Old Man Zhao, the legendary healer of Xinghua Village!

So the next morning, Zhao Dazhu contacted Miss Zhou.

"Hello Ms. Zhou, I'm the one who sold purple Ganoderma lucidum at the farmers' market yesterday..."

Zhao Dazhu had only finished speaking when Zhou Tianyu coldly said on the phone, "Oh, you're that old country man who sells purple Ganoderma lucidum. I remember now... You're calling me now because you're willing to sell?"

"Yes, yes, I'm willing to sell. Actually, I wanted to sell it to you yesterday, but my fellow villager wasn't too keen, thinking the price was too low," Zhao Dazhu said with a smile.

"That woman is all talk and no action, she has no self-awareness!"

Zhou Tianyu snorted and said, "Since you're willing to sell, then bring that purple Ganoderma lucidum to the usual place at noon today, and I'll send someone over to pick it up."

"Alright, alright, thank you for your graciousness, Miss Zhou. If I ever find any treasures in the mountains near our village again, I'll come to you right away," Zhao Dazhu said enthusiastically.

"You're pretty savvy, much better than that woman."

Zhou Tianyu laughed, seemingly very satisfied with Zhao Dazhu.

However, she didn't say anything more and just hung up the phone.

At noon, Zhao Dazhu arrived at the farmers' market carrying the purple Ganoderma lucidum.

A bodyguard in a suit was already waiting for him at the same spot as yesterday. As soon as he approached, the bodyguard asked, "Where's the stuff?"

Zhao Dazhu took out the purple Ganoderma lucidum from the plastic bag. The bodyguard in the suit took it, examined it, and said, "Take out your phone, I'll transfer the money to you."

"Twenty-five thousand?" Zhao Dazhu asked.

"Yes, twenty-five thousand," the bodyguard in the suit said impatiently.

After exchanging money for goods, Zhao Dazhu smiled like a child receiving 25,000 yuan.

After all, he had lived his whole life and his bank account never had more than 20,000 yuan in savings; the most he ever had was only 17,000 or 18,000 yuan.

However, now, half of the 25,000 yuan belongs to Lü Jinfeng.

Moreover, the image of Lü Jinfeng with red eyes carrying a large basin of filthy clothes covered in excrement and urine from the house yesterday also flashed before Zhao Dazhu's eyes.

Zhao Dazhu gritted his teeth, made a call, and said to Lü Jinfeng, "The purple lingzhi is sold. They gave me 25,000 yuan, not a penny less. I'll transfer the money to you now. Don't hang up yet. Let me know when you receive the money."

A moment later, Lü Jinfeng's exclamation came from the phone: "You... why did you transfer 15,000 to me? Didn't you say it sold for 25,000? We'll split it 50/50, so I should have received 12,500..."

"Jin Feng, your life is so difficult, so I'll give you a little more. Anyway, I'm not in a hurry for money right now, and giving you more will help you with your household expenses," Zhao Dazhu said with a smile.

"This...how can I accept this? No, I can't take advantage of you. I'll give you two thousand five hundred right now..."

Before Lü Jinfeng could finish speaking, Zhao Dazhu hung up the phone.

Lu Jinfeng called again, but Zhao Dazhu didn't answer.

Having done a good deed, Zhao Dazhu felt a sense of pride and accomplishment.

Xinghua Village, at Lü Jinfeng's home.

Lu Jinfeng stared blankly at the 15,000 yuan transfer record on her phone, standing in the room for a long time, unable to come back to her senses, her eyes even a little moist.

Suddenly, Lu Jie, who was partially paralyzed on the bed, coughed and asked, "Has that purple Ganoderma been sold?"

"It's sold. It sold for 25,000 yuan. Zhao Dazhu gave me 15,000 yuan," Lü Jinfeng replied.

After a moment of silence, Lü Jie said, "Old Zhao is a good man; we owe him a favor."

Lü Jinfeng didn't know what to say, so she remained silent.

Lu Jie added, "It's my fault, I'm sorry, I've dragged you down..."

Lu Jinfeng wiped away her tears and sighed, "What's the use of saying all this? I accept my fate, like a chicken following a chicken or a dog following a dog."

Hearing Lü Jinfeng say this, Lü Jie's expression became even more ashamed.

He stared blankly at the ceiling, sighed deeply, and then, as if he had made up his mind, his gaze gradually hardened.

A knife-cut noodle shop near the farmers' market in Taohua County.

Zhao Dazhu ate three large bowls of knife-cut noodles in one go, and after wiping his mouth, he showed a satisfied expression.

After finishing the half-glass of beer on the table, Zhao Dazhu was even more satisfied, looking as if he had tasted some rare delicacy.

"Grandpa, are you stuffed? I told you you couldn't finish three bowls of noodles by yourself, but you insisted on having so much. Look at your bulging belly," the waitress in the noodle shop said with a giggle.

Zhao Dazhu stood up, leaning on the table for support, and said, "Your knife-cut noodles are strong and taste good. I'll come back for more next time."

"Pay the bill first," the waitress joked.

"What, are you afraid I can't afford it?"

As he spoke, Zhao Dazhu took out his wallet, pulled out a hundred-yuan bill, and slapped it on the table.

After leaving the noodle shop, Zhao Dazhu didn't rush back to the village—he still needed to buy a gift for Li Yujiao.

Face cream, lipstick, perfume... Zhao Dazhu wandered around for three or four hours before finally buying all three items, spending more than four hundred yuan.

Feeling that it was about time, Zhao Dazhu prepared to return to the village, but a women's underwear store caught his attention.

He was a little embarrassed, but after only a slight hesitation, he mustered up his courage and stepped into the lingerie store.

The lingerie shop owner was a woman in her thirties, dressed in a flamboyant manner, but she turned pale as soon as she saw Zhao Dazhu walk in.

"Sir, what are you doing here? This is a women's lingerie store, we don't sell men's clothes!"

Zhao Dazhu said irritably, "I'm here to buy women's underwear!"

"Why are you buying women's underwear?" the female shop owner asked again.

"Can't my wife wear it?" Zhao Dazhu said stubbornly.

The female shop owner looked Zhao Dazhu up and down, hesitated for a moment, and then said with a troubled expression, "Sir, I don't mean to look down on you, it's just that all the women's underwear here is for young people, we don't have any for old ladies..."

"My wife isn't very old," Zhao Dazhu said, blushing slightly.

"How old is your husband this year?" the female boss asked curiously as she leaned closer.

Zhao Dazhu was embarrassed to answer, so he waved his hand and said, "It's not like I'm not going to pay you. Why are you asking so many questions? You sold me underwear, I'll pay you, isn't that enough?"

At this point, Zhao Dazhu even took out his bulging wallet and showed it to the female boss.

"Okay, okay, I won't ask. So what style do you want?" The female boss's attitude changed drastically, and she said very enthusiastically.

Zhao Dazhu didn't say anything, and turned his head to look at the wall.

The walls of this women's lingerie store were covered with lingerie in all sorts of colors, including red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, purple, black, and white.