The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Yu Qianwei's eyes widened suddenly, as if she had heard something unbelievable. Her face flushed instantly, and even the roots of her ears turned bright red.

"Yang Shuisheng, you are shameless! You are despicable!"

"You're a scoundrel! A pervert! How could you say such a thing?"

"You're shameless!"

She was so angry that she was trembling all over, her chest heaving violently. The neckline of her floral dress was torn open due to her agitated movements, revealing a small patch of fair and delicate skin.

"How am I shameless?"

Faced with her furious rant, Yang Shuisheng was not angry at all. Instead, his smile deepened, revealing a nonchalant and roguish air. He leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs.

"You said it yourself, so I can say whatever I want."

"What, you can't afford to play anymore?"

"If you can't handle the game, don't try to talk big like others, Miss Yu."

"you!"

Yu Qianwei was so choked by his words that she almost couldn't catch her breath, and her chest felt tight and suffocated.

Yes, those were indeed what I said.

But who knew this bastard would make such a shameless request?

But to make her admit defeat now, to say she can't take a joke, would be worse than killing her.

Especially since she had always looked down on this man, but now she inexplicably started to care about him.

However, her anger clouded her judgment, and deep down she simply didn't believe that Yang Shuisheng, this former idiot and novice farmer, could actually grow anything decent.

With his two dilapidated plots of land, it would be good enough if seedlings could even sprout, let alone a good harvest and high-quality produce.

Dream on!

A strong sense of rebellion and defiance welled up inside me.

"Okay! Yang Shuisheng."

She gritted her teeth, stared intently at Yang Shuisheng, and squeezed out the words through clenched teeth.

"You say I can't take a joke? I, Yu Qianwei, keep my word. As long as you can really grow something on those two acres of land, and the harvest and quality are good, what's wrong with me sleeping with you?"

She spoke with a strong voice, but in her heart she was quickly making her own plans.

Hmph, she only said she was going to take a nap, but she didn't say how she was going to sleep.

If she were to get incredibly lucky and he actually manages to conceive, she could simply stay dressed, lie in bed with him, sleep separately, and not let him touch her.

Yes! That's the plan!

Yu Qianwei felt secretly pleased, thinking she had found a loophole, which gave her more confidence.

Looking at her defiant expression and her eyes darting around, Yang Shuisheng roughly guessed what she was thinking.

"Okay, you said it."

He didn't point it out, but simply nodded and smiled, "However, words are not enough; let's put it in writing."

"To prevent anyone from going back on their word later, how about you write a note, and we sign and put our fingerprints on it?"

"Fine, I'll write it! Who's afraid of who!" Yu Qianwei was still angry and agreed without thinking. "I'll write it when I get back and bring it to you next time."

"I'd like to see what kind of gold nuggets and silver ingots you, Yang Shuisheng, can grow."

"Don't let the harvest fail and make us the laughingstock of the whole village."

"No need for you to worry about that." Yang Shuisheng stood up and gestured for her to leave. "Remember to send the note as soon as possible. Miss Yu, may you leave now?"

"If we stay any longer, it will be almost dawn."

Yu Qianwei huffed angrily and glared fiercely at Yang Shuisheng.

"It's like a dog biting Lü Dongbin; they don't appreciate a kind heart."

After saying that, she tossed her hair and rushed out with a look of embarrassment and anger, her footsteps clattering away into the distance.

Yang Shuisheng looked in the direction she disappeared, grinned, and shook his head.

This young lady has quite a temper.

He closed the door, lay down on the brand-new hardboard bed, and spread out the cotton quilt that Zhou Caifeng had brought. In short, it was comfortable!

Yang Shuisheng put his hands behind his head and began to seriously consider the matter of planting.

Despite the bet, he was serious about farming. This was his most important and practical way to make money and establish himself, aside from taking revenge on Zhao Youcai.

But what should we plant?

The soil on those two acres of land was of average quality, not particularly fertile, but not too bad either.

What he needs are crops with short growth cycles, quick results, stable market demand, and that can maximize the advantages of his inherited planting techniques.

The core of inheriting the methods of cultivating spiritual herbs from memory lies in following the natural order, regulating the earth's energy, and stimulating vitality.

While it may not imbue ordinary field crops with magical properties, it can easily boost growth rate, enhance disease resistance, and optimize quality and yield.

Several common vegetables and grains flashed through his mind.

Rice and wheat? The growing cycle is too long; we can't afford to wait.

Corn? Pretty much.

Cucumbers and tomatoes? They need trellises, which is a bit more troublesome, and they require more water and fertilizer.

Suddenly, he thought of bok choy.

This stuff is great!

The growth cycle is extremely short; from sowing to harvest, it takes about 20 days to harvest a crop.

Moreover, seeds can be sown in batches, once every 7 to 10 days, so that there can be a harvest almost every month, achieving cyclical harvesting.

The key point is that bok choy prefers cool weather, but it is also relatively tolerant of low and high temperatures, making it highly adaptable and suitable for planting almost year-round.

It has the inherent advantages of high yield, low cost, and fast growth.

More importantly, bok choy is an indispensable part of every household's vegetable garden in the village. It is a very common vegetable with stable market demand and no worries about selling it.

But whether it's grown well or not, whether the yield is high or not, whether the quality is good or not, the difference can be huge.

This is precisely where he can leverage his strengths.

"Just plant bok choy!"

Yang Shuisheng made a decision in his mind: using the traditional planting methods to grow the most ordinary bok choy would yield absolutely overwhelming results.

Not only will I be able to slap Yu Qianwei in the face and win that steamy bet, but more importantly, I can quickly see the benefits, accumulate capital, and truly gain a foothold in the village, so that no one will dare to underestimate me anymore.

Having made up his mind, Yang Shuisheng felt at ease.

So tomorrow, besides running errands, I also need to go to town to buy some bok choy seeds.

If you're going to plant something, then plant it properly!

He turned over, listening to the faint chirping of insects outside the window, and gradually drifted off to sleep, filled with plans and expectations for tomorrow.

The next morning, just as dawn was breaking, Yang Shuisheng got up.

He locked the door and started walking towards the town.

With eight strands of energy flowing through his body, he moved swiftly. When he arrived in town, the sun had just risen halfway up the sky, and there weren't many people on the streets yet.

He headed straight for the farmers' market at the east end of the town.

The farmers' market was already bustling with activity. Stall owners and early bird shoppers were packed together, and the air was filled with the earthy smell of vegetables, the fishy smell of seafood, and the aroma of fried dough sticks from breakfast stalls. Various shouts and bargaining sounds rose and fell.

Yang Shuisheng squeezed into the seed-selling area, where several stalls displayed various kinds of seed bags.

He found a kind-looking old farmer's stall and asked about bok choy seeds.

"Bok choy seeds? Yes, yes, yes!" The old farmer pulled out a small paper packet from a pile of cloth bags. "The best April slow-growing variety, sprouts evenly, grows fast, and has thick leaves. Ten yuan per 50 grams."

"Ten yuan per tael?"

Yang Shuisheng was taken aback; it was more expensive than he had expected.

But then I thought, the seeds are the most important thing, so it's okay if they're a little more expensive.

He estimated that about one or two kinds of seeds would be needed per acre.

"Give me two ounces." Yang Shuisheng took out two ten-yuan bills and handed them over.

"Alright!" The old farmer quickly weighed out two ounces for him, carefully wrapped it in old newspaper, tied it securely with thin hemp rope, and handed it to him. "Here you go, now is the perfect time to plant."

With the heavy packet of seeds tucked away, Yang Shuisheng felt much more at ease.

Then they went straight to Old Chen's Tailor Shop.

"Oh! Comrade Yang is here."

Boss Chen was cleaning inside when he saw Yang Shuisheng enter. He immediately put down the feather duster and put on a warm, respectful smile: "Please come in!"

"Good morning, Mr. Chen." Yang Shuisheng nodded.

"The clothes you ordered were finished yesterday and are just waiting for you to pick them up."

As he spoke, Boss Chen turned around and took out a square bundle wrapped in a clean blue cloth from the inner room. He carefully opened it, revealing two sets of new clothes folded neatly inside.

One outfit was made of dark blue denim, and the other of military green khaki fabric, with fine stitches and a well-proportioned cut.

"Would you like to try this on? See if it fits?" Boss Chen handed over the clothes.

Yang Shuisheng didn't stand on ceremony and immediately took off his old, worn-out coat and put on a dark blue work shirt.

The clothes fit perfectly in terms of shoulder width, sleeve length, and waist.

The material was thick and sturdy, making him look much more energetic and highlighting his strong physique.

"Hmm, fits perfectly! Boss Chen has excellent craftsmanship!"

Yang Shuisheng looked at himself in the blurry mirror on the wall and was quite satisfied.

"I'm glad it fits you." Boss Chen grinned from ear to ear, rubbing his hands together as he asked, "Comrade Yang, what about the labor fee...?"

"How much? You name it."

As Yang Shuisheng took off his new clothes and carefully folded them, he prepared to take out his money.

He estimated that the two sets of clothes, with handmade embellishments, would cost at least a hundred or two hundred yuan.

"It's free! It's free!"

To everyone's surprise, Boss Chen waved his hands repeatedly, his smile widening, and he said with a hint of gratitude, "Comrade Yang, consider these two outfits a gift from me."

"A gift for me?" Yang Shuisheng was taken aback, then frowned. "Boss Chen, this won't do. You should pay the full price. I can't just take your things for free."

He thought that Boss Chen had heard about Wang Kun's affair and was afraid of him, so he dared not accept the money.

"Oh! Comrade Yang, please don't refuse me." Boss Chen quickly explained, lowering his voice, "After you left that day, Brother Kun's men came to say that from now on, I don't need to pay the security fee for this shop! It's completely waived!"

"My small business saves me a lot of money every year."

"Isn't this all thanks to you? I'm so grateful, how could I possibly accept your money? What kind of person would I be?"

"You absolutely must accept these clothes, otherwise I'll feel really bad about it."

It turned out to be the case.

Yang Shuisheng understood.

Wang Kun is a man who handles things meticulously, saving face for himself while also winning people's hearts.

"Alright, since Boss Chen says so, I'll shamelessly accept it. Thank you."

"Oh! You're welcome! It's nothing." Boss Chen breathed a sigh of relief, then remembered something and asked, "By the way, Comrade Yang, have you taken the measurements for those two women's outfits you said you'd have made for your friend?"

Yang Shuisheng then remembered Liu Yulan's clothes and inwardly cried out in alarm.

He completely forgot about taking the measurements.

"Well... I haven't taken your measurements yet." Yang Shuisheng said somewhat awkwardly, "I haven't had the chance yet. Maybe next time. I'll definitely send the measurements next time."

"It's alright, it's alright! No rush!" Boss Chen was very easy to talk to. "I've kept those two pieces of fabric for you separately. You can come anytime, but..." He paused, as if he had thought of something, and leaned closer to kindly remind him, "Comrade Yang, if you're in a hurry to give someone clothes and can't wait for them to be made, you can go and take a look at the newly opened small commodity market on the south side of town."

"There are a lot of ready-made clothes being sold over there now, transported from factories in the county town. Although they come from the assembly line and the styles are not as good as custom-made ones, as long as your height and weight are not too different, you can basically wear them after buying them. The styles are also fashionable and cheap."

"You can go and take a look; perhaps you'll find something suitable."

That's an idea!

Yang Shuisheng's eyes lit up.

He had a general idea of ​​Liu Yulan's figure, so buying her ready-made clothes shouldn't be a problem, and he could even give her a surprise.

"Okay! Thanks for reminding me, Boss Chen! I'll go take a look right away."

Yang Shuisheng thanked him, picked up the two new sets of clothes that had been wrapped up, and turned to leave.

"Hey, Comrade Yang, take care." Boss Chen personally saw him to the door.

Yang Shuisheng walked a short distance from the tailor shop, and while Boss Chen turned back to go back inside, he turned back quickly.

He walked to the counter, took out a hundred-yuan bill, quickly pressed it under the tailor's bamboo ruler, and then ran towards the small commodities market that Boss Chen had mentioned.

After tidying up inside for a while, Mr. Chen looked up and noticed an extra fifty yuan under the ruler. His first thought was that Yang Shuisheng had secretly put it there, so he grabbed the money and chased after him outside, calling out, "Comrade Yang! Your money..."

But the streets were bustling with people, and there was no sign of Yang Shuisheng anywhere. He had vanished without a trace.

Mr. Chen stood at the shop entrance, clutching the hundred-yuan note. After a long while, he shook his head, sighed, and carefully put the money away.

"This Brother Yang is a man of principle."