The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

Just as Yang Shuisheng was staring at the proprietress in a daze, Zhao Erniu and the others next to him followed his gaze.

Upon seeing the stall and the woman standing there, the group was taken aback, but their eyes then lit up.

"What's wrong, Brother Shuisheng? Do you want to buy tofu?" Zhao Erniu asked curiously, assuming that Yang Shuisheng had his eye on the tofu.

"Okay, I'll buy some." Yang Shuisheng looked away, nodded, and walked towards the tofu stall.

Zhao Erniu and his friends quickly followed, but their eyes couldn't help but dart over at the tofu vendor, muttering to themselves as they walked, "This tofu seller... she's really not bad looking."

"Yes, she's much prettier than the girls and older women in the village."

"You don't look too well; you look a bit worried."

Yang Shuisheng ignored their comments and walked straight to the tofu stall.

The proprietress seemed oblivious to their arrival, still tidying up the corners of her stall. Her profile was beautiful, but the worry between her brows was even more pronounced.

However, just as Yang Shuisheng was about to ask about the price, a skinny man wearing an open shirt, revealing a patch of black hair on his chest, swaggered ahead of them and walked to the tofu stall.

The man was about forty years old, with a weasel-like face and his eyes were scanning the proprietress with ill intent.

"Boss lady, how much is the tofu?" the skinny man asked, his voice sleazy.

When the proprietress heard someone ask, she immediately looked up and greeted them warmly, "Tofu, on sale!"

"It's hot today, so if you want it, it'll be five cents a dollar. Usually it's six cents."

This price is indeed cheaper than usual.

The proprietress clearly wanted to get rid of some of them as soon as possible.

"50 cents?"

The skinny man curled his lip, picked up the edge of a piece of tender tofu on the stall with two fingers, looked at it pretentiously, then put it down with disdain, saying critically, "This tofu doesn't look very fresh, it's all watery."

"Five cents is too expensive, three cents is a dollar, I'll buy some."

The proprietress's face stiffened, and her smile faltered.

Three cents a dollar, that's too low a price.

But looking at the several slabs of tofu on the stall, and then at the scorching sun, she bit her lip and hesitated for a moment: "Brother, three mao is really too low. Mine are all made from good beans, freshly made today. How about four mao and five jiao, would you like to buy more?"

"Fourty-five cents won't do." The skinny man shook his head vigorously, but his eyes were fixed on the proprietress's slightly flushed cheeks and heaving chest, his gaze becoming even more lewd. "Three cents! Take it or leave it, if you don't want to sell, forget it."

The proprietress's face turned pale, her fingers gripping the rag tightly as she quickly made a mental calculation.

Three cents or a dollar, it's not much money, but it's better than losing it all.

She was about to grit her teeth and agree, thinking that she could sell as much as she could.

"How about... two cents?"

But seeing her hesitation, the skinny man became even more audacious, holding up two fingers and waving them, saying with a grin, "Two cents and one yuan, I want it now."

"you……"

The proprietress was so angry that she trembled all over, and her eyes instantly turned red.

This isn't just haggling, it's outright robbery!

People at other stalls and passersby couldn't stand it anymore and pointed at the skinny man. Zhao Erniu and his group behind Yang Shuisheng were also furious. This son of a bitch was bullying them too much.

Looking at the other party's shameless face, and then at the tofu she had worked so hard to make, the proprietress lost all interest in selling it at a loss, leaving only anger and humiliation.

She suddenly raised her head, her eyes still red, but her tone became firmer: "I'm not selling it anymore, you can leave."

"Not for sale?"

The gaunt man was taken aback when he saw that this seemingly delicate woman dared to refuse him. His expression darkened, and a threatening glint flashed in his eyes.

"Boss lady, have you thought this through?"

He leaned forward, lowered his voice, and said in a threatening tone, "If you don't sell this tofu to me today, who else can you sell it to?"

"In this sweltering heat, it'll spoil by tonight."

"You won't get a single penny then, and you'll even have to pay out of your own pocket."

He paused, noticing the proprietress's unpleasant expression, and triumphantly held up two fingers, waving them in front of her: "Okay, if you agree to my previous price of two cents a dollar, I'll take two boards."

"How about it? Two slabs of tofu aren't cheap, it's better than you losing everything, right?"

Two slabs of tofu, at the normal price of 60 cents a piece, would cost about 25 yuan per slab, but they can sell for 15 yuan.

Two boards cost thirty yuan, but a piece of tofu costs two mao (0.2 yuan), so two boards only cost ten yuan, which isn't even enough to cover the cost of the beans.

Moreover, this person was too demanding and his words were very unpleasant to hear. The proprietress would rather lose all her money than put up with this attitude, and she certainly didn't want to sell tofu to someone like that.

"I said I'm not selling, please leave."

She bit her lip tightly and shook her head vigorously.

"Oh ho! You're asking for it, aren't you?" The skinny man was completely enraged. He stopped lowering his voice, pointed at the several boards of tofu on the stall, and loudly mocked, "Fine! If you don't sell, let's see who you can sell this tofu to today."

"Let me tell you, besides me, no one in this market will want your spoiled tofu. You'll be left crying when you've got nothing left."

He became more and more smug as he spoke, as if he could already see the proprietress losing everything and weeping bitterly.

"I'll give you one last chance."

He even held up three fingers in front of the proprietress and said in a condescending tone, "One cent a piece, I want half, three scoops."

"Are you selling or not? If you don't sell, you really won't get a single penny."

The proprietress was trembling with anger, her chest heaving violently, stretching her floral blouse taut.

Looking at the several boards of white, tender, and moist tofu on the stall, and then at the shameless rogue taking advantage of her misfortune, she felt as if she were being fried in oil.

Sell?

One cent for one yuan, that's an absolute disgrace!

Not for sale?

With so much tofu, and in this hot weather, it'll all be ruined by tonight.

How much tofu would she have to sell to earn that back?

"Boss lady, I'll take all the tofu you have."

Just as she was struggling in despair, not knowing what to do, a young male voice with a slightly magnetic quality suddenly rang out from beside her.

The proprietress suddenly looked up and followed the sound.

A tall, handsome young man was standing next to the stall.

He was dressed in a simple shirt and trousers, looking neat and tidy, with a calm gaze as he looked at her... or rather, at the tofu on her stall.

Several equally young men from the countryside followed behind him.

The skinny rogue who had been so arrogant just moments before was also stunned by this sudden hijacking. His eyes widened as he looked at Yang Shuisheng in disbelief.

"What did you say? You want them all?"

The proprietress stared at Yang Shuisheng for a moment, forgetting to react. She just stared at him blankly, her mind a complete blank.

The anger and resentment I felt just moments ago seemed to have been paused.

The surrounding crowd fell silent instantly, and everyone stared in surprise at Yang Shuisheng.