Beautiful Wife Conspiracy: My ability is to make money

"No, no, no." The middle-aged uncle hurriedly shook his head and waved his hands, "I can't help it, you are a little benefactor, how can I call you that?" As a simple and honest villager, no matter what, benefactor It is a benefactor who cannot be disrespected or underestimated because of size.

Seeing the middle-aged uncle's expression of resistance, Ye Qifei didn't force it either.Now that we have a house, we just need a source of customers.Ye Qifei frowned slightly, how should I take the first step?

"Uncle, how do you think I can get someone to see me?" Ye Qifei, who couldn't think of a way, asked the middle-aged uncle.

"The little benefactor saved my son in the health center before. Many people saw it, and others spread the word that you, the little benefactor, are the reincarnation of the life-saving Bodhisattva. But there are also many people who secretly speculate whether it is true or not. There are different opinions and no way to prove it. If you want someone to see a doctor, you have to start here."

"Well, I've also heard about this rumor, and now the rumors are so fast, here it is like this, and there it is like that. So what should I do." Ye Qifei frowned and touched his cheek as if thinking.

"Ah! My little benefactor, you are so powerful. If you can save my dying child, you will definitely be able to save my cousin who has been paralyzed for many years." The middle-aged uncle clapped his hands and raised his eyebrows excitedly.

"Cousin who has been paralyzed for many years?" Ye Qifei, who was silently thinking about a solution, looked up confusedly, "Uncle, what does this mean?"

"If the little benefactor can cure the paralysis that no one has cured for so many years, those people will definitely believe in the little benefactor." The middle-aged uncle explained.

Ye Qifei patted the table excitedly and stood up, "Yes, where is your cousin now?"

The middle-aged uncle lowered his head in shame, touched his head, and said in a low voice: "But my cousin has been paralyzed for many years, it is really inconvenient to come here, and it has been more than ten years, and it is said that it cannot be saved. If the benefactor wants to , I can only trouble my little benefactor to go there in person. I don’t know if this will embarrass you too much.”

Ye Qifei looked at the hesitant middle-aged uncle suspiciously, "No trouble no trouble, uncle, you have solved my important problem."

Right now Zhengchou has no way to prove it, but now this is really easy to come by, Ye Qifei believes that as long as he saves this cousin, he is not afraid that no one will come looking for him.

"Then when can we go?" Ye Qifei asked an unexpected question.

"You can do it now." The middle-aged uncle replied without hesitation.

"Will the sudden visit bother my uncle? Will this bother my uncle?" Although Ye Qifei was impatient, she still lowered her head shyly.

"No, my cousin will be very happy if he knows that the little benefactor is going to cure his paralyzed leg for many years. Why bother him? If there is any trouble, don't bother. It is my honor to help the little benefactor. "The middle-aged uncle waved his hand and said sincerely.

"Then let's go." Ye Qifei didn't delay either.

"Father and elder brother are going to run errands, you have to be obedient at home, you know?" The middle-aged uncle said to the child sitting beside the chicken coop feeding the chickens.

"I know." The child replied obediently, "Bye, brother."

"Goodbye." Ye Qifei waved to the child, "Uncle, sit down, we are leaving."

The middle-aged uncle quickly adjusted his body, and put his hand lightly on the bottom of the seat bag, "Okay, okay, let's go, my little benefactor, I will show you the way."

……

The sun was setting, and there was only a ray of setting sun left in the west. After passing through a deep field path, I heard the bleating of sheep slowly, and the bicycle gradually entered a village.

"Xiao Engong is here." The middle-aged uncle pointed to the small bungalow in front of him, waved his hand and said, "Just park the car here."

"Okay." Ye Qifei stopped the car as he said and leaned the car against the fence, but when he came back to his senses, he was shocked to find many people around here, and looked at the middle-aged uncle blankly.

"It's been a long time, the village chief. How are you doing?" The middle-aged uncle said to the old man who was smoking a cigarette.

"It's been a long time. I've been doing well recently. Food and clothing are not a problem." Holding tobacco in one hand and waving the other hand, the village chief looked at Ye Qifei, feeling unfamiliar, and asked suspiciously , "This is your son?"

"Village chief, don't talk nonsense. How could the little benefactor be my son? I'm not so convinced to give birth to the little benefactor." The middle-aged uncle hurriedly waved his hands and explained to the village chief.

"Little benefactor?" The village chief looked suspiciously at Ye Qifei, who was still young and stood quietly by the fence, embarrassed to approach, "Where do we start? Why did you bring him here?"

The crowd who had gathered early because they saw unfamiliar faces were silently eating melons below. The middle-aged uncle looked at the villagers below and then at the village chief.

"Village chief, my little benefactor is the life-saving Bodhisattva in the rumors, now come and see my cousin and see if he can cure my cousin."

"Ale has been paralyzed for so many years, and he has searched for many doctors. Now you have found a yellow-haired boy to cure him?" The village chief looked at the middle-aged uncle even more suspiciously, as if his words were not worth believing.

The curious crowd also raised various questions, such as: How is it possible!I don't believe it, I must be bragging.Such humming.

"The little benefactor is here to heal my cousin. You can definitely trust the little benefactor. Please don't speculate about the little benefactor maliciously." The middle-aged uncle explained to the crowd protectively.

"Then can I go and see how he healed Ale?" The village chief also asked a little curiously.

The middle-aged uncle looked at Ye Qifei who was still standing by the fence, Ye Qifei nodded slightly to say yes, the middle-aged uncle smiled and said to the village chief: "My benefactor agrees, of course you can watch, the village chief please , little benefactor, let's go."

"Okay." Ye Qifei nodded towards the middle-aged uncle, and followed the middle-aged uncle towards the bungalow in front, followed by a group of curious people.

"Cousin, I brought a genius doctor to treat your leg." The middle-aged uncle opened the door and shouted loudly to the people in the room.

From entering the house, Ye Qifei observed that the situation of the cousin's house was not particularly good, and she felt a little bit acid in her heart.

The cousin smiled lovingly, looked at his leg, and said with a bitter smile: "Can my leg be healed? Don't waste your efforts in vain?"

"Cousin, let me tell you the truth. The little benefactor is very good at medicine. He is the life-saving Bodhisattva in the rumors. He can definitely cure my cousin." The middle-aged uncle waved his hand and said honestly.

Ye Qifei stepped forward and squatted down slightly, "Hi cousin, I am called by uncle to treat your leg."

Cousin didn't look down or disbelieve, but said sincerely: "Can it really be cured?"

"I'll try." Ye Qifei said firmly, turned his head to look at the middle-aged uncle behind him, but unexpectedly saw the crowd behind him, the house was tightly surrounded, and those who stood a little behind were all looking around. Ye Qifei felt a lot of pressure in an instant.

"What's wrong?" The middle-aged uncle asked in confusion.

"It's okay." Ye Qifei rubbed her forehead in embarrassment, and began to carefully examine her cousin's legs, repeatedly questioning her cousin by beating, kneading and observing carefully, and soon she discovered the source of the disease.

"I found it." Ye Qifei took a careful look around and found the most important place to cause paralysis at the knee joint.

The middle-aged uncle stood aside trustingly and did not speak, but the village head questioned: "What did you find?"

"The key to Cousin Ale's paralysis." Ye Qifei replied in a timely manner. "The reason why Cousin Ale became paralyzed was that his knee joints folded and rubbed repeatedly and dislocated in reverse. Over time, he lost his ability to act and became paralyzed."

"It's useless for you to know? Don't you come to deceive us?" The village head shook his head, which became more and more confused, and then asked bluntly.

The middle-aged uncle was sweating anxiously after hearing what the village chief said, "Village chief, the little benefactor is the life-saving Bodhisattva in the rumors, and that's how he heals diseases. You can't maliciously frame the little benefactor without seeing the results."

The village chief changed the subject, "Then do you have a way to cure it?" Anyway, I couldn't read or understand, and I always answered the same question when I asked. The village chief shook his head, becoming more and more confused. Then he asked bluntly.

The middle-aged uncle hurriedly explained for Ye Qifei: "Of course the little benefactor has a solution, the village chief just watch carefully, and don't disturb the little benefactor's treatment."

Ye Qifei was not talking, and lightly placed his hands on Uncle Ale's knee joints, closed his eyes and let go of his thoughts, and the door of the restoration technique appeared in his mind.

"What is he doing?" The village chief looked at Ye Qifei who was quietly squatting in front of Uncle Ale with his eyes closed, and couldn't help scratching his head. It was the first time he had lived at such an advanced age. Seeing healing like this, "Is this healing?"

"En." The middle-aged uncle continued to look at Ye Qifei without explaining.

Seeing that the middle-aged uncle didn't care about this question, "How do you feel, Al? Do you have any reaction?" Then the village chief asked Al.

The village chief, who thought that Ale, who was receiving weird treatment, would not answer, suddenly heard Ale's voice.

Uncle Al frowned slightly, "I feel..." Uncle Al suddenly paused, his expression changed.

"What's the matter, Al? How do you feel?" Because of Uncle Al's voice, the surrounding area suddenly became quiet, and the village chief hurriedly looked at Uncle Al and asked.

"I feel my legs are heating up." Uncle Al's eyes widened in surprise, his arms fluttered in bewilderment, and his voice trembled out of shape.

"Fever? That's nothing unusual. Fever is a normal reaction. It's normal if the weather is so hot." The village chief looked at the incoherent cousin Al and said comfortingly.

"No, it's not like that, it's..." Cousin Ale was almost too excited to come up with a sentence.

"That's not the case? What is that?" The village chief, who had been worrying about Al's leg, didn't understand what Al said, let alone think about some deeper things.

Ye Qifei, who had been hearing voices all the time, was successfully disturbed, and she inattentively focused her attention on the speaking village chief. Ye Qifei frowned slightly, and refocused her attention.

The middle-aged uncle who noticed this move hastily said to the village chief in a soft voice: "Village chief, my cousin's legs have been paralyzed for many years, no matter whether it is hot or cold, or pain, there is no pain. Now uncle Ale can feel the fever. It's because the little benefactor's treatment has been heavily used, so don't talk, don't disturb the little benefactor's treatment."