The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Upon arriving at the blacksmith's shop, the clanging sounds were incessant.

"You're here?"

Old Wang was squatting by the door sharpening a machete when he looked up and saw Yang Shuisheng arrive. He wiped the sweat from his brow with a towel around his neck and pointed inside: "The stuff is ready. Take it yourself from the shelf inside."

"Two dollars for the final payment."

Yang Shuisheng went inside and found a small package casually wrapped in old kraft paper on a wooden shelf piled with miscellaneous items.

Upon opening it, one finds two thin iron pieces, each about the length of a palm and the width of two fingers, completely black with no extra decorations, except for two small grooves at the ends for easy gripping with fingers.

The blade was sharpened, gleaming coldly in the dim light, and was extremely sharp.

He picked up one and weighed it in his hand; it was exactly one ounce, and the center of gravity was stable.

I gently scraped the blade with my finger, and felt a slight stinging sensation; it was sharp enough.

Whether it's the weight, feel, or sharpness, it perfectly meets his requirements.

Master Wang's skills are truly exceptional.

"Not bad, thanks Master Wang." Yang Shuisheng was very satisfied. He took out two coins as the final payment and placed them on the anvil next to him. He then wrapped the two darts in brown paper again and turned to leave the blacksmith shop.

Instead of returning to the village immediately, he turned into a quiet, deserted dead-end alley behind the blacksmith's shop.

There are some broken bricks and tiles piled up here, and no one usually comes here.

Yang Shuisheng looked around to make sure no one was there, then took out a dart.

The black iron sheet lay in his palm, cold and heavy.

He focused his mind and calmed his breath, mobilizing the eight slowly rotating strands of energy within his dantian.

With a slight thought, the Qi flowed, gently enveloping the dart in the palm of the hand.

A miraculous thing happened!

The heavy dart floated up from his palm, wobbling slightly.

Although it was a little unstable at first, trembling slightly like someone who was drunk, as Yang Shuisheng focused his mind and his energy output became more stable, the dart quickly hovered steadily a foot above his palm, as if it were being held up by an invisible hand.

Yang Shuisheng was overjoyed!

This was far more intuitive and powerful than manipulating silver needles. He could clearly feel the subtle connection between the energy and the darts, as if they were his own limbs.

With another thought, the suspended dart "whooshed" and transformed into a blurry black line, shooting towards a broken blue brick, half of which was buried in the ground, three meters away.

"boom--"

With a soft thud, the dart pierced deep into the blue brick, almost halfway in, leaving only a small groove at the end sticking out.

Yang Shuisheng walked over, grasped the groove, and pulled out the dart with a little force.

A deep hole was left in the blue brick, with neat edges.

If this power were to hit a human body, it would definitely leave a bloody hole.

Moreover, because it is controlled by air, it is silent, extremely fast, and impossible to defend against!

He tried to control two darts at the same time.

The eight strands of energy split into two, each enveloping one of the two darts.

Two jet-black darts darted nimbly around him in mid-air, crisscrossing and swirling, their trajectories unpredictable and completely under his control.

Although controlling two at the same time requires a greater strain on his mind and more precise control over his Qi, he is fully capable of handling it with ease, given his current foundation of eight strands of Qi.

He even felt that if he wanted, he might be able to distract himself and control a third or fourth one!

But that would definitely reduce the accuracy and power significantly.

With two darts, one visible and one concealed, one for attack and one for distraction, we have enough to handle most situations.

Moreover, this dart is made of ordinary iron sheet. If there is an opportunity to find better materials in the future, or if one's cultivation level is higher, one can certainly make a better one.

Having fully mastered the control of the darts, Yang Shuisheng was in high spirits.

He carefully put the two darts away, glanced at the sun, and realized it was already noon; his stomach was rumbling.

He wandered around the town and saw a small restaurant.

The shop was deserted; there wasn't a single customer.

The proprietress was sitting on a small stool by the door picking vegetables; her figure was slender from behind.

Yang Shuisheng went inside. There were only four tables in the shop, which were clean enough.

"Little brother, are you eating?"

Hearing the noise, the vegetable vendor turned around and stood up.

This turn of the head made Yang Shuisheng's eyes light up.

The proprietress looked to be only twenty-five or twenty-six years old. She had fair skin and clearly hadn't done much farm work. She had an oval face, big, bright eyes, a straight nose, and full lips.

She was wearing a floral shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, revealing her two fair and slender forearms.

The shirt was a little tight, perfectly outlining her full breasts, while her waist was extremely slender. She wore black cotton pants, but they couldn't hide her round, perky buttocks and long, shapely legs.

She possesses a unique charm that lies between a pure young girl and a voluptuous young woman.

"Hmm, let's eat. What do you have to eat, ma'am?" Yang Shuisheng looked away and sat down at a table further inside.

"There's a menu on the wall; they have stir-fries, noodles, and rice."

The proprietress had a clear, crisp voice with a slight local accent; it was quite pleasant to listen to.

She pointed to a red paper pasted on the wall, on which the names and prices of the dishes were written in calligraphy.

"I'd like some stir-fried pork with chili peppers, braised pork belly, and a bowl of rice."

Yang Shuisheng glanced at the menu and casually ordered two meat dishes.

"Stir-fried pork with chili peppers, five pieces; braised pork, eight pieces; rice, one piece; total fourteen."

The proprietress quickly quoted the price and then turned and went into the kitchen at the back.

As she walked, her slender waist and full hips created an alluring curve.

Soon, the dishes were served.

The aroma of stir-fried pork with chili peppers is irresistible; the pork slices are stir-fried until glossy, and the green and red peppers are crisp and tender. The braised pork is bright red in color, fatty but not greasy, and lean but not dry.

Yang Shuisheng took a bite, and his eyes lit up. This cooking skill is really good.

"Boss lady, your cooking is great!"

Yang Shuisheng ate heartily while sincerely praising the food.

"What's the use of being skilled?"

The proprietress was sitting behind the counter in a daze when she heard this. She looked up and gave a wry smile: "These days, there are more restaurant owners than people eating."

"Look, it's already lunchtime. Who else could have come in besides you?"

She sighed, a worried look on her face: "My shop, if it can hold on for another two months, I guess it will have to close down."

Yang Shuisheng was somewhat surprised: "With such good cooking skills, you must have had many repeat customers, right? How come you couldn't keep the business going?"

"We do have a few repeat customers, but what good are they?" The proprietress shook her head, her tone somewhat helpless. "Young man, you're still young, you don't understand."

"Nowadays, opening a shop isn't just about having some skills; it's about interpersonal relationships and connections."

"My business is so small, I have no connections or networks."

"Today the health clinic comes to inspect, tomorrow the industry and commerce bureau comes to check, the day after tomorrow the tax bureau comes to ask questions... If you don't bribe any of these officials, they can make your business go out of business."

"And that doesn't even include the street thugs who come every now and then to freeload, eating and drinking for free and causing trouble..."

She became more and more heartbroken as she spoke, her eyes turning red: "My husband passed away from an illness two years ago, leaving me with this little shop."

"I gritted my teeth and persevered, thinking that I could support myself and my child with my skills, but I never expected... Sigh, it's so hard."

"I've already thought it through. After this year, I'll sell this shop and go back to my hometown in the countryside."

Yang Shuisheng was also somewhat moved as he listened.

In this world, it's really not easy for ordinary people to run a small business peacefully.

He looked at the proprietress and felt a strange pang of sympathy.

Just as he was about to say something to comfort her, the light at the restaurant entrance dimmed, and two young men in floral T-shirts, smoking cigarettes and looking rather sleazy, strolled in.

"Where did the proprietress go?"

As soon as they entered, one of the blond-haired men kicked the doorframe with a nonchalant air and yelled, "Can't you see we have guests? Hurry up and cook us some hearty dishes! We're starving!"