The carefree life of Yang Shuisheng, the village miracle doctor

"If word gets out, how am I supposed to face people on the streets?"

"Wouldn't I be drowned in the spittle of my neighbors?"

"Twenty yuan? You can keep it to buy your spendthrift wife a coffin."

Her words were venomous and harsh, clearly showing that she was thoroughly enraged by Zhang Fugui's terrible idea and the mere twenty yuan.

In her opinion, her reputation was far more valuable than those twenty yuan.

Zhang Fugui was scolded until his face turned red, feeling both anxious and afraid.

He glanced at the courtyard. Yang Shuisheng's expression seemed unchanged, but the invisible pressure was growing heavier.

"Fifty! Aunt Chen, fifty! Can I give you fifty?"

He gritted his teeth, decided to go all out, and held up five fingers: "In the end, this whole thing started because of Guihua and me, and it's dragged you into it. This fifty is just a small token of my appreciation. Please, just go and put in a good word for me, okay?"

He thought that adding more money would solve the problem.

Fifty yuan is definitely a considerable sum for an average family.

However, Aunt Chen was not moved at all; instead, she was so angry that she trembled all over, and the wrinkles on her face twisted with rage.

"Fifty? I wouldn't go even if it cost five hundred!"

She suddenly took a step forward, almost poking Zhang Fugui's nose, her voice shrill.

"Zhang Fugui, let me tell you, you think you can make me, Chen Shufen, bow down and apologize to Xu Xiuxia? No way!"

"I must have been blind to help you two ungrateful wretches, you cowards!"

"Get out! Get out of here! Take your cousin who popped up out of nowhere with you and get out of here too. Don't ever set foot in my house again. Just seeing you two makes me angry."

She cursed as she pushed Zhang Fugui forcefully towards the door.

The force was so great that Zhang Fugui, who was caught off guard, staggered several steps and almost fell on the threshold.

"And you! What are you looking at?"

After pushing Zhang Fugui away, Aunt Chen was still not satisfied. She then yelled at Yang Shuisheng, who had been silent in the yard, "What are you pretending to be? Cousin, my foot! You're obviously no good."

"Are you in cahoots with Zhang Fugui?"

"Get out! All of you, get out! Don't dirty my land."

She stood at the entrance of the main room, hands on her hips, her chest heaving with excitement, her face full of anger, displaying a fierce and unyielding attitude that refused to bow her head or compromise.

Clearly, money simply cannot sway this person who values ​​face.

"She's an old woman who sees things more than the sky."

Zhang Fugui was pushed and scolded by Aunt Chen, and almost stumbled and fell out of the door.

"Aunt Chen! Aunt Chen! Please don't scold me, listen to me."

He steadied himself, turned around and saw Yang Shuisheng's calm yet somewhat frightening gaze. His heart skipped a beat, and he ignored Aunt Chen's curses and shoving. He quickly turned back to Aunt Chen, lowered his voice, and said rapidly, "He's not actually my cousin. He's the one in the rumors, Xu Xiuxia's gigolo."

Aunt Chen was about to bend down to pick up the broom from the ground and shoo the person away when she heard Zhang Fugui's words. She suddenly stopped, looked up, and looked Yang Shuisheng up and down again with surprise in her eyes.

I didn't look closely just now, but I noticed that the young man looked energetic and was dressed neatly.

Looking at him now, he does indeed have a different temperament from the farmers in town, and his eyes are even a little too calm.

She straightened up, dusted off her hands, looked at Zhang Fugui's cowardly appearance that was about to cry, and then at Yang Shuisheng, who stood motionless in the courtyard. The anger in her heart, which had been clouded by betrayal, cooled down a little.

She had known Zhang Fugui for so many years and knew that although he had some petty bourgeois vanity and scheming, he was essentially a coward who bullied the weak and feared the strong. Anyone who could scare him like this must be extraordinary.

"Is he... really that Yang Shuisheng?" Aunt Chen asked Zhang Fugui in a low voice. "Even if he is, what are you afraid of? Is he going to eat you? Look at you, so pathetic!"

"Aunt Chen! You don't know."

Zhang Fugui stamped his feet anxiously, lowering his voice even further: "He knows Brother Hu, the Brother Hu who runs the barbershop in town."

"I was caught by Tiger at his shop. Look at these two cuts on my face, he did that with a razor."

"He also has several of Tiger's underlings who all take orders from him."

"If this isn't handled properly, not only will you be in trouble, but Guihua and I won't escape either, Aunt Chen."

When Aunt Chen heard the name "Brother Tiger," her eyes flickered, and a crack appeared in her otherwise fierce and fearless expression.

Tiger's name is known to everyone who has been in Daliang Town for so many years.

He's a real ruthless character, with a bunch of idle thugs under his command, and even the local police station has to give him some respect.

Who would dare to mess with an ordinary person?

How can you be so sure?

But she still harbored some doubts, or rather, she was unwilling to just give in like that.

She frowned, looking at Zhang Fugui suspiciously: "Maybe he's just trying to scare you?"

"What exactly is his relationship with Tiger? Did you see it with your own eyes?"

Zhang Fugui pointed to the two scabbed but still very obvious bloodstains on his face and said with a bitter face, "Aunt Chen, look at these wounds. They were in Tiger's barbershop. He cut me with a razor in front of Tiger's henchmen."

"Those henchmen were all like grandsons, not daring to utter a sound."

"If he had nothing to do with Tiger, would Tiger's men listen to him so much?"

"I don't know the specifics of their relationship, but they're definitely related."

Aunt Chen looked at the fresh wound on Zhang Fugui's face and fell silent.

She knew that although Zhang Fugui was a coward, he wouldn't go so far as to cut his own face just to scare her.

It seems this young man does indeed have a connection with Brother Tiger.

She started to feel a little uneasy.

Tiger and his gang are not the kind of people who are reasonable.

If you really anger them, it's possible that someone will smash your window in the middle of the night, or that you'll be beaten up with a sack over your head when you go out.

But asking a woman in her fifties to publicly apologize to a young widow and admit to spreading rumors is something she simply can't bring herself to do.

She has lived in this town for most of her life, and what she values ​​most is this old face.

If I really apologize, how will I ever be able to hold my head up in front of my neighbors again?

"Hmph! Even if he's connected to Brother Tiger, so what?"

She gritted her teeth, her lingering hope and stubbornness prevailing again. Tilting her head, she said to Zhang Fugui, and also to Yang Shuisheng in the courtyard, "I, Chen Guihua, have done nothing wrong and have nothing to fear."

"I didn't steal or rob anything; I just said a few idle words, what's the big deal?"

"You think you can just throw me in jail?"

"I'm already so old, practically half-buried, what am I afraid of?"

"If he dares to lay a finger on me, I'll lie on the ground and refuse to get up, I'll blackmail him until he dies, and see what he can do to me then!"

She spoke with conviction, but her voice involuntarily lowered, and her eyes darted around, clearly indicating that she wasn't as confident as she said.

She was trying to bolster her own morale, and also taking a gamble, betting that Yang Shuisheng wouldn't dare to really do anything to an old woman like her.