Ultimate Village Doctor

Chapter Forty-Five

Long Xiaoshan's melons and vegetables were a huge success, earning him two million yuan, and Lily Hotel injected another three million yuan as an advance investment.

This gave him over five million yuan in working capital.

Long Xiaoshan was now halfway to being a millionaire.

In Xiaoshan Village, that was quite an accomplishment; with over five million yuan, there was so much he could do.

He decisively hired another construction team from the town.

They sped up the excavation of the fishponds and built several temporary houses on the side of the farm that served as a mess hall and provided living quarters for the night watchmen on the farm, since it was unreasonable for them to live permanently in wooden sheds.

With the addition of the construction team,

the excavation proceeded even faster.

The fishponds were quickly completed.

Long Xiaoshan reached out to Su Wan to buy fry and shrimp seedlings in the city. Although they could catch small shrimp in the mountain streams, it was not enough for large-scale farming, and the purchased shrimp seedlings came in more varieties and were more expensive.

It was the same with the fry; he bought carp from the Yellow River and bass from the Songjiang River.

These were among Huaxia's four famous freshwater fish. If the Yangtze River's reeves shad and Tai Lake's silver fish fry were available in the market, Long Xiaoshan would have bought them all.

With the Spiritual Liquid, he was not afraid they wouldn't survive.

Now, the most pressing issue was the insufficient Spiritual Liquid. The county hospital had referred patients to him, and Long Xiaoshan visited every few days to perform acupuncture on a tumor patient. Thanks to the Dean's endorsement and the patient's desperation, they hadn't expected much, yet the results were astonishingly good—the tumor had actually shrunk.

It was important to note that this was not just any tumor, but cancer.

And it was in the late stage.

Long Xiaoshan had managed to control even late-stage cancer and reduce the tumor size, leaving the Dean amazed to the point of deeming him a Heavenly Being, and the patient was so grateful that they paid a hundred thousand yuan for the treatment, and that was just for one session.

Long Xiaoshan unceremoniously accepted the hundred thousand yuan.

After all, he was saving someone's life.

Ten thousand yuan for a life was definitely not too much.

Of course, his main focus was not on making money. After all, not every cancer patient was wealthy. He had discussed with the Dean and decided on a fee of ten thousand yuan per acupuncture session.

This was a price that ordinary people could afford.

If it were too high, fewer people would seek him out, and he would collect merit too slowly.

If it were too low, it wouldn't work either. There's a saying: "The Dao should not be conveyed lightly, and medicine should not be provided without assessment." If the price was too low, it would seem cheap and he wouldn't be able to manage the large numbers of patients.

The farm under Long Xiaoshan's care was flourishing.

More and more villagers came to help. Some able-bodied workers even returned from the county. One day Long Xiaoshan was by the fishpond, watching the fry, which weren't growing very fast due to the small amount of Spiritual Liquid in the pond, only about the length of a small finger.

These were carp from the Yellow River and bass from the Songjiang River, very delicate fish. It was quite an achievement just to keep them alive.

"Brother Xiaoshan," someone called out.

Long Xiaoshan turned around. It was a dark-skinned boy about ten years old with a woman standing beside him, looking quite ravishing.

"Dongzi, and Sister Zhang," Long Xiaoshan stood up and said with a smile.

Looking at the woman, Long Xiaoshan felt his face heat up. This woman was the Zhang Widow from the village, known as a beauty in Longyang Village. Although she was a bit older, in her thirties, and not as young and stunning as Chun Tao, she was not far behind Chun Tao in her younger days.

That time he tested the Spirit Eye, he happened to peep at her having an affair with the village chief. This memory made Long Xiaoshan feel a bit odd whenever he recalled that day.

"Little Xiaoshan," Zhang Widow said with a smile, a touch of ingratiating in her tone, crow's feet at the corners of her eyes. Life as a lonely widow in the village was definitely tough; she had crow's feet in her thirties.

"Sister Zhang, what's up?" Long Xiaoshan asked.

"I was wondering if you still need people here; Sister Zhang wants to work for you," Zhang Widow said.

"Sister Zhang, aren't you at the village chief's factory?" Long Xiaoshan inquired.

A flash of resentment crossed Zhang Widow's eyes, but she quickly concealed it and said, "Well, that factory is no fun, and the pay is low, just eight hundred yuan. You know Dongzi is about to start junior high, and there are more expenses. Your place pays well; I just don't know if the job here is stable."

Zhang Widow didn't mention that the food here was also good.

These days, as it was vacation time, many village children ran to the farm to help out, including Dongzi. Although they were just kids, the children in the village matured early and could do some farm work. Long Xiaoshan also gave them ten to twenty yuan a day, and they stayed for lunch. The village kids were very happy to earn ten to twenty yuan, and the food was good. Dongzi was sensible and even brought half of it home to Zhang Widow. Eating the tasty food and hearing about the farm from Dongzi stirred her.

Zhang Widow was tempted—if she could really earn a salary of over a thousand yuan a month, including meals, she had long wanted to break free from that beast Long Fakui.

Long Xiaoshan's heart moved. He had witnessed the affair, so he understood why Zhang Widow wanted to work, and it wasn't just because the salary was good. He was already at odds with Long Fakui and didn't mind butting heads with him again.

He said, "Sister Zhang, of course, I'd welcome you to work here. Don't worry; this farm is going to see huge development. I've leased it for thirty years. As for whether the work is stable, if you believe in me, stay. No one can make you leave."

Long Xiaoshan's words had an implied meaning.

Zhang Widow eagerly said, "Little Xiaoshan, thank you. I'll change my clothes and come to work."

"Alright. Later on, just go to that room to register, and you can start," Long Xiaoshan said.

Zhang Widow left with profuse thanks.

A month had passed, and the farm already looked impressive.

The barren hills of Xishan were now a lush green expanse, brimming with fruits and vegetables, and the fruit trees had grown over a person's height, their emerald green leaves now blooming with flowers.

There were three large fish ponds.

One was stocked with green shrimp and prawns, another with Yellow River carps, and another with bass.

By the fish ponds near the foot of the mountain, a breeding facility was under construction, intended for livestock and poultry.

A large sign stood at the edge of the farm, with ambitious plans that ignited people's passions.

Where some rejoice, others turn green with envy.

Long Fakui was furious.

Long Xiaoshan, that brat, had actually managed to cultivate fruits and vegetables on such barren land.

It was utterly against common sense.

Furthermore, Long Xiaoshan's farm provided not just daily wages, but also a lavish lunch—a meat and cabbage-filled pancake, chive dumplings, pickled cabbage and pork buns, varying every week, always hearty and filling.

Simply for that meal every day, the farmworkers felt like they were celebrating a holiday.

Many people said they would work at the farm just for that meal, even without pay.

Moreover, many villagers had quit Long Fakui's sawmill to work at Long Xiaoshan's farm.

Although some were forced, having been told they would forfeit their back wages if they left, the sign of change was already evident.

The women in the village no longer let themselves be manipulated as before. Just the other day, when he had gone to Zhang Widow looking to relieve some stress, he was met with a shut door. And ever since Zhang Widow quit her job to go to the farm, even his threats were useless.

Long Fakui directed all his resentment at Long Xiaoshan.

If things continued like this, that darned kid would be climbing over his head. He had to think of a way to sabotage the farm.

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