The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

As soon as Yang Shuisheng said this, not only the pork stall owner and the onlookers, but also Zhao Erniu and his companions who had come with him, as well as Uncle Shuanzhu who was wiping away tears, were all stunned!

"What?"

"He's out?"

"Really giving it to me?"

"My God, a hundred bucks! You just gave it to me like that?"

The scene fell silent for a moment, and everyone looked at Yang Shuisheng with disbelief.

One hundred yuan!

This is no small amount.

That's equivalent to a strong laborer's monthly wages, all paid for by an old man who sets up a stall and obstructs the road?

The pork stall owner was also stunned. He had just said those words in anger, and he was certain that no one would be fooled into doing this.

At this moment, his eyes widened as he looked Yang Shuisheng up and down again, stammering, "You...you're not kidding, are you? That's a hundred yuan, real money, you're going to pay for it?"

"I'm not kidding." Yang Shuisheng pulled out two fifty-yuan bills from his pocket and slammed them onto the greasy meat counter next to him. "Here's the money. Keep it safe. From now until dark, this old man will be setting up his stall here. You can't cause any more trouble, understand?"

Looking at the two brand-new fifty-yuan bills, the pork stall owner swallowed hard, a hint of greed and disbelief flashing in his eyes, but more so the embarrassment of being publicly humiliated and a faint unease.

Who is this kid?

You just take a hundred yuan without batting an eye?

"Fine...fine! This old geezer's lucky today, running into a fool like you."

He sheepishly reached out, quickly grabbed the money, and stuffed it into his pocket. He still refused to back down, but his momentum had weakened considerably: "I'll take the money. He can use the place as he pleases. I promise I won't cause him any trouble."

After saying that, he quickly turned around, pretending to be busy cutting meat, not daring to look at Yang Shuisheng and the disdainful, amused gazes of the people around him.

This scene left Zhao Erniu and the young men he brought speechless, their minds reeling.

Their previous impression of Yang Shuisheng was that he was somewhat capable and lucky enough to climb the social ladder, and they even felt a bit jealous and disdainful.

But at this moment, seeing him unhesitatingly take out a hundred yuan for an elderly man from the same village who was not related to them, their magnanimity and courage instantly made them feel ashamed.

"My goodness, a hundred dollars, he just gave it to me like that."

"Officer Yang... no, Brother Shuisheng, it really is him!" Someone secretly gave a thumbs up.

"No wonder he was able to become a cadre. His vision and magnanimity are something we can't compare to, we really can't compare to him."

Zhao Erniu's mouth dropped open as he looked at Yang Shuisheng's calm profile. The resentment and bitterness he felt from his defeat in the election dissipated, replaced by admiration.

I was just hesitant to give up because I couldn't bear to part with the money. Compared to Yang Shuisheng, I was just too petty.

But you can't blame him for that; I believe that no one else would have given up 100 yuan so easily.

"Young man, this...this won't do."

Uncle Shuanzhu was so moved that tears streamed down his face. He stood up shakily, grabbed Yang Shuisheng's hand, and said in a choked voice, "One hundred yuan isn't enough even if I sell all my junk. I can't take your money. You should ask the boss to return it to you."

As he spoke, he reached into his worn-out clothes pocket and pulled out the few cents or dollars he had earned from selling vegetables that day, intending to give them to Yang Shuisheng.

"Uncle Shuanzhu, don't worry."

Yang Shuisheng gently pressed his hand down, his tone softening: "I just temporarily left this money with that boss, you don't need to pay me back."

"Put...put it there?" Uncle Shuanzhu was stunned, not understanding what he meant.

Zhao Erniu and the others also looked puzzled. They had already given the money, so why was it temporarily kept with him?

Is it possible for him to get it back?

Yang Shuisheng didn't explain much, but said to Zhao Erniu, "Brother Erniu, you guys take Uncle Shuanzhu to the noodle shop next door first, have a bowl of noodles each to fill your stomachs while you wait for me."

"I'm going to take care of something, I'll be right back."

"Oh? Okay!"

Although Zhao Erniu was full of questions, he was completely convinced by Yang Shuisheng at this moment. He quickly agreed and, together with the others, helped the still bewildered Uncle Shuanzhu toward a simple noodle shop next to the exit of the vegetable market.

Watching them leave, Yang Shuisheng turned and walked out of the market, but instead of heading to the noodle shop, he turned into a quieter alley.

Soon, he arrived at Ah Hu's barbershop.

Pushing open the door, I entered a room filled with smoke, where several young men who looked like thugs were shouting and yelling around a small table.

Some playing cards and loose change were scattered on the table, clearly indicating that they were playing Texas Hold'em.

Tiger, with a shaved head, sat at the head of the table, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, looking at the cards in his hand with great interest.

Sitting opposite him was another man who looked to be in his early thirties, with a sharp and fierce look in his eyes.

"Damn it! I've won this round!" Tiger slammed his cards on the table, laughed triumphantly, and reached out to grab the money on the table.

"Brother Tiger, you're on a winning streak," the underling flattered him.

Just then, the door was pushed open, and Yang Shuisheng walked in.

The noise in the room instantly fell silent.

Everyone looked up at the doorway.

"Yang...Brother Yang? What brings you here?"

Tiger's smile froze the moment he saw Yang Shuisheng. He stood up abruptly, his face instantly filled with a respectful and even slightly fearful smile. He quickly took the cigarette out of his mouth and stubbed it out.

"Please sit down! Please sit down!"

As he spoke, he glared fiercely at his still-dazed underling: "Are you all blind? Didn't you see Brother Yang is here? Clear the table! Bring the tea!"

The henchmen were startled and hurriedly began to tidy up the card table.

The man sitting opposite Tiger's expression changed slightly when he heard the title "Brother Yang" and saw Tiger's respectful demeanor.

"Brother Yang! I've heard so much about you."

He immediately stood up, a cautious yet slightly ingratiating smile on his face, and bowed slightly to Yang Shuisheng, saying respectfully, "I am Ah Lang, and I work for Brother Kun."

"I heard that a few of my underlings offended you at the train station a few days ago. I've already taught them a lesson, and I hope you'll be magnanimous and not take it to heart, Brother Yang."

He adopted a very humble attitude, clearly already aware of the relationship between Yang Shuisheng and Brother Kun.

"Brother Wolf, right? Nice to meet you."

Yang Shuisheng glanced at him; it turned out he was Wolf Brother.

He then nodded and said, "Let bygones be bygones. Just manage your subordinates well from now on."

"No, no, not at all! Brother Yang, you can just call me Wolf." Wolf waved his hand quickly, relieved. It seemed that this ruthless guy didn't intend to pursue the matter.

"Brother Yang, is there anything you need today?" Tiger asked cautiously, knowing that Yang Shuisheng would never come to his little barbershop unless there was something wrong.

Yang Shuisheng didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, "Whose territory is that over there at the vegetable market?"

Tiger and Wolf exchanged a glance.

Tiger looked at Wolf and asked with his eyes.

The vegetable market area is lucrative, but it's also full of thugs. Several leaders have been fighting over it, but lately it seems that Ah Lang's men are mainly in charge of running the place and collecting protection money.

"Brother Yang, I'm mainly keeping an eye on the market area right now."

Wolf Brother's heart skipped a beat. He quickly stepped forward and said respectfully, "What happened? Or has someone been so inconsiderate as to offend you?"

Yang Shuisheng nodded.

"I was buying some vegetables at the market just now, and a pork vendor forced me to pay a stall fee of 100 yuan."

"It's not a lot of money, but the situation is a bit unpleasant."

"So I'd like to ask you two to help me put in a good word and see if we should pay this booth fee, and if so, how we should pay it."

He said it very casually, but Tiger and Wolf were both shrewd people, and they could easily understand the meaning behind his words.

He was extorted and was upset, so he wanted to settle the score!

Moreover, the fact that he specifically came to talk to them clearly indicated that he wanted to use them to teach that clueless stall owner a lesson.

"Damn it! Which bastard has the guts to take your money, Brother Yang? They're asking for trouble!"

Tiger immediately patted his chest, his face turning fierce: "Brother Yang, don't worry, leave this to me. I'll take the brothers over there right now and make sure that bastard's stall is turned upside down."

"I'm sorry, Brother Yang, it's my fault for not managing my territory well, which led to my men offending you."

Wolf Brother quickly chimed in, his tone fierce: "Don't worry, I'll personally lead the men there and give you a satisfactory explanation."

"I'll make him pay back that hundred yuan, with interest! Damn it, he dares to mess with me!"

The two men were itching for a fight, looking ready to lead their men to the market and start a brawl.

The other henchmen in the shop also stood up, grabbed sticks and chains, and waited for their boss's order.