The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

He glanced at the half-pig on the ground and said to Tiger, "I'll take the meat. It'll be useful for our dinner party tonight. Thank you for making this trip."

Tiger and Wolf were delighted to see that Yang Shuisheng had only taken back one hundred yuan and had even given them the extra two hundred. They felt that Yang Shuisheng was generous and hadn't treated them as mere tools.

The two quickly replied, "No trouble at all, Brother Yang, you're too kind."

"However, we cannot accept these two hundred; they are a token of our respect to you."

"Take it if you want." Yang Shuisheng was too lazy to argue with them. He turned around and yelled at the noodle shop owner, "Boss, give each of them a bowl of noodles and put it on my tab."

"It's the middle of the day, and I must be hungry after making this trip. I'll grab something to eat."

The noodle shop owner, who had been staring in disbelief, snapped out of his daze upon hearing this and quickly replied, "Yes, yes, it'll be ready soon."

Tiger and Wolf were overwhelmed with gratitude.

Yang Shuisheng not only shares his extra income with them, but now he also provides them with meals. He's really giving them a lot of face.

Although it's just a bowl of noodles, they consider it more precious than delicacies.

The two men quickly led their underlings to another table in the noodle shop, repeatedly expressing their gratitude: "Thank you, Brother Yang! Thank you, Brother Yang!"

Then, Yang Shuisheng looked at Uncle Shuanzhu, who was still standing there in a daze, and said to Brother Hu and Brother Lang, "This is Uncle Shuanzhu, an elder from my village. If he comes to town again to sell some of the vegetables he grows..."

Before he could finish speaking, Tiger and Wolf, both shrewd individuals, immediately understood that he meant they needed to look after this old man from now on.

"Don't worry, Brother Yang! You're Uncle Shuanzhu, right?"

Wolf Brother reacted the fastest, immediately patting his chest and guaranteeing, "From now on, he'll be like an elder in our family. I'll go back and talk to the market management to arrange a fixed spot for Uncle Shuanzhu next to the vegetable market, so he can set up his stall and sell vegetables openly and honestly, and I guarantee no one will dare to cause any trouble."

Tiger quickly chimed in, "That's right! Leave it to us, we'll make sure Uncle Shuanzhu gets everything arranged perfectly."

Uncle Shuanzhu was dumbfounded. He was an old man who grew vegetables in the countryside. He never thought he would have a fixed stall in the town.

His lips trembled with excitement. He looked at Yang Shuisheng, then at Tiger and Wolf, and couldn't speak. Tears of gratitude welled up in his old eyes again.

"Okay, then I'll leave it to you."

Yang Shuisheng nodded, fairly satisfied with Tiger and Wolf's arrangements: "The noodles are here, eat them while they're hot."

After saying that, he called to Zhao Erniu and the others who were still staring in disbelief: "What are you all standing there for? Go find a tractor and help us load the vegetables and this half-pig onto the truck. We're going back to the village soon, and we'll need it for tonight."

"Hey! Alright! Brother Yang." Zhao Erniu and the others snapped out of their daze, their voices becoming louder and more energetic, their faces beaming with pride and excitement.

This time they were truly convinced, completely convinced!

Following a boss like that means you'll not only get to eat meat, but also gain prestige.

Following Yang Shuisheng's instructions, Zhao Erniu and his companions quickly ran to the outside of the vegetable market and found a tractor driver who specialized in short-distance transportation and hauling goods in the town.

After some haggling, they agreed on a price and drove the tractor to the entrance of the noodle shop.

"Brother Yang, the car's been found." Zhao Erniu, not caring that he was older than Yang Shuisheng, called out as if to take credit.

Yang Shuisheng nodded, indicating that they should load the purchased items into the car.

Besides the conspicuous half-portion of pork, there were also chicken, fish, various vegetables and seasonings that had been bought earlier. There were quite a few odds and ends, but Zhao Erniu and his men were full of energy. In addition, Tiger's underlings, who had eaten noodles and were eager to show off, also came to help. They quickly filled the back of the tractor with about half of the cargo bed.

Yang Shuisheng looked at the shopping list and realized that he was still missing a few vegetables and bean products.

He said to the honest tractor driver, "Sir, please wait a little longer. We're still short of some vegetables; we'll buy them and head back."

"Boss, make this chef a bowl of noodles too, with an egg, it's on me."

The noodle shop owner readily agreed.

"No need, no need, you're too kind, young man."

The tractor driver was somewhat flattered and waved his hand repeatedly, saying, "I've already eaten. You go buy the groceries, I'll wait here. There's no rush."

He had just seen it all. The famous Tiger and Wolf in town were both very respectful to this young man, even calling him Brother Yang. How could he, a mere tractor driver, dare to let such people treat him?

He felt proud to have gotten this job.

"It's nothing, a bowl of noodles is nothing."

"Eat while you wait, we'll be right back."

After Yang Shuisheng finished speaking, he led Zhao Erniu and the others back into the vegetable market.

When the group passed by Fatty Liu's pork stall again, they saw Fatty Liu sitting dejectedly behind the stall, which was now mostly empty, with less meat left.

He looked up and saw Yang Shuisheng and his group walking over. He was so frightened that he jumped up and down, his face turning pale instantly. He quickly lowered his head and pretended to be tidying up the pieces of meat on the cutting board. His hands were trembling, and he didn't dare to look at Yang Shuisheng. He wished he could shrink under the cutting board.

Yang Shuisheng didn't even glance at him and walked straight past him.

This kind of person bullies the weak and fears the strong; giving him a lesson is enough, and I can't be bothered with him anymore.

Zhao Erniu and his group stood tall and followed behind Yang Shuisheng. As they passed Liu Pangzi's stall, they deliberately snorted and gave him a sidelong glance. Their arrogant attitude made Liu Pangzi lower his head even further.

At the same time, it made the group realize how great it felt to have a powerful backer and feel confident.

The group quickly bought the remaining vegetables on the list and carried them in large and small bags.

"That's enough, let's go back."

Yang Shuisheng was about to call everyone to head back and meet up with the tractor driver when his gaze casually swept across a corner of the market and he was suddenly drawn to a stall, causing him to pause in his tracks.

It was a tofu stall, located rather far inside the market, and not very noticeable.

The stall was very simple, just a table made of old wooden planks, on which several boards of snow-white and tender tofu were neatly stacked, including firm tofu and soft tofu, along with a few pieces of dried tofu and bean curd sheets.

"Hey Yang, let's go! What are you looking at?"

Zhao Erniu, who had walked back a few steps, noticed that Yang Shuisheng was standing still and asked him a question, but Yang Shuisheng did not respond and was just staring intently at the tofu stall.

Behind the stall stood a woman who was wiping the counter with a rag.

But what attracted Yang Shuisheng was not the tofu, but the woman.

The woman looked to be in her late twenties. Her skin was pale and sickly, the kind that rarely saw the sun, but her features were extremely delicate and refined.

She had willow-leaf eyebrows, almond-shaped eyes, a small and pert nose, and pale, slightly pursed lips.

She was wearing a very clean blue floral shirt, and her hair was loosely tied in a bun at the back of her head, revealing her slender, fair neck.

Although her clothes were simple and even somewhat shabby, she exuded a gentle and refined air, which seemed out of place in the noisy and greasy market.

If one had to use a single word to describe her, "Tofu Beauty" would be an apt description.

At this moment, she was frowning slightly, looking at the few boards of tofu on the stall that had hardly been touched, her face full of worry and anxiety.

Yang Shuisheng understood at a glance.

In hot weather, tofu, being such a delicate product, will definitely spoil and turn sour if it doesn't sell today, and will have to be thrown away tomorrow.

For a small business like hers, every block of tofu represents cost and hard work.

The next second, because the neckline of her shirt was a bit too low, her bending over to wipe herself allowed Yang Shuisheng to vaguely see a small patch of her delicate collarbone, and below that, two snow-white, delicate curves collided with each other. Although it was only a fleeting glimpse, in this hot and stuffy market, it had a unique allure.

This gave Yang Shuisheng an idea.

What would be the effect if I practiced the "Joyful Union Qi Cultivation Technique" with her?