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Chapter 8 Give 50,000

Niu Xiaotian, who lives in Xingwang Village, lives in a secluded environment and does not understand the big news in the town.

The only things that can be heard are which man in the village was scratched on the face by his wife, whose female cat gave birth to several cubs, or who went to Widow Yang's house to show her courtesy.

Also, everyone has various suspicions about the biological father of the child in Widow Yang’s belly.

"Tell me more details!"

Niu Xiaotian pulled up a stool and sat next to the middle-aged woman, trying to judge whether it was a deficiency disease.

Anyway, her daughter couldn't hear her. The middle-aged woman told her story in detail about what happened that day. Even though Niu Xiaotian was so bold, she was also horrified by what she heard. She had an urge to go to the toilet.

The girl's name is Fan Yuqing, a very beautiful name. She was a freshman in high school last year and her academic performance was among the best.

Fan Yuqing has a good bestie, let's call her Xiaofang. She comes from an ordinary family, but she has been playing together since childhood. They have a close relationship like sisters. They are in the same class and sleep with the same girl.

Last spring, a campus housing was built opposite Qingyun Town High School.

Sunny Saturday afternoon.

Fan Yuqing and her best friend Xiaofang went shopping together and passed the road next to the construction site.

They were originally walking side by side, but for some reason, Xiaofang ran to the front.

At this time, a tall inclined arm crane was lifting bundles of cement boards overhead.

Suddenly, the iron ropes binding the cement boards broke, and three cement boards fell from a height of more than ten meters.

Disaster from heaven!

Xiaofang was unfortunately hit. She had no time to scream, and blood spattered from her stool, and she died tragically on the spot.

Because they were so close, some blood splashed on Fan Yuqing's face and body, and she was immediately frightened.

That’s not all.

When an accident occurred, construction workers immediately ran over and opened up the cement slabs in a hurry. The scene was so tragic that it had to be mosaic-ed, and I cannot bear to describe it.

After witnessing the tragic death of her best friend, Fan Yuqing gritted her teeth and stumbled home. After that, she started to have a high fever and started talking nonsense without knowing what she was talking about.

After the high fever subsided, he became what he is now, not eating, not talking, his eyes were dull, and he was unresponsive to the outside world.

She only trembles instinctively when the needle is inserted, and that's it.

"An immortal said that this child was haunted by Xiaofang's ghost, but he tried this many times without any effect. The condition became more serious, and the body responded less and less." The middle-aged woman caressed her daughter's face lovingly.

, bursting into tears: "Now, I'm so thin that I don't even look like a human anymore. I can even hug him..."

So sensational...

Lin Ying burst into tears, and Niu Xiaotian carefully looked at Fan Yuqing on the bed. After a moment, he was convinced: "There is no ghost, but the soul is unstable, or in other words, the soul is disordered."

The middle-aged woman looked hopeful and asked, "Young man, is there any way?"

"Yes, it will be cured, but you have to wait seven days, because you need special medicinal materials that you have to go back to prepare." Niu Xiaotian said.

"Auntie, Xiaotian's medical skills are very good. Many people in our village are looking for him!" Lin Ying also helped to speak, but was too embarrassed to give specific examples because they would not be on the stage.

The middle-aged woman became excited and stood up quickly, "Young man, as long as you can cure my daughter's disease, any amount of money will do!"

"Auntie, Xiaotian is a warm-hearted person!" Lin Ying said again, but Niu Xiaotian's next words made her blush for no reason, and she pulled the quilt over her head.

"Well, how much can you give me?"

Talking about money is a bit vulgar!

However, Niu Xiaotian didn't want to take care of it if he didn't give him money.

It is a virtue to save lives and heal the wounded, but starving a warlock to death is not a bad thing.

The middle-aged woman thought carefully, stretched out her palm, and tentatively spit out a number, fifty thousand?

Although I am not sure about Niu Xiaotian's ability, parents all over the world are like this. Whenever there is a glimmer of hope, they must save their children.

fifty thousand!

Niu Xiaotian's heart was racing, and he felt dizzy with excitement, but on the surface he remained calm, okay!

With 50,000 yuan, we can build three new large brick houses with a total of 100 square meters and a yard in Xingwang Village, which exceeds the annual income of more than 90% of the people!

Lin Ying was also shocked and pulled back the quilt. She didn't expect that Niu Xiaotian could make money so easily.

Advance payment is impossible.

Although Niu Xiaotian was right about her daughter's condition, the middle-aged woman still chose not to see the rabbit in front of the rabbit and not to let the eagle fly. She would cure the disease and repeatedly promised that it would be absolutely necessary.

Niu Xiaotian was so confident that he exchanged WeChat messages with the middle-aged woman, said goodbye to Lin Ying, and left the ward.

In the corridor, Lin Dahai walked over.

Niu Xiaotian was given a wad of money. It looked like it was more than two thousand, but he couldn't let Niu Xiaotian pay it in advance. In fact, it didn't cost that much.

Niu Xiaotian accepted it, went downstairs to find Wang Muchuan, and took out 200 yuan and gave it to him.

"One hundred is enough, as agreed."

As he said this, Wang Muchuan's hand took the money honestly, grinning with joy.

Niu Xiaotian had to lift his chin up and keep it closed, it was too ugly.

"Xiao Tian, ​​do you want to go back to the village right away? I've cleaned up the ox carts!" Wang Muchuan said diligently.

After all this hard work, I haven’t eaten in the morning. Now it’s noon. Niu Xiaotian said: “I’m starving. Let’s go eat first. I’ll treat you!”

"Hehe, okay! If anything happens in the future, just call me."

Wang Muchuan grinned happily again, patted his chest vigorously, and just followed Niu Xiaotian. He would have face, make money, and have a good reputation for saving people.

Leading the ox cart, the two found a ramen restaurant and ordered two bowls with meat and noodles, and more chili and coriander!

Garlic was free, and Wang Muchuan filled a plate with one bite at a time. He ate and drank while sweating profusely, attracting the attention of many diners.

Feeling his swollen belly, Niu Xiaotian got on the bullock cart and walked through the bustling streets of Qingyun Town, heading back to Xingwang Village.

Fifty thousand remuneration, determined to win!

Niu Xiaotian thought about it all the way. When he got the money, he would buy a decent big brick house in the village, and then buy a big color TV and a big refrigerator. If he wanted to have surplus, should he buy a battery car or change to a smarter mobile phone?

It’s better to use your mobile phone, it will save your face when you take it out.

Thinking about it, Niu Xiaotian couldn't help but laugh out loud.

However, Wang Muchuan, who was beside him, suddenly pulled the cart. Niu Xiaotian was unprepared and was shaken.

"Xiao, Maverick!" Wang Muchuan's voice trembled, and he even called his usual nickname wrong. His trembling hands pointed forward, "There!"

Niu Xiaotian looked at the situation and felt a chill in his heart.

At this time, the bullock cart had just left Qingyun Town, and five people suddenly appeared on the road ahead. They were all tall, muscular men, wearing black tight-fitting half-sleeves and carrying thick steel pipes in their hands.

The person at the front was none other than Zhang Yongbiao, tapping his palm with a steel pipe, his eyes showing a fierce look.

The man on his left was holding a dirty bucket in his hand. Judging from the brownish-yellow semi-solid residue on the outside, it contained something smelly.

Wang Muchuan was so frightened that he shook into chaff, and his intestines turned green with regret.

After making money, you should go back to the village first. If you are greedy for a bowl of ramen, you may have to eat shit in a while!


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