The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Yang Shuisheng picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of braised pork made by Zhou Caifeng, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly. After swallowing it, he said unhurriedly, "As for me, I just want to be an honest farmer and cultivate my two acres of land."

"If we could plant more crops, grow more grain, sell more for more money, and live a better life, we would be content."

"I'm not really interested in anything else."

His words were simple and honest, just like the thoughts of a simple farmer.

"Oh dear! Shuisheng, look at you, your thinking is so narrow-minded."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Youcai's eyes lit up, as if he had seized another opportunity, and he quickly waved his hand.

"Being a village cadre and farming don't interfere with each other at all; they don't conflict at all."

"You should continue farming, and you should continue working in the fields."

"These village cadres are just a title; they don't do much usually. They just hold meetings, convey messages from above, and run errands for the village. And besides..."

He leaned forward and lowered his voice even further: "If you become a village cadre, I, as the village head, can also allocate some idle wasteland and hillside land that no one is farming to you to cultivate, in the name of the village."

"Those plots of land may be in a more remote location and the soil quality may be worse, but every little bit helps. A few more acres mean a bigger harvest, right?"

He's throwing out another bait, trying to use the village's idle land as a benefit.

In rural areas where land is life itself, this is indeed very attractive.

Yang Shuisheng listened without much expression on his face. He simply put down his chopsticks, picked up his wine glass, and took a small sip of wine.

Under the light, he looked calmly at Zhao Youcai, seemingly genuinely considering the proposal.

Zhao Youcai was secretly delighted, feeling that there was a chance.

It seems this young man still cares about practical benefits.

After a few seconds, Yang Shuisheng put down his wine glass, looked up at Zhao Youcai, and spoke in a flat and even casual tone.

"Uncle Zhao, could you please return my ten acres of land that originally had a spring?"

The question was asked casually, but to Zhao Youcai it was like a thunderclap.

"Clang!"

Zhao Youcai lost his grip on the wine glass and dropped it on the table, spilling wine and soaking the tablecloth.

The carefully crafted smile on his face froze instantly.

His eyes were filled with shock and panic, and a hint of fear that his secret had been exposed.

His eyes widened as he stared intently at Yang Shuisheng, as if he were seeing this person for the first time.

This kid brought this up on purpose. Could it be that he still holds a grudge about what happened back then?

Zhou Caifeng, who was standing next to her, was also startled, and the chopsticks in her hand fell to the table with a clatter.

Her heart sank, knowing that something big was probably going to happen at dinner tonight, and she instinctively shrank back.

The main room fell into a deathly silence.

Yang Shuisheng just watched him quietly, waiting for his answer.

That calm gaze, however, was more painful and terrifying to Zhao Youcai than any sharp knife.

"That land... Shui Sheng, that land probably won't work."

He licked his dry lips, his eyes darting away, not daring to look at Yang Shuisheng.

"That was a lease that your parents signed in black and white, permanently leased to Boss Hong. All the paperwork is in order."

"The land is currently in the hands of Boss Hong. Unless Boss Hong agrees to return it, it is equivalent to his land."

"You're telling me, as a village chief, I don't have the authority to take back land that someone has already rented out."

He desperately tried to shirk responsibility, implying that the land was not in his hands and that he was powerless to do anything about it, which was also a reminder to Yang Shuisheng that the land deeds were complete and that it was legally leased out, so it wouldn't be easy to get it back.

"oh."

Yang Shuisheng seemed to have anticipated this answer.

He picked up his chopsticks, took a slice of scrambled egg, put it in his mouth and chewed slowly. Then he raised his eyelids to look at Zhao Youcai, his tone carrying an indescribable sarcasm.

"I see. Then what else is there to say?"

"If I can't even get my own land back, what good am I as a village official?"

"Whose land can they protect?"

"Never mind, Uncle Youcai, I appreciate your kindness."

"You should find someone else to be the village cadre. I'll just focus on farming my two acres of land; that's fine."

His words were like a silent slap in the face to Zhao Youcai.

The meaning is clear: you can't even protect my family's land, or you're an accomplice, and now you think you can bribe me with some empty-headed village official and a few pieces of worthless land? Dream on!

Zhao Youcai was speechless and felt a tightness in his chest, but he dared not retaliate.

He could tell that Yang Shuisheng was determined to get back his ten mu of land; no other offer would likely sway him.

But how could he possibly have the ability to touch Hong Dachang's land? The waters behind it run too deep!

"Shuisheng, don't worry."

He was so anxious that he scratched his head and racked his brains. Suddenly, he had another idea and quickly said, "The situation in your area is special, but there are other ways."

"I know the village chief of Liangshui Village next door. Although some of their land is not as good as your spring-fed land, the soil quality is still quite good and the location is not remote."

"If you agree to run for village cadre, I'll try to talk to Liangshui Village and see if I can get you a few acres to farm. What do you say?"

This was a compromise he was making, trying to use land from another village to compensate Yang Shuisheng, hoping to first stabilize the man and get him on his side.

"Forget it, Uncle Youcai."

Yang Shuisheng seemed not to hear him, picked up another piece of food with his chopsticks, slowly put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, swallowed it, and then shook his head: "Too much trouble, I'd rather just focus on my two acres of land."

As he spoke, he actually stopped paying attention to Zhao Youcai and focused on eating the food in his bowl, as if the sumptuous meal in front of him was much more attractive than the village cadres and good land in other villages that Zhao Youcai had promised.

The scene froze instantly.

Zhao Youcai stood there, unsure whether to sit or stand, his face burning with embarrassment.

Just then, Zhou Caifeng, who had been sitting quietly to the side, glanced at him.

"Shuisheng, look at you, why are you being so formal with your Uncle Cai?"

A charming smile returned to her face. She leaned forward slightly and spoke to Yang Shuisheng in a soft, coquettish voice: "Your Uncle Zhao is doing this for your own good. I know that land in Liangshui Village is indeed quite good."

"As long as you nod, the rest will be handled by Uncle Youcai. He will definitely be able to find a way to get it done for you."

As she spoke, she quietly took off her plastic sandals under the table.

She was wearing a pair of thin black pants today, the legs of which were a bit short.

"Yes, yes, yes! All you have to do is nod!"

As Zhao Youcai anxiously echoed, Zhou Caifeng's warm and soft foot silently moved up Yang Shuisheng's calf and gently touched his thigh, her toes rubbing against him lightly.

The touch was warm and smooth, with a provocative quality. Yang Shuisheng's hand, which was picking up food, paused slightly, and his muscles tensed instantly.

He could clearly feel the outline of Zhou Caifeng's feet and her alluring movements.

This woman is incredibly bold!

How dare you do this in front of Zhao Youcai?

Zhou Caifeng still wore a charming smile, her eyes alluring as she looked at Yang Shuisheng. Under the table, her actions became bolder; she lightly stomped on the table with her foot and then scratched it with her toes, all the while pleading, "Shuisheng, please give your aunt some face, okay? I'm begging you so much..."

Her words were double-edged; she was being polite at the table, but subtly provoking him behind the scenes.

Zhao Youcai was completely kept in the dark, and just nervously watched Yang Shuisheng, waiting for his reply, without noticing his wife's restless feet under the table.

Yang Shuisheng felt a surge of heat rising from his lower abdomen, mixed with a tingling, aroused sensation and a thrill of stealing a kiss right under his enemy's nose.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the agitation in his heart, and calmly glanced at Zhao Youcai, who was looking at him expectantly, before finally settling his gaze on Zhou Caifeng's face, which was filled with temptation and pleading.

He didn't answer immediately, but instead picked up his glass and drank the rest of the wine in one gulp.