The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Yang Shuisheng almost burst out laughing when he heard her roundabout question.

"Why I'm nice to Sister Bai is none of your business!"

He leaned back, making himself more comfortable in the new chair, and looked at Yu Qianwei with amusement, asking, "You're up in the middle of the night, coming to my house just to ask this?"

Yu Qianwei's face flushed again at his question, but since the words were already out, she was going to go all out, raising her voice unconsciously: "I... I'm just curious, if it weren't for those two acres of land, would you be so nice to her?"

He gave her candy and sat next to her.

Her voice grew softer and softer until it was almost a mumble.

"Why not?" Yang Shuisheng spread his hands, his tone matter-of-fact. "Sister Bai is a good person, and she's good to me too. I'm just returning the favor. What's wrong with being nice to her?"

"Does it have to be for those two acres of land?"

"Then you are...you are..." Yu Qianwei blurted out anxiously, a thought she had never considered before suddenly escaping her lips, "You like her!"

Upon hearing this, not only Yang Shuisheng was stunned, but Yu Qianwei herself was also startled, instinctively covering her mouth and looking away in a panic.

Yang Shuisheng really didn't expect Yu Qianwei to ask so directly.

"What nonsense are you talking about? How could that be!"

He paused for a moment, then immediately shook his head, his tone tinged with helplessness.

"I've always treated her like my sister-in-law. When I was mentally challenged, few people in the village would even look at me properly. It was Sister Bai who would secretly give me food every few days and help me out."

"If it weren't for her, I, Yang Shuisheng, would probably have starved to death in some ditch long ago."

"I remember this kindness. It's only right that I treat her well, unlike some people..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping meaningfully over Yu Qianwei. He didn't finish his sentence, but the meaning was clear.

Unlike you, who would run away as soon as you saw I was stupid and then turn your back on me.

"I...I helped you out before, you know!"

Yu Qianwei's face turned red and then pale from his words, feeling both ashamed and angry. She blurted out, "Although I didn't do it as often as her, I did secretly give you steamed buns and boiled sweet potatoes. You're just being silly and don't remember."

"Really? Then why don't I remember?"

Yang Shuisheng raised an eyebrow, giving him a look that said, "Go ahead and make this up."

"You were an idiot back then, how could you possibly remember?"

Yu Qianwei stomped her foot in anger, but inexplicably felt a sense of relief.

It turns out he didn't like Bai Qinglian; he was just grateful to her.

This realization seemed to have quietly lifted a little weight off her heart, like a boulder blocking her chest.

Although he exposed her past rudeness in ignoring him, which made her feel a little embarrassed, it seemed insignificant compared to hearing him admit that he liked someone else.

"Alright, alright, stop with the nonsense." Yang Shuisheng waved his hand, interrupting the somewhat off-topic conversation, and looked back at Yu Qianwei, his eyes filled with obvious impatience. "I say, Miss Yu, why did you come all the way to my house so late at night, just to find out if I'm good to Sister Bai? What exactly do you want?"

"If you have something to say, say it. If not, I really need to go to sleep. I have to get up early to go to town tomorrow."

Urged on by him, Yu Qianwei also realized that her behavior tonight was indeed a bit inexplicable.

She hesitated for a moment before finally revealing her other purpose for coming.

"I heard you have those two acres of land to cultivate, so I wanted to ask what you plan to plant?"

"If there's anything I can do to help, you can let me know."

Yang Shuisheng was genuinely surprised. His eyes widened as he looked Yu Qianwei up and down, as if he were wondering if the sun had risen in the west.

"You? Help me?" Yang Shuisheng pointed at her, then at himself, his tone full of suspicion and disbelief. "Miss Yu, what help can you give me?"

"Will you help me carry a hoe to dig in the field? Or will you help me carry manure to apply fertilizer? Or will you help me plant rice seedlings and pull weeds?"

"Come on! Who wants to do those dirty and tiring manual labor jobs for you!"

Yu Qianwei's face turned even redder from his words, like a ripe apple.

"When I said I would help, I meant I would help you with technical or intellectual tasks."

"You think farming is just about doing mindless physical labor?"

"Technical? Brain-teasing?" Yang Shuisheng became interested, leaning forward slightly to look at her. "For example? Give me an example."

"I've read a lot of books." Yu Qianwei puffed out her chest, trying to appear more confident. Her ample bosom became even more noticeable with this gesture, outlining an alluring curve. "Among them are books about agricultural planting techniques."

"The book covers everything from seed selection and seedling cultivation to fertilization, pest control, and field management."

"Although I've never planted them myself, I understand the theory."

"I can tell you when to do what and how to do it, which is definitely better than you figuring it out on your own."

She spoke with great conviction, as if she felt her theoretical knowledge was extremely valuable.

"Thank you for your kindness, but I don't need it."

Upon hearing this, Yang Shuisheng simply leaned back in his chair and waved his hand dismissively.

"What?"

Yu Qianwei was stunned, completely unprepared for his reaction.

She thought Yang Shuisheng would at least be curious or say a few polite words, but she didn't expect him to refuse so decisively.

Why not?

"Since you've never farmed before, wouldn't it be better to have someone guide you?"

"So you don't take the wrong path and waste your time!"

Yang Shuisheng found her expression, which seemed to say, "How can you be so ungrateful?", rather amusing.

"For no reason. It's my own land, I know how to cultivate it myself, I don't need anyone else to tell me."

He wasn't bragging.

The inherited memories are as vast as the sea, containing not only medical and poison skills, and the art of divination, but also a great deal of knowledge about mountains, rivers, geography, and the growth of plants, especially the methods for cultivating spiritual herbs and rare flowers and plants.

Although those methods are designed for special plants that contain spiritual energy, their core principles—how to follow the right time and place, how to regulate the soil and water, and how to stimulate the plant's own vitality potential—are far more profound and mysterious than the theories in ordinary agricultural books.

Using it to grow ordinary crops is like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut—a huge waste of its potential.

Therefore, he really didn't need Yu Qianwei's theoretical and theoretical technical guidance.

Yu Qianwei, however, felt that he was just being stubborn and pretending to know what he didn't. Her full figure swayed with anger under her thin floral dress.

"Come on, you."

She couldn't help but sneer, "You think you know how to plant it yourself? Don't end up working for nothing, turning the soil, sowing seeds, only to have the crops grow sparsely or even die, and end up with nothing growing at all."

"I think you've just wasted Sister Bai's two acres of good land."

"Oh? How do you know I can't grow it?"

Yang Shuisheng wasn't angry; instead, he looked at her with great interest.

"Is that even a question? You used to be a fool who couldn't even get enough to eat, and now that you've been better for a few days, you really think you're invincible?"

The more Yu Qianwei talked, the more convinced she became that her judgment was correct.

"Even if you manage to grow something by some luck, the harvest will definitely be dismal, and the quality won't be good either, so you won't be able to sell it for a good price."

"And if..." Yang Shuisheng began slowly, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes, "what if the crops I grow have a good harvest and look good? What would you say then?"

"How could that be!" Yu Qianwei retorted without thinking, but looking at Yang Shuisheng's confident eyes, she felt a little uneasy for no reason. However, she refused to admit defeat. "If you can really grow it and the harvest and quality are good, then you can say whatever you want."

"You can say whatever you want?"

Yang Shuisheng narrowed his eyes slightly, repeated her words, and the playful smile on his lips deepened.

"Yes! Whatever you want!"

Yu Qianwei felt uneasy under his gaze, but since she had already spoken, she couldn't back down and forced herself to agree.

"Sure?"

Yang Shuisheng checked again, then leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between them.

"I'm...definite!"

Yu Qianwei was intimidated by his imposing manner, and her voice unconsciously lowered, but she still forced herself to nod.

"it is good."

Yang Shuisheng nodded, then suddenly smiled, a smile with a roguish air about it.

"If I manage to grow them successfully, and the harvest turns out quite well, is it okay if you sleep with me?"