The Fortunate Demoniac Little Village Doctor
Chapter 87 - 87 87 Sending Money

87: Chapter 87 Sending Money 87: Chapter 87 Sending Money “Hey!

Did I kill your father or something?!

Kid!

Have you lost your mind?

How dare you attack someone in public?” He Gaowang shivered in pain, not understanding what was wrong with Liu Hun.

“Slap!” Another brutal hit landed on He Gaowang’s body.

Only then did Liu Hun speak up, “He Gaowang, I recognize the hand holding this branch, but I don’t recognize this branch!

It’s the branch hitting you, it has nothing to do with me!

If you’re not convinced, let the branch speak up.

How about that?”

“I think your mother hangs on a tree…

ouch!

Ouch!

Stop hitting!

Help!

My leg!

My butt…” He Gaowang was jumping around like a monkey, being lashed by Liu Hun.

“Perfect!

What is this?!

This is like a pebble splashing into a cesspit, splattering stench all over itself—serves you right!”

“Well done!

You have to deal with shameless people through shameless means!

Hey!

Look at that, nearly hit his rear!

I say, He Gaowang, you should ask if a branch smacking your ass would say it stinks?”

“He’s bouncing around like a monkey, it’s really amusing!

Don’t leave!

You can’t get through here!

Better go back!

On your way!”

“…”

He Gaowang howled in pain, initially intending to slip into the crowd, but the onlookers pushed him back, and he continued to get caned by Liu Hun.

“Stop!

Stop, stop, stop!” He Gaowang, rubbing his entire body like he was scrubbing himself, shouted a pause and said to Liu Hun, “Weren’t you trying to find someone to admit to this?

Easy!

Easy!”

“How?” Liu Hun asked He Gaowang, holding the branch.

Unexpectedly, He Gaowang shamelessly pointed at Jia Qingmao, “Him!

He’s the one who came up with these tricks!

It’s him stirring things up!

It has nothing to do with me, you should find him!”

“He Gaowang!

Look at what you’ve done, putting your pants on and denying everything!

Even prostitutes wouldn’t pair with you!” A villager couldn’t stand He Gaowang’s shamelessness any longer and cursed.

Jia Qingmao was so angry his hair stood on end, pointing at He Gaowang and said, “You, He!

I was doing you a favor!

Now you lay all the blame on me?

It was you who said you wanted revenge on Liu Hun for putting you in your place!

Are you denying it now?”

“Bull…

Bullshit!

When did I ever say that?” He Gaowang was denying it while rubbing his body, grimacing.

Jia Qingmao, having nothing to lose, directly said, “You said you heard from the Township Government that Liu Hun made an oath to the Mayor and then discovered the bad tea trees.

Made me trap him in the Guest Cloud Restaurant and scam him for half a million!

Ruin his reputation!

And that you’d give me a share of a hundred thousand if it worked!”

“You piece of shit!

Stop spouting nonsense at me!” He Gaowang said, then turned to Liu Hun, “Kid, I’ve made things clear, you should go find him!”

“He Gaowang, have you heard of this saying?” Liu Hun tossed the branch aside and asked He Gaowang, feeling the thing was no longer needed.

“What?” He Gaowang asked.

“A rabbit will bite when cornered, let alone a dog you raised?” Liu Hun said to He Gaowang, then asked Jia Qingmao, “What do you say?!”

Without Liu Hun needing to say anything, Jia Qingmao already lunged at He Gaowang, whose body was hollowed out by drink and meat, unlike Liu Hun, was pinned down and beaten till he was black and blue by Jia Qingmao.

The surrounding villagers laughed heartily at the sight, their yellow teeth showing with delight that couldn’t be hidden until Mao’er called Zhao Mingjie, who took the two to the police station, and this finally ended.

Just as Liu Hun had told Ying Nanhong and Mao’er, not only did he make He Gaowang and Jia Qingmao look like utter fools, but he also made them hand over money to him.

He Gaowang and Jia Qingmao were detained and charged with fraud, while Liu Hun got away with a batch of ancient tea trees, which were his magic tool for Wanbao Village to shake off poverty.

After returning to Wanbao Village, Liu Hun and the villagers planted all the ancient tea trees.

As the last tea tree was planted, Liu Hun, covered in sweat, looked at the equally sweaty Wanbao Village villagers and said, “Today is a big day for Wanbao Village!

These hundred-plus-year-old tea trees, regardless of where they came from, have taken root in Wanbao Village today!

These old tea trees mark the first step for our Baoshan to prosper; they’re a testament to our Baoshan people’s ambitions!”

Liu Hun, taking a deep breath, continued, “I have pledged to Mayor Xie to lead the people of Baoshan to achieve an average income of fifty thousand yuan over the next year!”

“Wow!

My dear mother!

Kid, are you overexerting yourself?

Even working outside can’t earn that much!”

“Exactly!

Kid, are you kidding us?

Even if blueberries produce a bumper crop, they only earn about twenty thousand a year.

Where are you getting fifty thousand from?”

“Kid!

I think you should go talk to Mayor Xie.

Pledging like that could cost you your head if you can’t deliver!”

“…”

The villagers believed Liu Hun was capable, but not so capable as to think he could accomplish such a goal, feeling it was like the Great Leap Forward’s slogans, all talk and no action.

“With mighty resolve comes sacrifice, dare to change the world!

I, Liu Hun, stand here on Baoshan, gripping this soil to turn heaven and earth.

For Baoshan to escape poverty, I’m not aiming for Wanbao Village’s average income of fifty thousand, but five hundred thousand!

Even five million!” Liu Hun said passionately, patting the tea tree beside him, “This is our first step in Wanbao Village!

I hope our people in Baoshan will follow me!

When this tea tree sprouts leaves, I hope more people will step forward and claim a share, following me even if their head meets blood, to create a new world!”

“Good!

How wonderfully said!

Kid, if you were born in different times, you’d be a top scholar!

I’m willing to risk my old life for this; I am in!” Wang Dajiao clapped excitedly, her face’s wrinkles quivering with excitement.

Wang Dajiao was known in Wanbao Village for not releasing an eagle without seeing a rabbit, slicker than an eel.

Her support for Liu Hun was more effective than beating drums for three days, and immediately many villagers expressed their willingness to step up.

“Since when did Liu Hun become so cultured, his words just flow, what are these words about the world changing, why do they invigorate me so?” Qin Yue was enthusiastic, her whole body vibrating, moisture seeping where it could.

Du Yueling smiled, her dimples deeply revealing their sickening sweetness, she wouldn’t tell Qin Yue that Liu Hun heard this poem when she was teaching her students, simply saying to Qin Yue, “While everyone’s still excited, hurry and get them to sign and seal with a fingerprint.”

“Hey!

Yes!

That’s the important thing!” Qin Yue said, quickly taking the notebook around to get the nodding villagers to sign and press their fingers.

Little did Liu Hun expect his passionate speech to actually work, half of the village signed up for their shares.

The distribution of tea leaves and blueberries was something Du Yueling gave Liu Hun significant advice on.

Villagers put in the same amount of money, received the same amount of benefit, and the remaining part was covered by him, offering the largest share of money, but also reaping the biggest benefit.

However, as villagers saw the benefits grow steadily larger and more stable, the distribution would need readjustment, but the most crucial point was that, apart from Liu Hun, everyone else’s benefits should be equal.

Naturally, in Du Yueling’s calculations, Liu Hun wouldn’t end up shortchanged.

In summary, many trivial matters concerning village account distribution, contracts, and paperwork were left to Du Yueling to manage entirely.

He remembered just one sentence from Du Yueling, “People don’t worry about scarcity but about inequality,” so long as distribution was equal, there’d be no unrest.

Once the tea trees passed through their Qi phase, Liu Hun was no longer concerned.

The trees were planted, but people needed dealing with.

Under the influence of Liu Hun’s Qi, the ancient tea trees grew rapidly like wild beasts, with four annual harvests possible.

Seeing the first harvest approaching, Liu Hun enlisted Ren Peiling to find professional tea pickers to guide Wanbao Village on harvesting tea.

With thirty-eight in his pocket and the ancient tea tree crops, Liu Hun and Wanbao Village faced a bright future.

Watching as tea leaves were about to be harvested, he planned a visit to check the wind at the Cooperative, ensuring there’d be no mishaps.

Just as Liu Hun arrived at the Cooperative’s entrance, a man stumbled out.

Liu Hun quickly caught him to prevent the man from falling flat to the ground.

“Go, go, go!

Why don’t you listen!

I said we don’t want it, yet you keep pestering!

Annoying!

Take your stuff away!” a voice from inside the Cooperative said, and a pair of cloth shoes flew out, narrowly missing hitting the man’s head.

“Are you alright?” Liu Hun asked the man while picking up the shoes.

Examining them, he noticed the sturdy sole and high-quality fabric, these seemed to be good goods.

“Hey!

What’s there to worry about!

Falling down and getting back up is all that matters.” The man smiled heartily at Liu Hun and introduced himself, “My name’s Xiao Fang.”

“Liu Hun!” Liu Hun said, asking Xiao Fang, “These shoes yours?

You from a shoe factory?”

“This isn’t something told in a few words.

I heard there’s a place called Guest Cloud Restaurant in town that’s nice.

Let’s talk it over there.

Consider us friends today!” Xiao Fang’s face, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, truly wore a smile that curved, a face that seemed familiar to everyone like a salesman.

The two sat down at the Guest Cloud Restaurant, chatting and finding they fitted together like a needle through the eye.

After hearing Xiao Fang’s story, Liu Hun learned that Xiao Fang was running business with Liu Hun’s cousin, making some money from speculative trading over the years.

He planned to start a legitimate business in the county and wanted to clear out all his stock, with this batch of cloth shoes being the last in his hand.