The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

"What? You want them all?"

"My God, six plates of tofu? Can he even finish that?"

"Where did this hothead come from? Has he got too much money to burn?"

"He's probably got a crush on the boss's wife, isn't he? Haha!"

As soon as Yang Shuisheng said this, not only the skinny rogue and the proprietress, but also the surrounding crowd of onlookers instantly erupted in discussion, their faces filled with shock and confusion.

Six plates of tofu!

A single slab costs at least 25 yuan, and there are a total of 150 pieces of tofu.

How long would it take to eat this?

Even a restaurant owner wouldn't need that much money in a day. What is this young man trying to do?

Even Zhao Erniu and the others who came with Yang Shuisheng were stunned.

"Brother Shuisheng, you're not kidding, are you?"

Zhao Erniu couldn't help but tug at Yang Shuisheng's sleeve, lowering his voice and urgently saying, "We want it all? That adds up to 150 pieces of tofu. Even if we treat the whole village to dinner tonight, we'll only use up 20 or 30 pieces at most. The rest will all go bad in this hot weather."

"Isn't that just a waste of money?"

Although they admired Yang Shuisheng, they felt that this matter was too outrageous.

Even if you have money, you can't spend it like this!

The proprietress also recovered from her initial shock. She looked at Yang Shuisheng, and although a glimmer of hope for a way out of her predicament welled up in her heart, she was mostly filled with doubt and unease.

She asked cautiously, "Excuse me... comrade, do you want so much dried tofu?"

"I have six trays here, each tray costs about 25 yuan. If you want them all, it will be 150 yuan. Can you eat that much?"

Her voice was soft and gentle, with a woman's unique sweetness, but it trembled slightly at this moment due to nervousness and doubt.

She looked at Yang Shuisheng, afraid that he was joking or had ulterior motives.

"What I buy it for is none of your business."

Yang Shuisheng glanced at the proprietress, his gaze sweeping over her clear yet worried eyes, and said casually, "All you need to know is that I can buy all your tofu so you can close up shop early today and avoid being harassed here."

His words were very direct, even a bit domineering, but when the proprietress heard them, her heart skipped a beat.

Close up shop early... so you don't get harassed by others...

Isn't this exactly what she desires most right now?

But the cost would be too high, and it's too unrealistic.

"you……"

The skinny man who had been left standing there finally snapped out of his anger at being interrupted.

"Hey kid! Don't you know any rules?"

He suddenly turned to Yang Shuisheng, his eyes flashing with resentment, and pointed at Yang Shuisheng, shouting, "I saw this tofu first! There's always a first-come, first-served rule when buying things, right? What kind of nonsense is this, cutting in front of me like this?"

"First come, first served?"

Yang Shuisheng then turned his gaze to him, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "The proprietress just clearly stated that she wouldn't sell to you. Are you deaf?"

"But since you say it's first come, first served, fine, I'm a very reasonable person."

He paused, looked at the gaunt man, and his eyes sharpened: "You pay right now, at the price the proprietress said, five cents a dollar, and buy all six boards of tofu. I'll leave immediately, without a second thought."

"But what if you can't afford it, or you're unwilling to buy it at this price..."

Yang Shuisheng took a step closer, his voice icy: "Then please shut your stinking mouth and get out of here."

"Stop hogging the toilet and making a fool of yourself here."

"you……"

The gaunt man was furious and embarrassed by Yang Shuisheng's words.

Five cents and a dollar? Buy them all?

Where would he get that money?

Even if he did, he wouldn't be a sucker; he was just trying to take advantage of the situation.

But looking at Yang Shuisheng's somewhat disdainful expression and the onlookers' stares, the skinny man felt he had lost face.

"Boss lady! Did you hear that?"

His eyes darted around, then he suddenly looked at the proprietress, a twisted smile creeping across his face. His tone was threatening and a final test: "This kid is clearly here to cause trouble. How could he possibly buy so much tofu? You've thought this through!"

"I'm asking you one last time, it's one cent per piece. If you agree, I'll buy another slab, making a total of four slabs of tofu."

"So, are you going to sell or not?"

"If you sell it to him, you can forget about ever having a peaceful life in this market again."

He's now revealing his true intentions and directly threatening us.

Moreover, they pushed the price back down to the humiliating one cent and even asked for an extra scoop, clearly afraid that Yang Shuisheng would actually buy the tofu.

"I'll pay fifty cents for one dollar, six boards, I'll take them all."

"..."

Quiet.

A deathly silence.

This corner of the market seemed to have been muted.

All the noisy discussions, even the shouts of vendors in the distance, seemed to disappear in that instant.

Everyone's expression froze, their mouths slightly agape, their eyes wide open, as if they had heard something unbelievable.

Five cents a dollar?

The proprietress was stunned, staring blankly at Yang Shuisheng, as if she didn't understand what he was saying.

She was still struggling with the humiliating price of one cent and the despair of the tofu being completely spoiled when this young man who suddenly appeared said he would buy it all at the price she had initially quoted.

The gaunt man was stunned, as if struck by lightning. He stood there frozen, his eyes bulging out of their sockets, the flesh on his face twitching, and his mouth opened and closed a few times but no sound came out.

Five cents? He'll pay five cents?

His mind was buzzing, with only one thought echoing wildly within him.

Is this person crazy?

In this situation, it looks like the tofu is about to be stuck in his hands. If he offered two cents, no, even three cents, the woman would probably be grateful and sell it to him. But he actually offered five cents.

What's in it for?

"You...you're fucking insane?"

The gaunt man finally spoke, pointing at Yang Shuisheng and asking in bewilderment, "Five cents a dollar, do you even know what's going on?"

"Her tofu is almost spoiled, and you're offering 50 cents? Are you out of your mind? Or are you fucking an idiot?"

Yang Shuisheng didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, merely glancing at the skinny man with an expression of utter disdain, his tone condescending and mocking: "Is fifty cents a dollar a lot?"

"If you can't afford it, don't buy it. Go cool off somewhere else and don't get in the way."

"I……"

The skinny man choked so badly he almost passed out, his face turning a deep liver color.

Can't afford it?

He really can't afford that price.

But what he couldn't accept even more was this blatant contempt.

The proprietress finally recovered from her disbelief. Looking at Yang Shuisheng's calm face and then at his equally bewildered companions behind him, who wanted to offer advice but dared not, she felt a sense of unreality wash over her.

"Comrade, you're not joking, are you?"

She spoke cautiously, her voice trembling slightly with excitement and doubt: "Five cents a piece, these six slabs of tofu, even at five cents a piece, would cost several tens of dollars. You...you really want to buy them all?"

"This is no small sum of money."

It's not that she doesn't believe it, it's that she dares not believe it.

She had never experienced anything like this in her life.

"I'm not kidding." Yang Shuisheng said confidently. He didn't even wait for the proprietress to do the math; he did the calculations in his head and immediately gave the price: "One slab of tofu is twenty-five pieces, six slabs are one hundred and fifty pieces, five mao per piece, that's seventy-five yuan in total, right?"

As he spoke, he casually reached into his hand and pulled out a brand-new 100-yuan bill, slapping it lightly onto the clean wooden board of the tofu stall.

"Here's one hundred. Please count it."

Yang Shuisheng spoke casually, as if he had spent not seventy-five yuan, but seventy-five cents.

That bright blue 100-yuan bill stood out conspicuously in the dimly lit corner of the vegetable market.

One hundred dollars!

This is definitely a huge sum of money.

Many people don't earn that much in a month.

And this young man just casually took out a bunch of tofu that he probably couldn't finish and that would spoil quickly.

Another collective gasp of astonishment filled the air.

Everyone was speechless, stunned by Yang Shuisheng's decisive and extravagant spending.

This guy not only dared to offer a high price, but he also pulled out a hundred-yuan bill. He's really not short of money!

Moreover, judging from his demeanor and mannerisms... he is definitely not an ordinary person.

Looking at the dazzlingly new hundred-yuan bill on the stall, and then at Yang Shuisheng's calm and composed face, the proprietress could no longer doubt it.

Her nose tingled, and she could no longer hold back her tears, which rolled down her cheeks like beads from a broken string.

But this time it wasn't resentment or despair, but rather surprise and an indescribable gratitude.

She quickly tried to wipe it with the back of her hand, but the more she wiped, the more it spread.

"Thank you... I'll wrap it up for you right away. The tofu is still fresh, so don't worry."

The proprietress was crying and laughing at the same time, frantically trying to find the basket for the tofu and a clean, damp cloth.

The gaunt man stood there like a log, his face turning from red to white, then from white to green. He looked at the hundred-yuan bill and felt a burning pain on his face, as if he had been slapped hard by countless invisible hands.

All his arrogant scheming just now turned into a complete joke in the face of Yang Shuisheng's one hundred yuan.