The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

A large group of people emerged from the barbershop and marched menacingly toward the vegetable market.

"You guys handle it, I won't show my face."

Yang Shuisheng walked in front, but when they were almost at the street corner of the vegetable market, he stopped and said to Tiger and Wolf behind him, "Don't make too much noise, just get the message across."

"Understood! Don't worry, Brother Yang, we know what we're doing." Tiger and Wolf nodded quickly.

Yang Shuisheng turned and went into the alley next to him, circling back to the noodle shop.

Inside the noodle shop, Zhao Erniu and his friends were slurping their noodles, whispering amongst themselves as they ate, wondering what Yang Shuisheng had been up to.

Uncle Shuanzhu held his bowl but had little appetite, his face showing guilt and unease.

When they saw Yang Shuisheng push the door open and come in, everyone looked up.

"Brother Shuisheng is back? What were you doing for so long?" a young man couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Nothing much, I just went to see a friend and talked about some things," Yang Shuisheng casually explained as he sat down in the empty seat and asked the owner to make him a bowl of noodles.

No sooner had he finished speaking than he heard a commotion of footsteps and cursing coming from the street outside.

Zhao Erniu and his friends craned their necks to look out the window, and saw Tiger and Wolf leading a large group of henchmen, carrying weapons, striding menacingly past the noodle shop and heading straight into the market.

"My God! It's Tiger! And Wolf!" Zhao Erniu exclaimed in a low voice, his eyes wide open. "Are they going to fight? Judging by this, someone's probably going to be in trouble."

The other young people also looked shocked and excited.

Tiger and Wolf were big names in Daliang Town. These country bumpkins could only hear about them and talk about them behind their backs. They had never seen anything like this before.

Seeing such a large group of people now fills me with both fear and a strange sense of excitement. I want to follow them and see what's going on, and I even feel a bit of longing for their domineering attitude.

"Judging by the direction... are they heading into the market?" another young man whispered.

"It must be! I don't know which fool offended them." Zhao Erniu smacked his lips, quickly finished the noodles in his bowl, wiped his mouth, and said to Yang Shuisheng, "Shuisheng, can we go and see what's going on? We'll just watch from a distance and come right back."

The others also stared longingly at Yang Shuisheng, clearly wanting to see him as well.

"Go if you want to go see it."

Yang Shuisheng slowly picked up a mouthful of noodles with his chopsticks, blew on it to cool it down, and said, "I'll eat my noodles here and wait for you to come back."

"Okay! Alright!"

After receiving permission, Zhao Erniu and his friends quickly put down their bowls and chopsticks, dashed out of the noodle shop, and jogged towards the vegetable market, their faces filled with excitement at the prospect of watching the spectacle.

Only Yang Shuisheng and Uncle Shuanzhu, who was still in a daze, remained in the noodle shop.

Yang Shuisheng looked at Uncle Shuanzhu and saw that he hadn't touched his noodles much, so he said, "Uncle Shuanzhu, eat up, the noodles won't taste good if they get cold."

"Hey, hey..." Uncle Shuanzhu responded, but he still didn't have much of an appetite. He put down his chopsticks and looked at Yang Shuisheng, his eyes full of gratitude and unease. "Shuisheng, today is really... really thanks to you."

"I feel really bad about that hundred yuan. It's all my fault for causing you so much trouble."

"Uncle Shuanzhu, don't say that." Yang Shuisheng shook his head, his tone gentle. "We're all fellow villagers from Taohua'ao, it's only right that we help each other out when we're away from home."

"But next time you come to town to sell vegetables, please be careful and try to find a corner that won't block other people's business."

"Towns are different from villages; there are more rules, and the people are more diverse, so safety comes first."

"I know, I know! I won't come anymore... no, I'll try to come less often." Uncle Shuanzhu nodded repeatedly, feeling both warm and bittersweet inside.

He knew that Yang Shuisheng's family was also struggling; his parents had passed away, and he had previously been mentally challenged. Now that things were just starting to look up, Yang Shuisheng had taken out a hundred yuan for him, a useless old man. He remembered this kindness.

"It's good that everyone's alright, go ahead and eat."

Meanwhile, in the market, the pork vendor sat happily behind his stall, clutching two crisp fifty-yuan bills in his hand, beaming with joy.

Get 100 yuan for free!

Although that kid made me look a bit awkward just now, money really does smell good.

He planned to buy some good wine and food after closing up shop that night, and then go home to show off to his wife and children.

Just then, he suddenly felt the light in front of the stall dim. He looked up and was so frightened that he almost fell off the stool.

A dozen or so people were standing in front of the stall.

They were all menacing, each with a fierce look in their eyes, holding sticks and chains. The leader was Tiger, who had a menacing appearance, and Wolf, who had a sinister look in his eyes, was standing next to him.

These two are the kings of hell in this vegetable market area. They usually use their fists to collect protection money and mediate disputes, and no one dares to mess with them.

The pork vendor was so frightened that a smile that looked more like a grimace instantly spread across his face. He scrambled to his feet, forgetting all about the money in his hands, and hurriedly pulled out a pack of expensive cigarettes that he himself rarely smoked. With trembling hands, he pulled one out, presented it to the vendor, and said, "Brother Tiger... Brother Wolf! What brings you two here?"

"Quick...quick, smoke!"

Tiger gave him a cold glance, raised his hand, and with a "smack," knocked the cigarette he was offered away, sending it flying to the ground.

"Smoking? Smoke your mother's head!" Tiger's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling aura. "I heard you've gotten some skills, Fatty Liu."

Liu, the pork stall owner, felt a sudden chill run down his spine. His legs went weak, and he stammered, "Brother Tiger... how could I dare say that?"

"I've always run my business honestly and paid my management fees on time."

"Behave yourself?" Wolf Brother sneered, stepped forward, grabbed Fatty Liu's greasy collar, pulling him back until his face was almost touching the man's. He asked in a sinister tone, "So, what I heard is that you've got some nerve, daring to collect stall fees yourself?"

"And they fucking charged you a hundred bucks? Who gave you that right? Huh?"

Fatty Liu then realized that it was all about the hundred yuan from earlier.

He was so frightened that he quickly explained, "Brother Wolf! It's a misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding!"

"There's this old geezer who sets up a stall selling rotten vegetables in front of my shop, blocking my business. That's why I made him pay. It's not that I wanted to collect, it's just that he was taking up my space..."

"Taking up your space?" Wolf Brother released him, slapped his face hard, but it made a loud slapping sound. "People are willing to set up a stall in front of your door, that's a favor to you, it's your good fortune! Don't you understand?"

"Not only are you ungrateful, but you also dare to take money?"

"Who gave you the guts? Huh?"

Fatty Liu's face stung from the slap, but he dared not dodge, feeling both wronged and scared.

A crowd of onlookers had already gathered far away, pointing and whispering, wondering why Brother Wolf was so angry today and what he was talking about.

They usually bully those without stalls, and Wolf Brother and his gang just turn a blind eye, don't they?

"Brother Wolf, I know I was wrong, I'll never do it again." Fatty Liu quickly admitted defeat, trembling as he took out the hundred yuan from his pocket and handed it over with both hands. "The money... the money is here, I didn't touch a single penny, I'm handing it over, I'm handing it all over to you, Brother Wolf."

He thought Wolf Brother was blaming him for accepting money without permission and not paying tribute.

"One hundred yuan?"

To everyone's surprise, Brother Wolf didn't even glance at the money. He just sneered sideways, his tone full of disdain and mockery: "Fatty Liu, are you trying to fob me off like a beggar?"

"Or do you still think I'm like you, never seen money before?"

He paused, his eyes turning fierce, and stared at the ashen-faced Fatty Liu, slowly saying, "You offended someone you shouldn't have, broke the rules, and you think you can settle this for just one hundred yuan?"

"Do you think I'm easy to talk to?"

The meaning couldn't be clearer: one hundred isn't enough, you need to pay more!

And you need to add a lot!

This is a recipe for him to bleed money, to avoid disaster by spending a fortune.