The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

"Okay! Everyone heard that!"

Seeing that Yang Shuisheng agreed so readily, Wang Youfu immediately pointed at Yang Shuisheng and urged him loudly, "Take out the thousand yuan you have on you right now and put it in front of everyone. Don't leave a single penny behind."

"The thousand dollars I lost were ten brand-new consecutive bills, which I had just withdrawn from the credit union. I remember the serial numbers very clearly."

"I'll recite it right now, and everyone help me check it one by one. If one of them matches, then he stole it."

The villagers all craned their necks in curiosity, staring intently at Yang Shuisheng.

Bai Qinglian's heart was in her throat.

Yang Shuisheng calmly pulled a stack of brand-new hundred-yuan bills from his pocket.

Under the sunlight, the dark green Great Unity statue stood out conspicuously.

"Wow! That much money?"

The villagers gasped in surprise, not expecting that Yang Shuisheng actually had so much money on him.

"93322464!"

Wang Youfu's eyes lit up, and he immediately shouted out a number.

"Yang Shuisheng, take a good look. Is the top one in your hand this number?"

All eyes immediately turned to the number on the top bill of the stack of money in Yang Shuisheng's hand.

"No! This isn't the number!"

A sharp-eyed villager took a closer look and immediately shook his head: "This one starts with 9333."

"Yes, I'm looking at it too. It starts with 9333, but the rest isn't the one Wang Youfu mentioned," another villager chimed in.

Wang Youfu's smile froze instantly. He paused for a moment, then quickly gave the second number: "Then...the second one, the second one is 93322465."

Yang Shuisheng cooperated and flipped open the first page, revealing the second page.

The villagers looked at it more closely.

"No! This is another number that starts with 9333."

"Wang Youfu, your number is wrong too."

"Are you sure you didn't remember it wrong?"

The villagers who had gathered around began to whisper among themselves, their eyes filled with suspicion as they looked at Wang Youfu.

The number doesn't match at all. Could it be that Wang Youfu is really framing someone?

Bai Qinglian was also stunned. Looking at the stack of money in Yang Shuisheng's hand that clearly had the wrong serial number, she breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, Shuisheng really didn't steal the money.

But then she felt embarrassed and ashamed of Wang Youfu's behavior.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!" Wang Youfu was really anxious now, his face turned red, and he didn't care about his boast that he could tell without even looking. He stepped forward and reached out to grab the money in Yang Shuisheng's hand. "Let me see, you must have made a mistake."

Yang Shuisheng didn't stop him, letting him snatch the stack of money.

Wang Youfu frantically flipped through each banknote, repeatedly muttering the serial numbers he had written down: "93322466...93322467...93322468..."

No matter how he flipped through them or checked them, none of the ten brand-new hundred-yuan bills in his hand had the serial numbers that matched the ones he had memorized.

It's another sequence that all start with 9333.

"How could this be... how could this happen?"

Wang Youfu was completely dumbfounded. Clutching the wad of money, his face turned from red to white, his mind buzzing, utterly unable to comprehend it.

He buried the money himself; it was brand new, consecutively numbered, and he had memorized the serial number several times. There was absolutely no mistake.

How come everything changed once it came into Yang Shuisheng's hands?

"You...you switched them?"

He suddenly raised his head, staring intently at Yang Shuisheng: "This isn't mine..."

"Not what?"

Yang Shuisheng abruptly interrupted him, stepped forward, and slowly took the ten banknotes back from Wang Youfu's hand. He weighed them in his hand, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Wang Youfu, didn't you keep saying I stole a thousand yuan from you?"

"Don't you remember even the serial numbers of the banknotes perfectly?"

"The money I have is right here, but the serial numbers don't match. What do you say to that?"

He looked around at the villagers with their varied expressions, and raised his voice a little: "I believe everyone has seen and heard it."

"I, Yang Shuisheng, do have money, but it's money I earned through my own abilities, and it's all clean."

"Wang Youfu falsely accused me of stealing money without even providing any evidence, and publicly ruined my reputation."

"This matter must be resolved today!"

For a moment, Wang Youfu felt a burning sensation on his face, as if he had been slapped dozens of times in public.

Feeling the suspicious looks around him, his mind went blank, and cold sweat broke out on his back.

Oh no, this is incredibly embarrassing! I'll have to pay an extra thousand yuan!

But at this critical moment, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind.

So what if the numbers don't match?

The money is brand new, and it's exactly one thousand dollars! That's the key point!

Yang Shuisheng, that poor bastard, that idiot, how could he possibly have so much money?

Therefore, this money must have come from an illegitimate source; even if it wasn't stolen from him, it must have been stolen from someone else.

"Yang Shuisheng! Don't be so smug, this money is mine!"

"When I said I remembered the serial number, I was just bluffing you. I just wanted you to hand over the stolen money."

"Now that the money has been handed over, are you still trying to deny it?"

"Here's exactly one thousand yuan, and they're brand new and consecutively numbered—that's the best proof!"

The more he spoke, the more convinced he became of his point. Turning to the villagers who had gathered around, he spittle flew from his lips as he incited them: "Fellow villagers! Think carefully about who Yang Shuisheng is!"

"He used to be an idiot, and his family was so poor they couldn't even afford to cook."

"His brain has only been healed for a few days? Where did he get so much money?"

"That's a thousand dollars! Not ten or eight dollars. He said he earned it all through his own abilities—what a load of rubbish!"

"He stole this money from me."

Upon hearing this, the villagers, who had been somewhat shaken by the mismatched serial numbers, began to look puzzled again.

Yes, the origin of Yang Shuisheng's money is indeed a bit suspicious.

It's a bit puzzling that a former mentally challenged person would suddenly produce so much money.

"Wang Youfu, I didn't realize you were so eloquent." Yang Shuisheng's eyes grew even colder. "I'll say it again, this thousand yuan has nothing to do with you, and as for where it came from, I don't need to explain it to you."

"But you were just so certain that I stole a thousand yuan from you, and you even made a bet on the serial number. Now that the serial number doesn't match, it proves you wronged me. According to the agreement, you have to pay me a thousand yuan. Hand over the money now!"

"Pay back? I won't pay a cent!" Seeing that someone was starting to doubt Yang Shuisheng again, Wang Youfu became even more confident and started acting like a rogue. "This money is clearly mine. I just misremembered the serial number."

"You're a penniless nobody, and suddenly you have so much money? What else could it be but theft?"

"You have to explain today where this money came from."

"You can't explain it, so you're a thief!"

"Fellow villagers, don't you agree?"

Some people, who were already prejudiced against Yang Shuisheng and loved to watch the drama unfold, joined in the commotion: "Yeah, Shuisheng, where did you get this money? Explain yourself!"

"A thousand dollars is no small amount; it's a bit strange that it suddenly appeared."

Bai Qinglian was so anxious that she kept stamping her feet. She wanted to speak up for Yang Shuisheng, but she didn't know how to refute Wang Youfu's shameless remarks. She could only look at Yang Shuisheng anxiously.

Just then, a loud "putt-putt-putt" engine sound came from afar, breaking the stalemate and noise.

It's the sound of a tractor.

And it wasn't just one, it seemed like there were several!

Everyone turned their heads in curiosity and looked in the direction from which the sound came.

A cloud of yellow dust rose from the dirt road not far away.

Leading the way were three dark green tractors, towing trailers behind them.

This kind of spectacle is quite rare in the village.

What's even more astonishing is that behind the three tractors, there was a shiny black sedan.

This thing is a rare sight in the countryside; you can only occasionally see one on the nearby national highway.

With such a grand entrance and impressive presence, which important figure has come to Peach Blossom Valley?

Or was it that some extraordinary guest came to Director Yu's college entrance celebration banquet?