The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

The three of them followed the ridges of the fields to the foot of the mountain behind the village.

Under the moonlight, a relatively flat area of ​​land, with the outlines of neatly arranged fields faintly visible, came into view.

In the middle of the land, there was indeed a spring, its surface shimmering in the moonlight, its waters flowing gently and nourishing the surrounding land.

This was once Yang Shuisheng's ten mu of land near a spring, with fertile soil and abundant water, making it one of the best plots of land in the village.

But now, the crops planted in the fields no longer belong to the Yang family.

"Shuisheng, look, this is it."

Zhao Youcai walked ahead, pointing to the field and saying, "Boss Hong hired people to take care of it, and the crops are growing well."

His tone carried a hint of boastfulness, yet also a subtle warning.

"This Boss Hong is no ordinary person. He owns a large factory in the county town and manages several hundred workers. He's rich and powerful."

"He officially rented this land; all the contracts and paperwork are in place."

"So, just take a look and that's it. Some thoughts should be cut off."

He was giving Yang Shuisheng a warning, telling him that the other party had a powerful background and that he shouldn't have any improper thoughts.

Yang Shuisheng stood at the edge of the field, gazing at the familiar land under the moonlight, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

"Running a factory in the county town? Managing hundreds of people?" he casually asked. "Just how capable is this Boss Hong?"

"They're incredibly capable!"

Seeing that he seemed to be just curious, Zhao Youcai lowered his voice and said with a hint of awe, "I don't know exactly what he does, but I heard that he can talk to the county leaders."

"The factory is full of rumbling machines, and trucks are constantly coming and going every day. The scale and the momentum... tsk tsk, it's definitely not something that country folk like us can afford to mess with."

"Shuisheng, listen to your uncle's advice. Some things are better left in the past. Look forward."

Yang Shuisheng listened and nodded silently, gaining a more intuitive understanding of Hong Dachang's strength.

He opened a factory in the county town, employed hundreds of workers, and even managed to establish connections with county leaders...

This is indeed a behemoth! It's far beyond what he can currently confront head-on.

Reclaiming the land and bringing down Zhao Youcai is only the first step, and perhaps the easiest one.

To truly reclaim what belongs to him, facing an opponent of Hong Dachang's caliber, he needs greater strength, more substantial capital, and more solid trump cards.

This strengthened his resolve to first accumulate power and quietly make a fortune.

He didn't say anything more, but silently walked around the edge of the field, looked at the still clear spring, and then at the crops growing well in the field, as if he really just came to take a look.

Zhou Caifeng stayed by his side without saying a word, only occasionally stealing a glance at him with a complicated look in her eyes.

After wandering around the spring for about an hour, Yang Shuisheng finally stopped, guessing that Ma San had probably succeeded and left.

"Uncle Youcai, we've finished looking at it. It's getting late, let's go back."

"Okay, let's go back."

Zhao Youcai also breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that Yang Shuisheng might do something impulsive.

The three of them started walking back.

When they reached the fork in the road at the village entrance, Yang Shuisheng stopped and said to Zhao Youcai and Zhou Caifeng, "Uncle Youcai, Aunt Feng, I'll go straight home from here. Thank you for your hospitality today."

"Okay, then take care and get some rest." Zhao Youcai waved his hand; he also wanted to get home as soon as possible.

Just then, Zhou Caifeng suddenly cried out, "Oh dear!" and touched her hair, her face showing a worried expression: "My hair clip, my hair clip seems to be missing. Did I leave it at Shuisheng's house?"

Issuing a hairpin?

Yang Shuisheng was taken aback. When did it fall? He had no recollection of it.

"Maybe it fell off the road?"

Zhao Youcai didn't think much of it and casually said, "It's just a hair clip. I'll look for one again tomorrow. If I can't find it, I'll just buy another one."

"No, that's my favorite one." Zhou Caifeng stamped her foot and said to Yang Shuisheng, "Shuisheng, your home is nearby, I'll go back with you and see if you can find it."

"If it falls into your house, I'll take it back."

"If not, it might have fallen off the road. I'll check again on my way."

Seeing that she was serious, Zhao Youcai stopped trying to stop her and waved his hand, "Alright, alright, then hurry back and find it. Go home as soon as you find it, don't dawdle."

"Okay, I understand," Zhou Caifeng replied, walking over to Yang Shuisheng and urging, "Let's go, Shuisheng, hurry up!"

Although Yang Shuisheng was puzzled, he didn't say anything, nodded, and led Zhou Caifeng toward his home.

Zhao Youcai then walked alone towards home.

After Zhao Youcai's figure disappeared into the night, and after walking a few dozen meters, the anxiety on Zhou Caifeng's face vanished instantly, replaced by an undisguised longing.

"Hurry up, Shui Sheng, get home quickly!"

She grabbed Yang Shuisheng's arm, her body almost pressed against his, her voice soft and urgent, her breath hot and alluring against his ear.

"Auntie...Auntie feels restless and uncomfortable...You need to take good care of me."

Yang Shuisheng was startled by her sudden action, and felt the soft pressure of her chest against his arm.

He instantly understood that the hair clip was just an excuse.

This woman, having tasted the sweetness, used this as an excuse to try and spend time alone with him.

He didn't say anything, but quickened his pace.

The two practically jogged back to Yang Shuisheng's dilapidated house.

As soon as Yang Shuisheng closed the door and bolted it, Zhou Caifeng pounced on him like a ball of fire, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, her soft, voluptuous body pressed against him, her lips kissing his face and neck haphazardly, and she murmured passionately, "Shuisheng, my dear Shuisheng, Auntie has missed you so much."

"Auntie has been thinking about you all afternoon, please...please help Auntie take care of herself, she feels terrible."

As she spoke, she anxiously tugged at Yang Shuisheng's clothes, twisting her body as she did so. Two buttons on her tight, light red shirt popped open, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin and a deep cleavage, which shone brightly in the dim room.

Yang Shuisheng was also aroused by her passionate initiative, and without hesitation, he picked her up and carried her to the brand-new wooden bed frame, where he placed her on it.

Zhou Caifeng couldn't wait to reach out and undo his belt.

"Slow down..." Yang Shuisheng pressed her hand down and quickly took off his own coat.

"It can't be slow... Auntie can't wait..." Zhou Caifeng's eyes were glazed as she took the initiative to respond.

Soon, suppressed breathing could be heard from the dilapidated little house.

When emotions ran high, Zhou Caifeng couldn't help but let out a soft, alluring moan.

As she enjoyed it, she couldn't help but praise intermittently, "Shuisheng, your...your new bed...is really good quality."

"After all this fuss... there's still no sound..."

Yang Shuisheng had no time to pay attention to her, focusing on circulating the "Hehuan Nourishing Qi Technique" to guide the Qi in his body to merge with the special Yin-Yang Qi on Zhou Caifeng's body.

He could sense that the effects of his cultivation tonight were particularly noticeable, and Zhou Caifeng seemed to be especially absorbed and nourished. The tacit understanding and compatibility between the two seemed to be higher than in previous sessions.

After an unknown amount of time, the wind stopped and the rain ceased.

Zhou Caifeng lay on Yang Shuisheng like a lump of soft mud, her body covered in fragrant sweat, her face flushed with extreme satisfaction, and she was breathing slightly.

But she didn't dare to linger. After a short while, she struggled to get up and hurriedly put on her clothes.

"No... I have to go back quickly, otherwise Youcai will become suspicious." As she buttoned her clothes, she turned around and looked at Yang Shuisheng with lingering and reluctant eyes. She stuck out her tongue and licked her slightly swollen lips. "Shuisheng, you were really amazing today. Auntie felt so good."

"Auntie will find another opportunity to come over next time."

She got dressed, then tidied her hair in front of the blurry mirror in the room to make sure nothing seemed amiss. Only then did she quietly open the door like a thief, peek out, and slip out.

Yang Shuisheng remained in bed and did not get up immediately.

He focused intently on sensing the changes within his dantian.

The original eight strands of energy had now become a full ten!

The ten wisps of energy, like ten tiny silver fish, swam and swirled slowly within his dantian, radiating a warm power that was far stronger than before.

Ten strands are the critical point at which they condense into one.

However, although these ten strands of energy reached the required quantity, they remained relatively independent of each other and did not naturally merge, compress, and condense into a purer and more powerful flow of energy as described in the inherited memories.

"It's still a little short of perfect..."

Yang Shuisheng understood immediately.

Just like boiling water, the difference between 99 degrees and 100 degrees, though only one degree, is the key transformation from liquid to gas.

His ten strands of energy have reached quantitative saturation, but they seem to lack some kind of trigger, or a final qualitative push, before they can complete the final fusion.

He had a strong premonition that next time, as long as there was another effective cultivation session, these ten strands of energy would naturally merge into one!

At that time, his cultivation will reach a completely new level, and his strength, speed, perception, and control over qi will all experience a qualitative leap.

He clenched his fist, his eyes gleaming in the darkness.

The evidence to bring down Zhao Youcai is about to be obtained, his own cultivation is about to break through, and the crops in the field will soon be able to be planted. Everything is developing in a good direction.

However, Hong Dachang, who lived far away in the county town and had a powerful background, loomed ahead like a mountain.

But Yang Shuisheng believes that as long as he keeps going step by step and accumulates enough strength, he will one day be able to move this mountain, take back everything that belongs to his family, and give his deceased parents justice.

He got up, dressed, walked to the water vat, scooped up a ladle of cold water and poured it over his head, washing away the heat and fatigue and making himself more alert.

The night was still long, but for Yang Shuisheng, the day was not over yet. He still had to go to the pool behind the mountain to find Bai Qinglian.