The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Tiger took the four or five pounds of meat, weighed it in his hand, and the satisfied look on his face disappeared.

He glanced at Fatty Liu sideways and said sarcastically, "Oh, Fatty Liu, is this all you have? Are you trying to fob me off like a beggar?"

"With so many brothers under my command, would each of them even get a bite? Not even enough to fill a gap between their teeth!"

Fatty Liu's heart was bleeding, and his facial muscles were twitching, but he dared not refute. He could only turn around with a mournful face, pick up the knife, grit his teeth at another piece of meat on the cutting board, and cut off nearly ten pounds of good meat. He wrapped it in oil paper and handed it over again.

"Brother Tiger, is this...is this enough?"

"Any more... my small business really can't keep going."

Tiger looked at the two large bags of meat, which weighed about fifteen or sixteen pounds in total, but after a moment's hesitation, he shook his head: "Not enough."

Fatty Liu's legs went weak, and he almost knelt down.

Tiger added slowly, "Look, this meat is for me and my brothers."

"But what about Brother Wolf? He brought his brothers all this way; they can't go back empty-handed, can they?"

"Shouldn't Wolf get a share of this meat too?"

Upon hearing this, Fatty Liu realized they wanted more!

He gritted his teeth and decided to cut a few more pounds to get rid of these two plague gods as soon as possible.

He picked up his knife and was about to strike the remaining half of the pig.

"Hey! Wait a minute!" Tiger suddenly called out to him.

Fatty Liu's hand trembled, and he almost dropped the knife. He looked at Tiger Brother blankly.

Tiger pointed to the half-eaten, almost untouched, white pork hanging behind the butcher's block, weighing about fifty or sixty pounds, and grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth: "Fatty Liu, look at you, all that cutting and chopping is such a hassle."

"Okay, then don't cut the other half of the pig, just give it to me whole."

"If I divide it with Wolf Brother's brothers, it should be enough, and it'll save you the trouble of using a knife again; it's too tiring."

He said it as if he were offering me a cabbage.

"What? Half...half a pig?" Fatty Liu's voice changed with shock as he exclaimed, "Brother Tiger! This...this won't do!"

"This half-pig is what I just bought today; it's all my cost price. This is way too much."

"I'm out of business today."

He was so anxious he was almost in tears; that half-pig was worth at least two hundred yuan.

"A lot?" Tiger's smile vanished instantly, his eyes turning icy. He took a step forward, looking down at Fatty Liu, his voice laced with threat, "Fatty Liu, is taking half a pig from you a lot?"

"Think it through carefully. Compared to your stall, or whether you can even continue to make a living in Daliang Town, which is more important, huh?"

The last "hmm" was drawn out, carrying a chilling undertone.

Fatty Liu shuddered. Looking at Tiger's murderous eyes, then at Wolf, who stood with his arms crossed and a cold expression, and the menacing underlings around him, each carrying a weapon, his last shred of courage vanished.

He knew that if he didn't get that half-pig today, this matter would definitely not be over.

If the stall is gone, and people are even driven out of Daliang Town, the loss is much greater than half a pig.

"No...not many..."

His heart was breaking, but he finally nodded resignedly, his voice barely audible: "Brother Tiger, you can have it."

"That's more like it." Tiger's expression softened slightly, and he gestured to one of his underlings behind him, "Go, carry that half-pig up."

The young man responded, quickly stepped forward to unhook the hook, and steadily hoisted the heavy half-slice of pork, still dripping with fresh blood, onto his shoulder.

"Fatty Liu, this is a lesson for you to remember."

Before leaving, Wolf walked up to Fatty Liu, whose face was ashen, and slapped his bald head hard, making a "smack, smack" sound. His tone was warning: "From now on, use your brain and open your eyes wider when you do things!"

"Don't fucking offend just anyone, or try to steal any money you want."

"If there's a next time, I'll twist your pig head off and use it as a football! You hear me?"

"I...I heard you, thank you, Brother Wolf...thank you, Brother Tiger..." Fatty Liu replied weakly, his eyes vacant, as if his soul had been ripped away.

The crowd watching the spectacle saw that the once arrogant and domineering Fatty Liu was now lying there like a dead dog, with half a piece of pork being carried away. Yet, no one sympathized with him; instead, they all felt a sense of satisfaction.

"Serves him right! Let him bully the old lady!"

Many people were pointing and whispering among themselves.

"This is what they call, 'Evil people will be punished by other evil people'."

"Let's see if he dares to be so arrogant again."

……

Tiger and Wolf, along with their henchmen, carried the conspicuous half-portion of pork and swaggered away from Fatty Liu's meat stall, heading out of the market.

The crowd of onlookers automatically parted to make way for them as they left.

To everyone's astonishment, Tiger and Wolf, with their men, didn't go anywhere else, but went straight to the entrance of a noodle shop next to the vegetable market.

Inside the noodle shop, Yang Shuisheng was slowly eating the last few bites of noodles, while Uncle Shuanzhu also managed to eat some.

Zhao Erniu and his friends excitedly ran back, describing to Yang Shuisheng the spectacular scene at the market where Tiger and Wolf Brothers displayed their prowess, and how Fatty Liu lost both pork and his army. Their faces were full of excitement and admiration.

Just then, the entrance to the noodle shop went dark.

Tiger, Wolf, and their henchmen carrying half a pig appeared at the door.

"Brother Yang!" Tiger and Wolf called out respectfully at the same time, their faces showing fawning smiles after completing their mission.

The voice calling "Brother Yang" wasn't loud, but it was like a thunderclap, exploding in the small noodle shop and among the crowd of onlookers.

All eyes instantly focused on Yang Shuisheng, who was wiping his mouth.

Tiger gave his underling a wink, and the underling quickly stepped forward and gently placed the half-eaten, blood-stained, heavy, white pork from his shoulder onto the open ground beside Yang Shuisheng's feet with a thud.

"Brother Yang, the matter is settled."

Then Wolf stepped forward, took out four bills from his pocket—two hundred-yuan bills and two fifty-yuan bills—the three hundred yuan that Fatty Liu had given him. He held them with both hands and respectfully handed them to Yang Shuisheng: "This is your one hundred yuan, I'm returning it in full."

"This two hundred is a tribute from that blind fool; please accept it."

The onlookers were dumbfounded.

"Oh My God!"

Tiger and Wolf, two notorious ruthless characters in Daliang Town, are actually so respectful to this young man?

Not only did he get back the 100 yuan he was extorted from, but he also received an extra 200 yuan as a token of his respect.

Even that conspicuous half-portion of pork was carried over as a gift for him.

Who exactly is this young man?

Zhao Erniu and his companions in the noodle shop were so excited that they trembled all over, and their eyes were filled with awe and admiration as they looked at Yang Shuisheng.

Awesome!

That's fucking awesome!

This is a true master!

Yang Shuisheng looked at the three hundred yuan and the half-pig on the ground, his face showing no particular expression.

"I paid for this hundred, I'm taking it back."

He reached out, took back only his two fifty-yuan notes and put them in his pocket, waving at the two hundred-yuan note: "You guys can divide the two hundred yourselves, consider it a reward for your hard work. As for the meat..."