The village beauty and me!

Chen Huan was momentarily embarrassed. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Zhao Liping rolled her eyes at him. "We're all seasoned foxes, what are you telling me about ghost stories?"

"Anyway, as long as you don't kick me out, I definitely won't interfere with your good time."

"Of course I wouldn't go around talking about it. After all, we're master and disciple, and I would never betray you."

Chen Huan scratched his head, "I can trust you, but..."

Zhao Liping interrupted him, "No buts, I won't stay at your house forever."

"Once I've solidified my skills and am truly able to stand on my own two feet and be self-reliant, you won't need to kick me out; I'll pack my bags and get out of here."

Chen Huan breathed a sigh of relief. "There's no need to put it so harshly. We're in the same boat now."

Zhao Liping then revealed a satisfied smile, "That's more like it."

"Let's split this money. Even though I'm your mentor, I can't be shameless." Chen Huan handed over the money again.

Zhao Liping reached out and picked up a stack. "I'll just take one-third. If something like this happens again, we'll divide it this way, okay, Teacher Chen?"

Chen Huan nodded, "Okay, you're the older one, I'll listen to you."

"Where is it big?" Zhao Liping pinched Chen Huan.

Chen Huan smiled and quickly dodged away.

Back home, Zhao Liping vividly recounted Zhao Siming's miserable situation and how she made money to Li Chunlan.

Li Chunlan laughed so hard she almost fell over. "You two are too audacious. You've practically extorted 30,000 yuan from the village chief!"

Then his expression suddenly turned serious, and he stared intently at Chen Huan, asking, "Chen Huan, answer me honestly, was it you who caused Zhao Siming to be stung by wasps?"

"It must have been that brat Chen Huan who did it!"

"Otherwise, how would that giant hornet have gotten into your crotch?" Zhao Dashan yelled at his father at Zhao Siming's house.

"What are you yelling about? Do you want others to know?" Zhao Siming scolded with a dark face.

Zhao Dashan muttered under his breath, "Is there anyone in the whole village who doesn't know this now...?"

"What did you say, you little brat? Are you trying to rebel against the Heavenly Gang?" Zhao Siming was so angry that he almost rolled off the kang (a heated brick bed).

  

Although cupping relieved the swelling and pain, he was still dizzy and uncomfortable.

The main concern is the 30,000 yuan spent on medical treatment.

As the village head, he plundered resources and accepted bribes everywhere. Did he find it easy to make money?

Despite his outburst, Zhao Siming eventually realized that Zhao Dashan's words made sense.

What a coincidence! I went to get a used shoe, and someone stuffed a hornet's nest into my crotch.

If you thoroughly investigate all the people in Lotus Village, not one of them would dare to challenge or oppose you.

After thinking it over, the only one that comes to mind is that bastard Chen Huan.

"That bastard, I don't know what got into him lately. Instead of being stupid, he's become fierce and cunning, just like a wolf in the mountains."

"If this continues, he'll ruin our Zhao family." Zhao Siming became increasingly annoyed, but also somewhat helpless.

In the past, the Zhao family oppressed the people using only three tricks.

First, the Zhao family is strong and well-equipped; if they don't like someone, they can simply resolve the issue with force.

Furthermore, as the village chief, he can use his power to suppress people, even if they are difficult to deal with.

In addition, the Zhao family has some financial resources, so if all else fails, they can simply bribe their way out.

Of course, this "bribing" doesn't mean bribing the victim; it means paying someone to kill the victim.

"Dad, we need to get that 30,000 yuan back quickly. I don't think we can manage. Let's hire someone. Isn't that Liu Zhankui in town pretty ruthless?"

"Give him some money, treat him to a meal, and have him bring a few tough guys to wipe out that kid Chen Huan."

"Or we could just kill him." As he said this, Zhao Dashan revealed a fierce expression and stretched out his hand, making a downward chopping motion.

"Keep your voice down, your sister is still at home." Zhao Siming glared at him.

He then nodded, "That's what I think too. Small investments don't bring in big ones."

"Call Liu Zhankui first thing tomorrow morning and ask him to come over."

"Spending some money to settle things with Chen Huan is the most urgent task right now; we can't let him cause any more trouble."

Chen Huan sneezed several times in his own home.

He rubbed his nose and muttered, "Which bastard is talking about me behind my back?"

It was getting late, so Chen Huan immediately entered a meditative state.

Although he had only received the inheritance for two days, he was surprised to find that he had already gotten used to it.

The next morning, upon examining himself, he found that the true energy within his body appeared slightly purer and more abundant.

Because the meridians have been widened and strengthened, the previous side effects of pain did not occur.

"I just wonder how long it will take to get to the second floor."

"I can only try my best to cultivate diligently, and also find more opportunities to treat patients. This can be considered a shortcut." Chen Huan thought to himself as he walked into the courtyard.

Zhao Liping, wearing short pajama bottoms and with her bare white legs exposed, was brushing her teeth by the sink, which made Chen Huan restless.

Suddenly, I felt a pang of regret. I shouldn't have let my meager sense of justice get the better of me when Zhao Liping offered to trade her body for my skills.

"Chen Huan, come here and do this for me," Zhao Liping said softly, turning her head to the side.

"Huh? How do I do it? Where do I do it?" Chen Huan's mouth went dry, and he inexplicably ran behind Zhao Liping.

Zhao Liping stomped her foot, "You filthy scoundrel, what do you think you're doing?"

"I asked you to use the water pump over there; I need to brush my teeth."

Chen Huan was immediately embarrassed and ran over to help her press the pump to dispense water.

"Are you busy later?" Zhao Liping asked Chen Huan with a smile after brushing her teeth.

"I'm going to town to sell the fish and deliver a barrel of wine to someone."

Zhao Liping blinked. "He's such a good family man, working himself to the bone to earn money every day."

"Have you ever thought about what you'll do after you've made a lot of money?"

Chen Huan stroked his chin, his gaze becoming distant. "I don't know if what you mean by 'a lot of money' is the same concept I have for 'a lot of money'."

"If one day I feel I've earned enough, I might go somewhere else to do something."

The second half of the sentence, Chen Huan only said to himself, "Go kill someone..."

"Go somewhere else?"

"Going to the county, leaving this poor and dilapidated little place, is probably what most young people in the village yearn for," Zhao Liping suddenly said with some emotion.

"The county?"

"Can't you have bigger ambitions and ideals?" Chen Huan teased.

Zhao Liping pouted, "Anyone can talk about ideals, right?"

"But the problem is that, usually, reality is far greater than the ideal."

"I'm not like you, with your strong fists, medical skills, and ability to attract women. I'm afraid that with my skills and abilities, I'll only be able to stay in a small place and live a mediocre life."

Chen Huan frowned. "No, I don't know about the past, but now that you've joined my ranks, your rise to prominence is just around the corner. Just wait and see."

Zhao Liping moved closer to him, her expression a mixture of shyness and teasing. "Yours?"

"Who are you to me?"