoke, she winked at a few male classmates next to her.

The boys exchanged knowing glances, immediately put down their playing cards, stood up, and surrounded Yang Shuisheng with malicious smiles on their faces, clearly intending to kick him out.

"Trying to bully the few with the many?"

Yang Shuisheng looked at the several city students who had surrounded him, then at Zhang Qiuju with her arrogant expression and Yu Qianwei with her evasive eyes, and his anger grew stronger.

These people actually wanted to make a move?

He's not afraid at all.

"What's all that noise about? I could hear it from way over there!"

Suddenly, a strong voice came from outside the courtyard.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Yu Jian walk in from outside with his hands behind his back and a sullen face.

Two villagers followed behind him, helping to carry the tables and chairs.

He glanced at the standoff in the courtyard, then at Yang Shuisheng's grim face and his angry wife Zhang Qiuju, his brow furrowing. "What's going on? What are you doing in my house?"