The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

"One hundred yuan? Yang Shuisheng, where the hell did you get one hundred yuan?"

Faced with Yang Shuisheng's generous gift of one hundred yuan, Zhao Youcai's gloomy and sharp voice rang out jarringly.

"You've been freeloading at my house these past few days, and now you can come up with a hundred yuan as a gift?"

"Your money is ill-gotten; it must have been stolen."

"Or maybe they picked up someone's money and didn't return it, using it to show off!"

His words were like a bucket of cold water, instantly waking up many people who were still in shock.

That's right! Yang Shuisheng, a former idiot, was dirt poor. How could he suddenly have a hundred yuan?

This money really came from a very suspicious source!

As the village head, Yu Jian is more politically sensitive.

If Yang Shuisheng's money was indeed stolen or of dubious origin, his acceptance of this generous gift today would have a very negative impact if word got out.

Is he accused of accepting bribes?

Or is it that he's protecting a thief?

Should he still be the village head?

"Yang Shuisheng, Village Chief Zhao is right."

Yu Jian's expression immediately turned serious. He walked a few steps to the gift registry table, looked at Yang Shuisheng, and asked in a deep voice, "Where did you get this money from?"

"You must make it clear that if your money is ill-gotten, our family cannot accept it."

"Exactly! We can't take this money if it's hard to tell!" Zhang Qiuju immediately chimed in, her voice shrill. "Who knows if it's dirty money? It might implicate my husband, Lao Yu."

Yu Qianwei's city classmates, who already had a bad impression of Yang Shuisheng, this country bumpkin, all showed disdain and contempt at this moment.

"Exactly, who would you be fooling if a fool suddenly pulled out a hundred dollars?"

"He must have stolen it. People like him from the countryside are always dishonest."

"Uncle Yu, you can't accept gifts from this kind of person; it's bad luck!"

In an instant, the villagers who had just been looking at Yang Shuisheng with new respect all began to look at him with suspicion and scrutiny.

The atmosphere in the courtyard, which had just eased, became tense and awkward again.

Everyone stared at Yang Shuisheng, waiting for his explanation.

Yang Shuisheng looked indifferent, as if he had nothing to hide. Just as he was about to speak, a burst of noisy footsteps and excited chatter came from the courtyard gate.

"Hey! What are you all huddled together making all that noise about?"

Several villagers who had just arrived from the other side of the village for the feast happened to witness the scene that had just taken place in front of Yang Shuisheng's house. They were excited and eager to share this big news.

One of the middle-aged men had the loudest voice. Before he had even fully squeezed into the yard, he started shouting at the top of his lungs, his voice filled with excitement and pride at witnessing such an important event.

"Do you doubt the source of Shuisheng's money?"

"Let me tell you, the money that Shui Sheng received was personally given to him by Brother Kun from town, Wang Kun."

"What's a hundred yuan? This morning, Brother Kun drove his Santana sedan and brought three tractors to deliver a whole house of new furniture to Shuisheng."

"The tables, chairs, cabinets, and beds were all brand new. We saw it with our own eyes; wow, the setup was amazing."

His words were like a bomb, exploding in the crowd.

This is even more shocking than when Yang Shuisheng took out a hundred yuan!

"What? Kun gave it to me? And he even threw in furniture?"

Three tractors? Santanas? My God!

"Kun-ge delivered furniture to Yang Shuisheng? This... how is that possible?"

Everyone was stunned, looking at Yang Shuisheng in disbelief, and then at the villagers who had just come in but spoke with such certainty.

"That's right, we just came from over there!"

Another quick-tongued woman chimed in, vividly describing the scene: "That idiot Wang Youfu tried to frame Shuisheng for stealing his money, but Brother Kun slapped him twice across the face on the spot."

"Kun said it himself, Shuisheng is his brother, his savior."

"In the end, Wang Youfu lost the bet with Shuisheng and had to pay Shuisheng a full thousand yuan!"

"boom--"

This caused an uproar in the courtyard.

Brother Kun's brother?

Savior?

Sending a whole house full of new furniture?

Did Wang Youfu lose 1,000 yuan?

Every piece of information challenged the villagers' preconceived notions.

Yang Shuisheng, the penniless fool who mooches off others in their eyes, not only climbed up to Wang Kun, the biggest local bully in town, but also became his savior and brother.

It even backfired, causing Wang Youfu to suffer a huge loss and pay a hefty sum of one thousand yuan.

Has the world gone mad?

Zhao Youcai, who had been the most vocal in his questioning, turned deathly pale. His lips trembled, and his mind was buzzing as if countless flies were buzzing around him.

Kun Ge delivered furniture to Yang Shuisheng? And they even called each other brothers?

This is completely different from what he expected.

He had just gone to see Brother Kun a few days ago to ask him to help deal with Yang Shuisheng.

How come in the blink of an eye, Brother Kun has become Yang Shuisheng's backer and is treating him so well?

Did Brother Kun never intend to help him at all? Or did Yang Shuisheng use some kind of sorcery to fool even Brother Kun?

He felt that things had completely slipped out of his control and were sliding in an extremely dangerous direction.

"Impossible! You must have seen wrong!" Zhao Youcai's voice was a little weak.

"Mistaken? Zhao Youcai, do you think we're blind?" The loud-voiced man was displeased, pointing at Zhao Youcai, "That Santana that Brother Kun was riding in, jet black and shiny, how many are there in the whole town? Do you think we'd mistake it?"

"Could we be mistaken about the people he brought and the brand-new furniture he carried?"

"Wang Youfu's face was swollen like a pig's head from the beating, and he had to pay real money in compensation. Could we be mistaken?"

"If you don't believe me, go to Shuisheng's house now and see for yourself. The new furniture is still there."

This statement is well-reasoned and has solid evidence, leaving no room for doubt.

All eyes were once again focused on Yang Shuisheng, but this time, the doubts and scrutiny had vanished without a trace, replaced by a deep sense of shock and disbelief.

How did a fool suddenly become so rich and powerful?

Yu Jian and Zhang Qiuju were completely dumbfounded.

They looked at Yang Shuisheng, then at the hundred-yuan note on the table, and felt a burning sensation on their faces, more painful than if they had been slapped.

They were just questioning where the money came from, but it turns out the money came from a shockingly powerful source – it was given to them by Brother Kun!

They actually dared not accept the money, thinking it might be dirty money?

Looking back now, it's utterly ridiculous!

Standing beside her parents, Yu Qianwei's heart was in turmoil.

He is no longer the fool who was bullied by everyone.

"Director Yu, may I take my seat now?"

"Yes! Of course!"

Yu Jian snapped out of his daze, and his face immediately broke into a smile ten times warmer than before, even with a hint of ingratiation. He nodded repeatedly, "Shuisheng, look at you! You're a guest, yet you've gone to such lengths. Please, have a seat!"

He subconsciously wanted to lead Yang Shuisheng to the main table or a seat for distinguished guests near the main table.

Just kidding, someone who can give Brother Kun a generous gift of 100 yuan and call him brother, how can we let him sit on the sidelines? He has to be treated like royalty!

"No need to trouble yourself, Director Yu."

Yang Shuisheng shook his head, his tone indifferent: "I'll sit anywhere, wherever there's an empty seat."

As he spoke, he stopped looking at Yu Jian and instead scanned the round tables in the courtyard where people were sitting.

Finally, his gaze fell on a relatively quiet table in the corner against the wall.

Several people were already seated at the table, mostly elderly people and women from the village, but one seat was empty, and sitting next to it was Liu Yulan, the village's beautiful widow.

Because Liu Yulan was a widow, many people in the village would subconsciously avoid sitting next to her at weddings and funerals, feeling it was unlucky or that it would cause gossip.

So the seat next to her is often empty, or someone only manages to sit down at the very end.

Without the slightest hesitation, Yang Shuisheng strode straight toward the table.

Under the surprised gazes of those around him, he walked over to Liu Yulan, naturally pulled out the empty chair, and sat down.

"Sister-in-law Yulan".

He nodded to Liu Yulan, who was somewhat stunned, and greeted her.

Liu Yulan had obviously tidied herself up today, wearing a faded but clean floral shirt, her hair neatly combed and tied into a simple bun at the back of her head.

When she saw Yang Shuisheng suddenly come over and sit down next to her, she was startled at first, then two faint blushes appeared on her face. She nodded somewhat awkwardly and replied softly, "Shuisheng, you're here."

The moment Yang Shuisheng sat down, the previously somewhat somber atmosphere at his table instantly became subtle.

The other elderly people and women at the table secretly glanced at him, their eyes filled with curiosity and inquiry, but no one dared to talk loudly like before.

While the guests at the other tables in the courtyard gradually resumed their conversations and eating and drinking, some would occasionally glance at this corner and whisper among themselves.

"Look, he's sitting next to Liu Yulan..."

"Tsk, they really don't know how to avoid suspicion."

"They're rich and powerful now, what are they afraid of?"

"That's true, he's Kun's brother..."

Liu Yulan could feel those subtle gazes, and her body involuntarily tensed slightly as she lowered her head.

Yang Shuisheng acted as if he hadn't seen it, and took a sip of the tea that had been poured on the table.

"Shuisheng, is what they said just now true?"

After a while, while everyone else at the table was engrossed in eating cold dishes or talking to people at the next table, Liu Yulan turned slightly to the side, leaned closer to Yang Shuisheng, and asked in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Did that Kun guy in town really give you money and even give you furniture?"

"So the hundred yuan you gave my mother-in-law, that's from him, not from what you earned selling Solomon's Seal, you're lying to me, aren't you?"