The villagers in Qingshan Village were all busy. Car after car of watermelon seeds were unloaded from the car. Zhao Xiaoba was responsible for keeping an eye on them and began to plant them in various greenhouses.
Yang Chen had a cigarette in his mouth and a glass water cup bought at a two-yuan supermarket in his hand. He stood in front of a large truck, drinking tea one mouthful at a time, and spitting the tea leaves from his mouth into the cup from time to time.
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"Miracle Doctor Yang, you are also a miracle doctor after all. With your physical fitness... you can take care of yourself. You are not even thirty years old and you are already soaking wolfberry in a thermos cup."
"The donkeys in the production team don't dare to be so overdrafted."
After explaining the matter, Zhao An'an had a leather handbag under his arm. He walked over with a big belly, took out a box of soft Chinese from the bag, took out one and handed it to Yang Chen, jokingly.
"You think I look like you..."
"This is self-cultivation."
"It's you, look at how weak you are, your body is full of moisture. Go to Jishengtang another day and ask Sun Yahan to prescribe some Chinese medicine for you to nurse yourself back to health."
"Doing push-ups on the bed will probably make you sweat in less than a minute."
Yang Chen glanced at Zhao An'an, who was sweating profusely, and said calmly.
"Ahem..."
"As expected of a miracle doctor, you have seen all this."
"After the watermelon seeds are planted in the next few days, I will go to Jishengtang to see Dr. Sun."
Zhao Ping'an scratched his head in embarrassment and chuckled.
"Why are you here in person today? Didn't you say yesterday that you were busy today and asked me to keep an eye on the car that delivered the seeds?"
Yang Chen screwed on the glass, squatted on the ground, lit the Chinese cigarette, and took a puff, but his eyes kept wandering around the several watermelon greenhouses in front of him, watching everyone skillfully bend down to light the seeds.
"Isn't this something someone asked me to ask you?"
"I'll take the lead first. If you agree, he will be here right away, right at the entrance of the village."
Zhao Ping'an rubbed his hands and said.
"No wonder."
"The nutritional supplements and other things that were just delivered to your home were also asked by your friends to bring them, right?"
When Yang Chen heard this, he was not surprised at all, he just said lightly.
Zhao An'an usually comes to the village empty-handed. He brings at most a box of cigarettes for himself. When does he think of bringing gifts?
After coming to the village this morning, Zhao Ping'an was quite unusual. Not only did he bring cigarettes and alcohol, but he also brought some imported bird's nests to Li Xiaoran that can beautify and replenish energy.
Yang Chen didn't need to think about it to know that Zhao An'an wanted to ask him for something.
"Doctor Yang, I think if you don't practice Chinese medicine anymore, it's okay to set up a fortune-telling stall in the county square."
Zhao Ping An gave a thumbs up, bared his teeth and smiled.
"Okay, stop flattering me, we're so familiar with each other, who's looking for me?"
"It can't be Fu Yiyou, right?"
Yang Chen turned to look at Zhao An'an and said.
"Honestly, have you installed surveillance cameras at the entrance of the village?"
Zhao An'an raised his eyes and secretly clicked his tongue in admiration: "Even Fu Yiyou, this old boy hesitated and didn't say anything. Anyway, he said that I would ask you first if I could meet you. If I have anything to ask you,
, by the way, thank you for helping him cure his gout."
"It's time for dinner, my wife will probably be ready to cook soon."
"I called Fu Yiyou to come to my house and asked him to wait outside the village. He even thought I was a local emperor. My honest and responsible image will be ruined."
"Walk!"
Yang Chen finished smoking, stood up, patted the dirt on his butt, pointed to the yard not far away where smoke was already billowing, and said.
Zhao Ping'an let out a hey, followed Yang Chen, and dialed the phone: "Old Fu, come in quickly, Doctor Yang wants to treat you to dinner."
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When Yang Chen and Zhao An'an arrived at the door of their home, they saw a black Mercedes-Benz 350 parked at the door. Next to the car stood a man wearing white nine-point pants, a floral shirt, and a pair of beanie shoes.
"This guy... he's dressed quite fancyly."
Seeing that the man at the door was Fu Yiyou, whom he hadn't seen for a long time, Yang Chen touched his nose and muttered.
"Actually, he is more erotic than me."
Zhao Anping echoed.
"I think it's just half a pound."
Yang Chen glanced at Zhao An'an behind him and said: "You expose your flowery underwear when you go out. You are the only big boss in Ning County."
"Ah this!"
Zhao An'an looked down and found that his trousers had been unzipped at some point, revealing the joyful flowery underpants chosen by his wife. He quickly pulled them up in embarrassment, almost pinching his penis.
At this moment, Fu Yiyou in the distance had already seen Yang Chen.
He quickly threw away the cigarette in his mouth and stepped forward quickly, with a smile on his face, and stretched out his hand: "Miracle Doctor Yang, long time no see, how are you doing lately?"
"If you Zhongyi Tang doesn't come to the village to cause trouble, we will have peace."
Yang Chen calmly shook hands with Fu Yiyou, took the cigarette from Fu Yiyou, and pointed to the yard: "Let's go, it's dinner time, let's talk about it after dinner."
"Thank you, Doctor Yang."
As a boss in a gray area, Fu Yiyou was respectful to Yang Chen.
The three of them entered the yard and after a brief introduction, the family members were quite enthusiastic, especially Jin Mei. She thought Fu Yiyou was my uncle's partner and prepared a few more dishes.
It’s already one o’clock in the afternoon when we’ve had enough wine and food.
Yang Chen kept eating, his brain was a little lack of oxygen, one yawned and the other yawned, with a cigarette in his mouth. He looked at the three of them left in the upper room and said: "Old Fu, what do you want from me? I see your body
It's pretty good, much better than Lao Zhao, so you won't come to see me for men's medicine."
"Doctor Yang, you really know how to joke. In terms of endurance in Ning County, I am definitely ranked among the top three."
Fu Yiyou patted his chest and said confidently.
"Are you all comparing this?"
"So evil!"
Yang Chen grinned and grinned with his teeth bared.
"Ahem... Let's just say, I'm not that perverted." Fu Yiyou scratched his head in embarrassment, still looking a little bit like a boss, and then changed the subject: "Actually, I came to see Doctor Yang today for Wufang.
The anointing thing.”
"What do you need Wufang Paste for?"
When Yang Chen heard about Wufang Ointment, he probably guessed something and said, "Who in your family has been burned? Wufang Ointment hasn't arrived recently. Jishengtang doesn't know if it's in stock. I have to ask."
"that……"
After Fu Yiyou heard Yang Chen's question, he hesitated for a long time without farting.
"Lao Fu, you're just hesitating. Just say whatever you want. Wufang Gao is a very nervous group right now. If there's nothing serious to do, don't waste Doctor Yang's time."
Zhao Anping said.
"She is a girl that I keep. She usually plays a lot of tricks, especially the little whip, but in those few days, she drank too much and used a lot of force. It seems that her skin and flesh were badly bruised, so..."
Fu Yiyou scratched his head in embarrassment, and it took him a long time to explain the reason.
"Damn it, you're more ruthless than me. No wonder you didn't mention it just now. Daqing is such a stupid thing that can't be brought to the table."
Zhao An'an glared at Fu Yiyou fiercely and said, "Does that girl have any background? Otherwise, given your character, it would be just a waste of money. You would still have to come to see Doctor Yang."
Yang Chen didn't speak, nor was he surprised.
There are also people in this gray area. It is normal to have lovers outside, and there are many tricks to play with.
But it would be interesting to have Fu Yiyou have the nerve to come to him and ask for Wufang Ointment.
"really."
Fu Yiyou hesitated for a moment and nodded: "I didn't know until I fell asleep that this woman was from Shuanglin Group. Now Lin Shuangjie from Shuanglin Group called me and said, if his secretary can't be cured,
Hurt, he attacked our Zhongyi Hall. As you know, Old Zhao, we in Ning County can get along well, but in front of a large group like Shuanglin Group, we are nothing. The industry we have worked so hard for cannot be just given away.
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"People from Shuanglin Group?"
Hearing Fu Yiyou's words, Yang Chen raised his eyes slightly and asked: "Old Fu, isn't this woman you are talking about called Xia Qingtian?"