The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

There were people watching, but most of them pointed and whispered, and no one stepped forward.

This kind of thing is common in the market. Those with stalls look down on those without, thinking that they are stealing business and affecting the appearance of the city. Most importantly, they make the other people feel that their stall fees are being wasted.

"This is terrible... I just wanted to earn some money for medicine... Why is it so hard..."

Looking at the pork vendor's menacing appearance, and then at his own meager goods that he probably couldn't even sell for a dollar, the old man squatted down in despair, his withered hands trembling as he gathered up the plastic sheet, tears streaming down his face.

"You old coffin-like coffin! At your age, instead of staying home to die, you're out here getting in the way!"

As the old man shakily gathered up the pitiful wild vegetables and rotten potatoes, the pork vendor, still not satisfied, stood with his hands on his hips and continued to hurl insults at him.

"Look at this junk of yours! Even a dog wouldn't eat it, and you think you can sell it for money?"

"Pah! Get lost!"

"Don't let your stench from here ruin my stall; it's bad luck."

His words were extremely offensive, and many onlookers frowned, their faces showing pity and dissatisfaction.

But since it doesn't concern them personally, few people are willing to stand up for a seemingly poor and destitute old man they don't know, and risk offending a fierce-looking butcher.

Looking at the old man's hunched back and desperate tears, and then carefully examining his profile, Yang Shuisheng suddenly felt a pang in his heart.

The old man looked somewhat familiar.

Seems to be……

correct!

It's Uncle Shuanzhu who lives across from Guo Cuihong's house!

Guo Cuihong had mentioned before that Uncle Shuanzhu was a good person. His wife passed away the year before last, and he now lives alone. He usually takes good care of them, a widow and her children.

A few days ago, Guo Cuihong reminded him that there were many poisonous snakes in the mountains, which was also something Uncle Shuanzhu had told him.

In the end, they were all fellow villagers from Taohua'ao, and he was a lonely old man, yet he was bullied like this...

Yang Shuisheng's anger flared up instantly.

He walked over in a few steps and stood between the old man and the pork vendor.

"Boss, that's enough." Yang Shuisheng's voice was cold. "This old man is so old, selling so little stuff, how much of a hindrance can he possibly have to your business?"

"Watch your mouth, don't say such hurtful things."

"Who the hell are you?"

The pork vendor was in the middle of his rant when he was suddenly interrupted, which made him even angrier. He looked Yang Shuisheng up and down and saw that he didn't seem like anyone important, so he looked at him with disdain.

"Where did you come from? Stop meddling in other people's business!"

"That old geezer was blocking my stall, that's his fault. What's wrong with me saying a few words to him? It's none of your business!"

Yang Shuisheng knew that, logically speaking, the old man was indeed in the wrong for setting up a stall in front of someone else's stall since he didn't have one.

But when he saw the old man's pitiful state and the stall owner's unreasonable and foul-mouthed manner, he couldn't suppress his anger.

"He's wrong. You can let him go, but can't you talk to him nicely?"

"Does it have to be such a nasty insult? Everyone has elderly relatives."

"Put yourself in their shoes, is it really that serious?"

Yang Shuisheng said in a deep voice.

"Talk nicely? What's the point of talking to this old scoundrel?" The pork vendor pointed at the wilted wild vegetables on the ground, spitting almost onto Yang Shuisheng's face. "Look at what he's selling! Rotten vegetable leaves. He's just deliberately putting them here to gain sympathy and ruin my business! I've seen plenty of people like him."

"You're talking nonsense. All the good vegetables I brought this morning have been sold. I only sold these less-than-perfect ones at a low price because I wasn't trying to gain sympathy."

Uncle Shuanzhu, who was squatting on the ground silently packing up his things with tears streaming down his face, suddenly raised his head when he heard this. His old face was filled with grievance and anger, and he retorted in a trembling voice: "I just wanted to exchange for two more doses of medicine. You're just jealous that my business is better than yours this morning."

"I'm jealous of you? Ha! What a joke!" the pork stall owner shouted, jumping up and down. "You think you're worthy of my jealousy?"

"Let me tell you, you old fool, you stole my business today, so you have to compensate me for my losses."

"Either get out of here right now, or pay your stall fee."

"Otherwise, I'm not finished with you!"

He's clearly being unreasonable and making sophistry.

How can a vegetable vendor steal his meat business?

It's obvious that there are just fewer people buying meat.

The surrounding chatter grew louder, with many people pointing fingers at the pork vendor, feeling that he had gone too far.

How much business can an old person with only a few rotten vegetable leaves steal from you? And you still have to pay stall fees?

"That's too much!"

"Exactly, what kind of skill is it to bully the elderly?"

"They're just selling some wild vegetables, what's it to you?"

"That boss is incredibly greedy!"

Hearing the crowd's accusations, the pork stall owner felt a little embarrassed, but relying on the fact that he had paid the stall fee and was a legitimate vendor, he became even more arrogant, standing with his hands on his hips and yelling at the people around him, "What are you all yelling about? Huh?"

"It's easy for everyone to talk when they're not in my shoes. I pay for this stall, over a hundred yuan a month. Why should someone who hasn't paid set up shop in front of me? Why should he steal my business?"

"If you think I'm going too far, fine!"

"Who's going to pay his stall fee? If someone pays, I won't say a word! I'll let him set up shop until dark!"

"Who pays? Huh? Who pays?"

He's just being a scoundrel, knowing full well that no one would be foolish enough to pay over a hundred yuan for a complete stranger like an old man.

Zhao Erniu, who had come with Yang Shuisheng, also recognized Uncle Shuanzhu at this moment.

After all, they're from the same village; even though they're not close, there's still some connection between them.

Seeing the old man being bullied so badly, he felt a little sorry for him, so he mustered up his courage and went up to the pork stall owner and said, "Boss, your stall fee is too expensive. People only set up their stalls for a short time. Even if you have to pay, it should be calculated by the day. It's only a few dollars a day."

"You're asking for over a hundred right off the bat? Isn't that blatant robbery?"

"Expensive? If you think it's too expensive, then don't display it!"

The pork vendor glanced sideways at Zhao Erniu, and seeing that he was also dressed like a country bumpkin, he became even more disdainful: "This is my stall, I set the price!"

"One hundred! Not a penny less."

"If you don't have money, don't act all high and mighty here. What are you pretending to be, a good guy? Get lost!"

Zhao Erniu was so choked up that his face turned red, feeling both angry and ashamed.

I might consider it if it's only a few dollars.

But that's a hundred dollars!

Putting aside whether he has enough money, even if he does, would he really spend a hundred dollars for an old man he doesn't know?

He couldn't bear to part with it!

He immediately shrank back, not daring to utter a sound, and cursed the boss inwardly as a scoundrel.

The other young people who came with Yang Shuisheng kept their heads down and pretended to look elsewhere, afraid of being dragged into it.

One hundred yuan is an astronomical price for them.

Seeing that no one dared to respond, the pork vendor became even more smug, his nostrils flaring upwards: "See? Nobody's going to pay for it, is he?"

"Since that's the case, then shut the hell up and get out of here, old man, or I'll make you take action."

Uncle Shuanzhu, tears streaming down his face, glanced despairingly at the rotten vegetables on the ground that he couldn't sell. His hands trembled as he quickened his pace of cleaning up, wanting nothing more than to leave this place as soon as possible.

As Yang Shuisheng watched this scene, his eyes grew colder and colder.

"Okay, I'll pay the hundred yuan."