The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

"These people are really shameless."

Yang Shuisheng left the Yu family's house cursing.

He looked up at the sky; the sun had already set, and the evening glow had turned half the sky red.

At this hour, even if he walks very fast, the town's supply and marketing cooperative would probably be closed by the time he gets there.

We can only find the person tomorrow morning.

He was seething with anger as he shouldered his hoe and walked back.

As I approached the village entrance, I saw Zhao Hu riding his old bicycle, wobbling along from another road.

Zhao Hu's face was still bruised from yesterday's beating, but he seemed quite happy and was humming a little tune.

When he looked up and saw Yang Shuisheng walking towards him, his face changed instantly, as if he had seen a ghost. He suddenly twisted the handlebars, hurriedly turned onto a side road, and pedaled away without looking back, afraid of being troubled by Yang Shuisheng.

"You do have some sense."

Yang Shuisheng sneered as he watched Zhao Hu flee in panic, too lazy to pay him any attention.

His mind was now filled with resentment at being embezzled by the Yu family and his plan to confront the supply and marketing cooperative tomorrow.

Back in his dilapidated house, he found it cold and deserted.

He poured himself a bowl of cold water and gulped it down, which calmed his anger down a little.

Seeing that it wasn't completely dark outside, and thinking that he had nothing better to do, he simply picked up his newly bought hoe and went out, heading straight for the two acres of land that Bai Qinglian had rented to him.

The land is located beside the irrigation ditch at the west end of the village. The soil is of average quality and somewhat compacted.

Yang Shuisheng took off his coat, leaving only a tattered vest, and began to till the land with a hoe.

He is now much stronger, with three strands of energy flowing through his body. He works tirelessly, and with one swing of his hoe, he can turn over a large clod of hardened soil.

The scent of earth wafted over me, carrying a hint of the raw smell of grass roots.

He was so engrossed in his work that he temporarily put his worries behind him.

To be fair, this hoe is not bad.

The sharp blade of the hoe cuts into the soil, easily turning over fresh soil.

Sweat quickly soaked his vest, outlining his strong and muscular physique.

He was like a tireless machine, conquering the land beneath his feet inch by inch.

Yang Shuisheng only stopped moving when the last glimmer of light on the horizon was swallowed by the night, and the surroundings were completely dark, with the chirping of insects rising and falling.

He looked at the two acres of land and realized he had only turned over about a third of it, but his efficiency was already astonishing.

If it were someone else, they probably wouldn't even be able to finish flipping through it in a tenth of that time.

He wiped his sweat, picked up his hoe, and walked back by the dim moonlight.

My stomach was rumbling. I had eaten some steamed buns and beef jerky at Zhou Caifeng's place at noon, and I hadn't eaten or drunk anything since.

Back in the dilapidated house, he groped in the dark to cook some leftover white noodles from last time, but his gaze suddenly froze.

On the dilapidated table, there were several pieces of sponge cake and peach shortbread, held on oil paper!

The golden-yellow sponge cake is fluffy and tempting, and the peach shortbread is baked to a crispy perfection.

It stood out starkly in this poor home.

Yang Shuisheng paused for a moment, walked over, picked up a piece of sponge cake, and smelled it. Yes, it had that sweet smell of the supply and marketing cooperative.

Ordinary families in the village would never buy this stuff to eat; they would only buy some to serve guests during festivals or major events like Yu Jian's college entrance celebration banquet.

Who would send him this?

After a moment's thought, he understood.

It can only be someone from the Yu family.

However, given Zhang Qiuju's mean-spirited nature, that's absolutely impossible.

So either Yu Jian has something to hide and is trying to shut him up by making overtures in private.

It's either Yu Qianwei?

Does she still have any conscience, or is she afraid of making things worse?

Yang Shuisheng couldn't figure it out, and was too lazy to investigate further.

His stomach was growling with hunger, so he didn't stand on ceremony and picked up the sponge cake and peach shortbread to eat.

The pastries smelled delicious and were very sweet, which temporarily relieved my hunger and fatigue.

But he didn't finish eating them. He deliberately left two pieces of sponge cake and one piece of peach shortbread, carefully rewrapping them in clean parchment paper.

He thought of Liu Yulan.

She works so hard every day, but the food is so bad, and her mother-in-law is so mean.

We should take this delicious food to her.

After carefully storing the pastries, Yang Shuisheng left the house and headed towards Liu Yulan's home.

Liu Yulan's house was not far from his; it was also one of the old mud-brick houses in a row.

"Keep pretending! Just keep pretending!"

Before I even got close, I could hear sharp, piercing insults coming from inside, which were especially clear in the quiet night.

It was Granny Sun's raspy voice.

"It's just a fall, it's not like you're going to die. You've been lying in bed all day, why aren't you getting up to cook?"

"Are you trying to starve me to death?"

"I'm telling you, Liu Yulan, stop pretending to be a dead dog and get up right now."

"Mom... my foot... my foot hurts so much, I can't move it..."

Then came Liu Yulan's weak voice, filled with pain and grievance: "It's possible my bones are dislocated, I need to... I need to get someone to take a look..."

"Look? What are you looking at? Hiring someone doesn't cost money!" Granny Sun's voice suddenly rose, becoming even sharper. "Do you think money grows on trees?"

"It just fell, it'll be fine on its own, why are you being so dramatic?"

"Get up and cook for me right now! I'm hungry and need to eat! Don't you hear me?"

Hearing this, Yang Shuisheng felt a surge of anger and quickly walked to the dilapidated wooden door of Liu Yulan's house.

The door wasn't closed properly; there was a crack.

He peered through the crack in the door.

The room was dimly lit by only one oil lamp.

Liu Yulan was curled up on a broken wooden bed against the wall, her face pale, her forehead covered in cold sweat, one leg bent, and her ankle red and swollen, clearly something was wrong.

She bit her lip, tears welling in her eyes, feeling both pain and grievance.

"Get up! Don't lie there!"

Granny Sun stood by the bed with her hands on her hips, her thin face full of meanness and impatience. She reached out to grab Liu Yulan's arm, trying to drag her off the bed: "I'm hungry, go and cook."

"ah--"

When Liu Yulan was pulled, her injured foot was aggravated, and she screamed in pain. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she curled up, her helpless and painful appearance tugging at the heartstrings.

"I'll teach you to pretend!" Granny Sun not only didn't stop, but instead used even more force.

Just as Granny Sun was about to pull him up again for the second time.

"Clang—"

Yang Shuisheng forcefully pushed the broken wooden door open from the outside, slamming it against the wall.

He brought a chill with him, his eyes blazing with fury, and strode to the bedside. Before Granny Sun could react, he shoved her hard.

"Ouch!"

Granny Sun was pushed so hard that she staggered back several steps and fell to the ground with a thud, feeling completely disoriented.

Yang Shuisheng stood in front of Liu Yulan's bed, staring intently at the stunned Granny Sun sitting on the ground, and shouted angrily, "What the hell do you want to do?!"

Granny Sun was pushed to the ground and remained stunned for a while before she came to her senses.

"Yang Shuisheng? So it was you, you bastard!"

When she realized that the person who had barged in and attacked her was Yang Shuisheng, her fierce temper flared up instantly. Ignoring her sore buttocks, she slapped her thigh, pointed at Yang Shuisheng, and started cursing.

"Are you fucking crazy? How dare you push me?"

"It's none of your business if I'm disciplining my own daughter-in-law!"

"Who do you think you are, daring to barge into my house and cause trouble?"

"What do you want to do? Huh!"

She got more and more into her rant, spitting everywhere.

But as she was cursing, a sudden thought flashed through her mind. She remembered Yang Shuisheng's promise at her doorstep that he would give Liu Yulan two thousand yuan within a month to redeem her from her servitude.

Look at Yang Shuisheng now, standing up for Liu Yulan.

A wicked and greedy thought instantly popped into my head.

"Ouch! My back! My back!"

Her eyes darted around, and the angry curse on her face instantly turned into an exaggerated expression of pain. She clutched her lower back with one hand, groaning and crying out, and then fell backward, lying on the ground and refusing to get up.

"Yang Shuisheng, you heartless bastard, you twisted my back! Ouch...it hurts so much!"

"I can't get up. This is the end. My old bones are going to fall apart."

"You have to pay me back! Pay for my medical expenses!"

"Otherwise, I'm not finished with you!"