Immortal Farmer Doctor

When Ye Shaoqiu just arrived, he saw Ping Yunqing grabbing onto Old Man Fang, and pouting non-stop: "Ma De, how many times has it been broadcast? Ah? Are you deaf? Can't you hear it? "

"Old man, I will calculate how late you are!"

As Ping Yunqing spoke, he looked at the watch on his wrist, and then said expressionlessly: "Alright, alright, I'll count it as a hundred. Take the money!"

Old Man Fang was no longer young, and his walking speed was slow, so it was only natural that he would arrive late. Moreover, he was an old man; how could he possibly be able to afford such a small sum of money?

"Accounting for Pingfan... "How can I have money? My son has been sick several times, and my family can't even open up the pot. If I owe my fellow villagers a debt, how can I have the money to give it to you …" Old man Fang begged, "Look at my first time, just spare me this time."

"What nonsense are you spouting? I don't believe that you won't be able to afford this amount of money!" Before your son fell ill, didn't he earn a lot from working outside? How much did you have to spend? "Hurry and get the money." Ping Yunqing said fiercely.

Ping Yunqing's eyes suddenly turned as he thought of something, and laughed sloppily: "Old Fang, it's fine if you don't pay. The rules of the village, wasn't it all set by the large team?

Old Fang immediately shed tears of gratitude and said, "Ai …" "Thank you, Accounting!"

"Ai …" Sigh … Wait a moment, Old Fang, I'm not done yet! " Ping Yunqing grabbed Old Fang's head, who wanted to leave, and laughed lowly: "Old Fang, I remember... You... Don't you have a daughter? I remember that she was pretty young... "He hasn't even gotten married yet, right …"

"Ah?" An accountant? "What do you mean?" Old Fang pretended not to understand.

At this time, Ping Kang, who was standing beside Ping Yunqing, Fang Goudan and Ping Yunqing's son actually stood up and kicked the old man. "Hmph! Old man, stop pretending, I think your Xiao Cui looks pretty good too! If not for your family's Xiao Cui, hehe … "

Ping Yunqing pretended to stop his son, and said: "Ah, well, how can I do things, I am not done yet!"

Old Fang laid on the ground, his body trembling as he sobbed, "Aiyo … hey …" Oh my god, is there still law? Is there still justice … Even the old man was about to be beaten up … "Ahh!

Ping Kang immediately scolded: "Ma De, stop howling, or give us money, or else let your daughter accompany us … … Hehehe! "

Immediately, quite a few of the villagers threw a pitying look at the old head, cursing him in a low voice as they discussed amongst themselves.

Ping Kang heard the whispers of the villagers, and immediately scolded them loudly: "What are you f * cking competing for, you all don't accept it? You'll pay for him? " Once he said this, he glanced at the crowd that had suddenly stopped and said with disdain, "Who do I think should give it to them?"

Although the villagers felt pity for the old man, but … If they went against the accounting firm for the sake of Lao Fang, they would lose their courage. They would be terrified and wouldn't dare to stand out.

However, there were still some brave people in the crowd who roared: "Enough!" I will give it to you! "

Ping Kang's eyes narrowed as he looked around, but he could not find the person who spoke just now. He loudly shouted: "Who is speaking? Stand out for me! "

Following that, the person who spoke separated from the crowd and walked step by step towards them.

Ping Kang looked... He didn't know how to continue or how to confess.

The one who stood in front of him was Ye Shaoqiu, the person who had dealt with him and Wang Datou's group back then. The shadow around him had yet to completely disperse.

However, Ping Yunqing was different from his son, he did not have enough understanding of Ye Shaoqiu. Seeing that Ye Shaoqiu actually stood up and walked to his side, he smiled: "You're giving? "Sure …"

"It's fine as long as someone gives it to me. Hehe, poor boy, give it to me." Ping Yunqing said coldly.

Ye Shaoqiu raised his eyebrows, and said with a voice that was like a rainbow, "I will give it to you, but... Are you sure... "You want it?"

At this moment, Ping Kang felt that the courage of his father who was by his side had increased quite a bit. He took a step forward and said, "If you want to give it to me, then give it to me.

Ye Shaoqiu sneered, and said sarcastically: "Your quality, is truly high."

Finished speaking, he took out a hundred dollars from his pocket, and threw it onto Ping Kang's face, and said: "Happy."

"You …" Ping Kang glowered, but did not dare step forward.

Ye Shaoqiu ignored the two's angry glares and walked over to Old Fang's side. He held onto Old Fang's arm, and helped him up, asking: "Uncle Fang, are you alright?"

"Nothing, nothing …" Qiu, thank you uncle! " Old Fang bowed and expressed his gratitude.

Seeing that there was nothing wrong with the old man's head, Ye Shaoqiu relaxed and found an empty seat for the old man to sit down. Then he walked over to Zhao Meimei, Aunt Yang and the others.

Ai Xiaoying looked at Ye Shaoqiu with a face full of worship, and said: "Brother Shaoqiu, you're awesome!"

"The girl with the surname 'Ping' is too much." Zhao Meimei muttered.

Uncle Liu, a simple and honest man who normally spoke little, could not bear to see such a thing, so he said: "Sigh … The scourge of the village. "

Ye Shaoqiu laughed and said: "Evil will be rewarded, it's not like we don't want revenge, the time has not come!"

After hearing what Ye Shaoqiu said, they all sighed and continued to look at him.

At this time, Ping Yunqing had already returned to the stage and sat down.

"Although our village didn't achieve much this year, but …" The warehouse in the village has been rented out.

The villagers glanced at the small square and all of them thought to themselves: Did you call this a repair?

However, there would always be people who disagreed, "Village Head, when are we going to fix the road? How long had it been? Why haven't you believed it yet! "

When Ye Shaoqiu heard this voice, he immediately burst out laughing. He could tell, that this voice was Wu Haiquan, although he had purposely pinched his throat, as if his voice had changed, he was still able to discern the scent, and it was very obvious to him.

"That's right, this road should have been repaired a long time ago. I've already told you how long it has been, but a few days ago it was raining so I fell down. Not only did I catch a cold, I even went to the town and pasted some ointment on it for a few days."

"Yeah, this road is so hard to walk on. Forget about cars, I can't even walk!"

Mo Rengui listened to the discussions of the villagers indifferently. Although she was unhappy, she still laughed: "I'm here today, I swear to the heavens, the construction team will be here soon. Everyone, rest assured!"

"Hehe …" "Swear …" Wu Haiquan's mocking voice came out once again.