The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

However, no one thought much of it and simply assumed that Yang Shuisheng had become a cadre and Zhao Erniu had given in.

Many people also think that Zhao Erniu is pragmatic.

Yang Shuisheng nodded to Zhao Erniu and took a sip of wine in response.

The banquet proceeded in a lively atmosphere.

The villagers ate meat heartily, drank wine from large bowls, and their laughter, the sounds of drinking games, and the children's playful shouts mingled together, creating a festive atmosphere full of rustic charm.

Yang Shuisheng also went from table to table to offer a toast and said some polite words, which was considered his formal introduction to the villagers.

The meal lasted from dusk until the moon rose, only gradually coming to an end.

The dishes on the table were completely devoured, and the wine was almost gone.

"Dear fellow villagers, thank you all for coming today."

Seeing that everyone had almost finished eating, Yang Shuisheng said loudly, "I still have some tofu here, which I bought in town today. It's fresh."

"If you don't mind, each family can take a few pieces home to try. It's just a small token of my appreciation."

As he spoke, he instructed the helpers to bring out the remaining boards of tofu and distribute them to each household.

Although tofu isn't worth much money, who doesn't like free things?

The villagers thanked him profusely, happily accepted the tofu, and had an even better impression of Yang Shuisheng.

Everyone thought the new cadre was generous, not stingy, and cared about the villagers.

He's much better than Zhao Youcai, the village chief who's notoriously stingy.

"Shuisheng, well done."

Zhao Youcai, his face flushed from drinking, walked over and patted Yang Shuisheng on the shoulder: "But remember to come to the village office early tomorrow morning. We'll have a morning meeting to finalize some things."

"Okay, Uncle Zhao, I've got it." Yang Shuisheng nodded.

After the banquet ended, the villagers helped clear away the tables, chairs, and dishes before dispersing.

Xu Xiuxia also cleaned the borrowed pots and pans and put away her own knives.

While everyone was still cleaning up, Yang Shuisheng took a large bowl, filled it with a little of each dish, and then filled a bowl with rice before quietly slipping back home.

"I've put your food on the table, eat it while it's hot." He unlocked the door, slipped inside, and placed the food on the table. "I'm going out to see someone off, I'll be right back."

"Yes, thank you," Lin Wan's voice came from inside.

She had become completely accustomed to this life of hiding.

Yang Shuisheng didn't say anything more, locked the door again, and quickly returned to the threshing ground.

The threshing ground was almost completely cleared up by now, with only Xu Xiuxia and two or three women helping out.

Xu Xiuxia also picked up her tool bag.

"Sister Xia, you've worked so hard today," Yang Shuisheng said as he walked over. "It's so late, let me take you home."

Xu Xiuxia looked at the completely dark sky, then at the dark dirt road leading to the town, and felt a little scared.

"Then... I'll leave it to you, Shuisheng."

She hesitated for a moment but did not refuse. She nodded, her face slightly flushed.

"No trouble at all, it's nothing," Yang Shuisheng said, naturally taking the cloth bag containing the knives from her hand. "Let's go, I'll take you back to town."

……

The two walked to the road at the entrance of the village; it was already completely dark.

The dirt road leading to the town stretched silently into the distance in the night.

After waiting for quite a while, not a minibus or even a tractor was seen.

There are no more cars at this time.

"Looks like there are no more cars." Yang Shuisheng frowned.

Xu Xiuxia looked at the dark road and felt a little scared. She whispered, "How about I walk back? It's only a little over two hours."

"That won't do, it's too far and not safe." Yang Shuisheng shook his head, his eyes scanning the village, when he suddenly noticed that Zhao Hu's house still had its lights on.

He remembered that Zhao Hu seemed to have a nearly new 28-inch bicycle, which he treated like a treasure.

"Let's go borrow a car." Yang Shuisheng said to Xu Xiuxia, then led her quickly to the gate of Zhao Hu's house and called out twice.

Zhao Hu slipped out in his shoes and, upon seeing Yang Shuisheng, a flicker of surprise and barely perceptible fear crossed his face: "Yang Shuisheng, is something wrong?"

"Can I borrow your bicycle for a bit? I need to take someone to town. I'll return it to you tomorrow," Yang Shuisheng said bluntly. "I won't lend it to you for free; I'll pay you back."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Hu instinctively wanted to refuse.

First of all, he is different from other people in the village. He makes money quickly and doesn't care about ten or eight yuan.

But he swallowed the words back down his throat.

His eyes darted around, glancing at Yang Shuisheng, then at Xu Xiuxia, who stood slender in the moonlight not far away. Something seemed to be on his mind, and a strange, yet somewhat ingratiating, smile suddenly appeared on his face.

"Hey! Shuisheng, what are you saying? If you're just borrowing the car, why bring up money?"

"Go ahead and ride it. You can return it tomorrow or the day after. No rush."

"The car is right here in the yard, I'll push it out for you."

As he spoke, he turned around and deftly pushed the gleaming old bicycle out of the yard, even wiping the back seat with his sleeve before pushing it in front of Yang Shuisheng.

Seeing the drastic change in his attitude, Yang Shuisheng felt a little strange but didn't ask any further questions. He took the cart, politely thanked him, and pushed it back to Xu Xiuxia's side.

"Get on, I'll ride slowly." Yang Shuisheng straddled the bicycle, supporting himself on one foot.

Xu Xiuxia looked at the high back seat, her face slightly flushed, but she still turned sideways and sat down.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally gently wrapped his arms around Yang Shuisheng's waist.

This position meant she was almost pressed against Yang Shuisheng's back, and she could clearly feel the firm muscle lines and warmth of his back.

Yang Shuisheng stiffened slightly, but said nothing. He pushed off with his foot, and the bicycle wobbled onto the road.

As Zhao Hu watched the two figures leave, a slight smile appeared on his lips, and a sinister glint flashed in his eyes. He then turned and left home as well.

……

The dirt road was full of potholes, and the bicycle bounced violently.

Xu Xiuxia could only hold tightly to Yang Shuisheng's waist, her body bumping against his back from time to time with the swaying. Her full, soft breasts were also inevitably pressed against him again and again, bringing waves of heart-pounding, bouncy touch.

The night breeze was cool, but the area where the two were pressed together grew increasingly hot.

Xu Xiuxia pressed her cheek against Yang Shuisheng's back, smelling his clean scent and faint smell of sweat. Her heart pounded, and her arms unconsciously tightened around him.

Yang Shuisheng also felt two amazing soft mounds rubbing against his back, and the arms around his waist tightened. He could also smell the unique fragrance of a mature woman wafting from Xu Xiuxia behind him.

He took a deep breath, calmed himself, and focused on riding, but some of his body's reactions were out of control.

We traveled in silence, the only sounds being the creaking of the bicycle chain and the wheels rolling over pebbles and clods of earth.

About an hour later, the two finally returned to Daliang Town and arrived at Xu Xiuxia's rented place, a bungalow with a small courtyard facing the street.

"We're here, this is it."

Xu Xiuxia got out of the back seat, her legs were a little weak, and her face was flushed.

"Shuisheng, come in and have a seat."

She took out her key, opened the gate, and turned to Yang Shuisheng, saying, "Have some water and rest for a bit. You must be thirsty after riding so far."

Yang Shuisheng glanced at the sky and wanted to refuse, since it was indeed a bit late. However, since she had invited him and it was his first time visiting Xu Xiuxia's house, it wouldn't be appropriate for him to refuse directly.

He simply pushed the bicycle into the yard, propped it up, and nodded, "Okay, then I'll take care of you."

He followed Xu Xiuxia into the house.

The room was clean and tidy, but simply furnished with a table, a few chairs, and a cabinet. The inner room was the bedroom, separated by a curtain.

A kerosene lamp was lit in the room, casting a dim, yellowish light.

Yang Shuisheng glanced around and, finding the room quiet with only the two of them inside, casually asked, "Sister Xia, do you live alone? Where's the child?"

As Xu Xiuxia picked up the thermos to pour water for Yang Shuisheng, she explained, "Oh, I have a daughter, she's eight years old."

"She usually sleeps with me, but she came home late today. I was worried she'd be scared being home alone, so I told her to go to Sister Wang's house, who runs a grocery store at the street corner, and spend the night with her daughter."

So tonight, it's just me.

She said this in a natural tone, but the words "I'm all alone" seemed to carry a different meaning in the context of a man and a woman alone in a room.

Yang Shuisheng simply said "oh" without replying.

His gaze inadvertently swept across a corner of the table, where a small bamboo basket sat, containing several kinds of vegetables: eggplant, carrots...

At the very top lay a clean cucumber, of moderate thickness and considerable length.

"Sister Xia, there's no need to pour water."

Having ridden such a long way, he was indeed a bit thirsty. Seeing the fresh cucumber, he casually said, "I'll just eat a cucumber to quench my thirst. Cucumbers are refreshing in this weather."

As he spoke, he reached out to take the cucumber.

"No! Don't take it!" Xu Xiuxia exclaimed, almost spilling the water in her hands.

She rushed forward, getting ahead of Yang Shuisheng, grabbed the cucumber in her hand, and hugged it tightly to her chest. Her face instantly turned bright red, her eyes filled with panic, and she stammered, "This...this cucumber is inedible."

"No...it's not fresh anymore, and it hasn't been washed, yes! It hasn't been washed, it's very dirty."