The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Soon, the tractor and the car stopped in front of Yang Shuisheng's house.

The villagers quickly moved to the roadside and corners to make room.

Seven or eight strong men jumped off three tractors, dressed in matching dark blue overalls, and began unloading things from the trailers.

Brand new wooden tables, chairs, cabinets, bed frames, and even a sturdy-looking eight-immortal table and several grand master chairs.

All of them were new furniture with glossy paint and trendy designs.

But the most eye-catching thing was that shiny black Santana.

The car door opened, and a gleaming black leather shoe stepped out first. Then, a middle-aged man with slicked-back hair and a somewhat dignified face climbed out of the car.

It's actually Brother Kun from Daliang Town, Wang Kun!

"hiss--"

"It's Brother Kun!"

"Why did he come? And why did he bring so much furniture?"

"My God, is this Sanshena? It's so luxurious."

The villagers watching gasped in astonishment. Wang Kun was a big name in the surrounding area; both the legitimate and criminal worlds respected him. He was a man whose every move could make the entire Daliang Town tremble.

No one expected that such a person would arrive in a car, with a convoy of new furniture, in this poor and remote place called Peach Blossom Valley.

The moment Wang Youfu saw Wang Kun, his eyes lit up, and the embarrassment on his face was instantly replaced by flattery.

He had gotten into a fight on a construction site in the city and suffered a loss, so he went back to his town to ask Wang Kun's men to settle the matter.

Although it cost a lot of money, it did manage to get some connections.

Upon seeing an acquaintance appear so imposingly, he immediately felt the urge to approach him and strike up a conversation.

"Brother Kun! Ouch!"

He frantically pulled a slightly crumpled pack of Hongmei cigarettes from his pocket, but at least it had a filter. He put on his brightest smile and rushed over, bending over so low he almost touched the ground.

"Brother Kun, what brings you here?"

"Why didn't you let me know you were coming to Peach Blossom Valley? I could have picked you up."

He offered the cigarette with both hands, speaking respectfully.

"Wang Youfu?"

Wang Kun glanced at him, seemingly recognizing him somewhat, but his attitude was indifferent. He didn't take the cigarette, but simply asked casually, "Weren't you working in the city? You're back?"

Seeing that Wang Kun still remembered his name, Wang Youfu was flattered and nodded and bowed repeatedly: "Yes, yes, yes! Brother Kun, you have a good memory. I was working in the city. I had some things to take care of at home, so I asked for a few days off to come back and rest."

He deliberately spoke louder so that the surrounding villagers could hear that he knew Brother Kun, his face full of pride.

"Um."

Wang Kun gave a casual reply, then glanced at the villagers watching and Yang Shuisheng standing at the door of the dilapidated house before turning to Wang Youfu and asking, "What are you all arguing about here in the middle of the day? What happened?"

"Brother Kun, you've come at the right time. Please be the judge."

Upon hearing this, Wang Youfu's face instantly changed to an expression of anger and grievance. He pointed at Yang Shuisheng and said, "This idiot in our village stole a thousand yuan from me. I caught him red-handed, but he still refuses to admit it."

"Tell me, is there no law left?"

"I'm arguing with him and getting him to hand over the stolen money."

He spoke with great enthusiasm, trying to gain Wang Kun's sympathy and support.

The limelight was already in his favor, and if Wang Kun, this big shot, were to give his approval, Yang Shuisheng would definitely be kicked out of Peach Blossom Valley today.

However, Wang Kun's expression did not change as he listened. He simply glanced at Yang Shuisheng in the direction Wang Youfu was pointing.

Yang Shuisheng remained standing, calmly looking back at him.

Wang Kun's lips suddenly curled up.

He brought furniture and people today specifically to thank and befriend his benefactor, Yang Shuisheng.

I didn't expect to run into this scene as soon as I arrived.

He didn't believe a single word Wang Youfu said.

Yang Shuisheng was able to pull his father back from the brink of death. Someone with that ability wouldn't steal a thousand yuan from someone like Wang Youfu.

What a joke!

He looked at Wang Youfu, who was still rambling on and on, waiting for him to deliver the verdict, and suddenly spoke up: "Oh? You're saying he stole your money?"

"Yes, that's him!"

Wang Youfu didn't notice the change in Wang Kun's tone. Thinking that Brother Kun was going to stand up for him, he turned around even more excitedly and shouted fiercely, "It was that little bastard Yang Shuisheng who stole my..."

"Snap—"

He hadn't even uttered the word "money" yet.

A sharp, resounding slap suddenly rang out!

This interrupted Wang Youfu's words and stunned all the villagers who were watching.

Without warning, Wang Kun raised his hand and, with all his might, delivered a solid slap to Wang Youfu's face.

The slap was powerful and heavy, causing Wang Youfu to stagger and almost fall to the ground. Half of his face swelled up visibly, revealing a clear five-finger mark.

He covered his burning face, completely stunned. His ears were ringing, and he stared wide-eyed at Wang Kun, who had suddenly turned hostile. His mind was completely blank.

"Wang Youfu, is your brain filled with shit? Or mush?"

Wang Kun shook his hand as if it had gotten dirty, then pointed at the still bewildered Wang Youfu's nose and cursed, word by word, "Open your dog eyes and see clearly! Brother Yang is my brother, would he steal your few coins?"

"If you dare to spout any more nonsense and slander my brother again, believe me, I'll make you crawl out of Peach Blossom Valley today!"

"Snap—"

Then he slapped her again.

This slap was harder and louder than the last one.

Wang Youfu was sent spinning halfway around, seeing stars and hearing a cacophony of buzzing bees in his ears.

He covered his face, staggered back two steps, and sat down on the ground with a thud. Half of his face was swollen like a steamed bun, and blood was seeping from the corner of his mouth.

The villagers who had been watching the spectacle were all dumbfounded and fell silent.

Bai Qinglian was so frightened that she covered her mouth, her eyes wide open, completely bewildered by what had happened.

Isn't Brother Kun a big shot that Wang Youfu knows?

Why did the other party help Yang Shuisheng and even hit Wang Youfu?

"Kun... Brother Kun, why did you hit me?" Wang Youfu took a long time to find his voice, completely bewildered as to what he had done wrong. "I'm the victim! Yang Shuisheng stole my money..."

"So what if I hit you? Hitting you is the least I can do!"

Wang Kun stepped forward and looked down at Wang Youfu, who was sitting on the ground.

"I'm asking you, you said Brother Yang stole your money, where's the evidence? Show me!"

"You think you can slander people just by talking and spouting nonsense?"

"Evidence...evidence..." Wang Youfu was dizzy from the beating, but he still struggled to argue, "He's an idiot. He used to be dirt poor, and now he suddenly pulls out a thousand yuan. Where did he get it if not from me? Isn't it obvious!"

Yang Shuisheng then slowly spoke up: "Wang Youfu, didn't you just say you remembered the serial number of the lost money? Does it match?"

"The serial number doesn't match," Wang Youfu shouted hastily, as if he had grasped something. "But I only said that to force you to hand over the money. Otherwise, why would you obediently hand over the stolen money?"

"And putting aside the serial number, how do you explain the origin of this thousand dollars? Can you even explain it clearly?"

"Origin?" Before Yang Shuisheng could speak, Wang Kun sneered, "I'll tell you where this money came from!"

"This thousand yuan is for Brother Yang."

"What, do I have to report to you, Wang Youfu, when I give money to my brother?"

"boom--"

These words were like a bombshell, exploding in the crowd.

Everyone was stunned, including Wang Youfu sitting on the ground and Bai Qinglian standing to the side.

Was it given to me by Wang Kun?

Yang Shuisheng's money was given to him personally by Brother Kun, who was very famous in the town.

How is that possible!

When did Yang Shuisheng manage to get on the good side of such a powerful figure? And even become Brother Kun's brother?

This time, Wang Youfu was completely dumbfounded, his mouth agape for a long time.

Is this money given to me by Brother Kun?

What about the thousand yuan that I buried in the ground?

Could it have been dug up by someone else in the village?

A jumble of chaotic thoughts assaulted his mind, bringing him to the brink of collapse.

He tried to frame Yang Shuisheng, but not only did he fail, he ran into an unexpected obstacle.

Behind Yang Shuisheng stood Wang Kun!

"Wang Youfu, you heard everything."

Yang Shuisheng didn't give Wang Youfu much time to process and react.

"The serial number doesn't match. As for the origin of the money, Boss Wang can prove that he gave it to me."

"We just made a bet in front of so many villagers. Now that you've lost, you have to pay me a thousand as agreed."

He paused, then held out his hand: "Where's the money? When are you going to give it to me?"