A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

After lunch, Wu Dahu was about to take a rest when he heard a knock on the door. His face sank, and he walked quickly to open the door. When he saw the old man outside the door, his face softened, and he said softly: "Is he here to find Xiaohan? He is..."

"No, no, no, I'm here to look for you." Zhu Laolian said, the smile on his face seemed a little too enthusiastic.

Wu Dahu still remembered how he was intimate with Zhai Su, but because he knew that he was not that wild man, his attitude was not very good, but it was not bad. He said calmly, "What can you do with me?"

Mr. Zhu chuckled and clapped his hands and said, "Thanks to Dr. Song, Zhu Ying's health is much better! After thinking about it, I don't think there is any good way to repay the two of you. It just so happened that the last champion of martial arts, Xing Liyu, came here to play. A feast against the wind will be specially held for him, at that time the young talents of the state capital will show off their skills and ask Xing Liyu for advice, so I came to ask, are you willing to go with me?"

A look of emotion appeared on Wu Dahu's face. He heard that such a good opportunity was specially prepared for the children of the aristocratic family. If he could stand out at the banquet and catch Xing Liyu's eyes, even if he didn't get the champion of Wu, his career in the future would be very difficult. It will also be much smoother.

Taking a step back, even if you don't get into Xing Liyu's eyes, if you can get a few words of advice from Xing Liyu, you can make great progress in martial arts.

He wanted to go in his heart, but he didn't understand why Mr. Zhu would give him such a good opportunity. He didn't believe that Zhu's mansion was so big that there wasn't even a single person who learned martial arts.

Zhu Lao seems to have seen Wu Dahu's concerns, and said sincerely: "Your skill is one of the best among the young talents I have ever seen. If you can get Xing Liyu's guidance, you have a chance to fight hard. Wu Zhuangyuan will live up to my expectations by then!"

After hearing this, Wu Dahu was silent for a moment, finally nodded decisively, clasped his fists and said, "If that's the case, then respect is worse than obedience!"

Seeing that he agreed, the smile on Zhu Lao's face deepened. After agreeing on the time and place with him, he greeted him and Song Qinghan, turned and left.

Seeing Wu Dahu's serious expression after closing the door, Song Qinghan asked curiously, "What's wrong? Isn't this a good thing?"

Wu Dahu sighed softly, nodded and said: "A good thing is a good thing, I'm just worried that this favor is not enough."

Song Qinghan stretched out his hand to smooth the sadness between his brows, curled his lips and said: "Since you came to the state capital, you have been troubled more."

Wu Dahu was stunned by these words, he lowered his eyes to think for a moment, smiled in relief, stretched out his hand to hold Song Qinghan in his arms, and said softly: "It's because I worry too much, in fact, no matter how bad it is, how bad can it be? ? At worst, let’s go back to farming.”

Hearing his strong heartbeat, Song Qinghan gave a "hmm", rubbed his face against his chin, and whispered: "This is my hometown, as long as we are together, any kind of life we ​​live is the same ..."

Wu Dahu's heart moved, he lowered his head and branded a kiss on Song Qinghan's forehead, hugging him even tighter.

It's a pity that the sweet time is always short. After a while, Wu Dahu was going to the Liangyi Hall. After Song Qinghan watched him leave, he was about to go back to sleep, when he suddenly heard the rapid cry of sheep from the rockery.

He walked over quickly, and suddenly found that one of the ewes was giving birth, and the lamb was half exposed, and it seemed that it would fall off at any time.

Feeling flustered, he hurriedly grabbed a lot of grass and vegetables, and threw them into the fence, one to supplement the nutrition for the ewes, and the other to lay a protective mat on the ground so that the lambs would not die when they fell to the ground. The probability of this is almost zero.

With the sound of a childish "baa", Song Qinghan looked at the wet lamb and felt relieved.

Now that the ewes have given birth, that means...there's milk to drink?

He came over with a clean big bowl, quietly climbed into the fence, walked to the ewe, separated from the lamb, and squeezed the mellow goat milk from the ewe's body.

After squeezing more than half of the bowl, he stepped out quickly, walked into the kitchen, and put the goat milk into the pot to boil.

After the boiled goat's milk had cooled down, Little Shitou just wanted to eat something. Song Qinghan tentatively fed him a few mouthfuls with a spoon. He could adapt to the taste of goat's milk, so he fed him half a bowl of goat's milk one by one.

After feeding the little stones, he wiped the sweat from his forehead, thinking that he could finally rest. Unexpectedly, there was another knock on the courtyard door.

He sighed and shouted outside, "Who is it?"

"Is it the young lady? We are sent by the old lady."

A flattering voice sounded, but the two words he used really gave Song Qinghan a chill.

The young lady, the old lady, etc., reminded him of those housewives in TV dramas who are full and have nothing to do all day long.

He opened the door, looked at the crowd of people outside, frowned and said, "What did he ask you to do?"

The older female man in the lead pretended to push Song Qinghan away unintentionally, beckoned to the people behind him, led them in file, and quickly occupied the small courtyard.

Seeing Song Qinghan's gloomy face, he covered his mouth with a smile, waved his handkerchief and said, "Young Madam, don't be nervous, we are sent by the old Madam to serve the Young Master, from now on, you can enjoy the blessings!"

Seeing his yin and yang strange appearance, Song Qinghan felt disgusted from the bottom of his heart, and said coldly: "You are not welcome in our family, get out!"

The female man's face froze, but quickly covered it with a smirk, pretending that he didn't hear Song Qinghan's words, and directed the boys to tidy up the yard.

Seeing that they didn't take him seriously, Song Qinghan sneered, and suddenly took out a scalpel, put it on the female man's neck, and said in a deep voice, "Get out! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

The feeling of the cold blade touching the skin was so real, the female man trembled for a moment, not doubting the authenticity of Song Qinghan's words, and hurriedly shouted: "Get out, get out! Get out!"

After all the idlers had left, Song Qinghan let go of his hand, pushed the female man out of the door, and with a "snap", closed the courtyard door behind his back.

The female man touched his neck, saw that there was nothing serious, patted his chest, and after he calmed down his fear, he slapped the courtyard door and yelled inside: "How dare you treat me like this! When the young master comes back, let's see how he will deal with you! Jealous husband! Evil husband! Poisonous husband!"

Song Qinghan tidied up the things they had messed up, then walked quickly to the door, and said in a cold tone: "You keep yelling at me, next time this knife will come out red!"

Seeing that there was no movement outside immediately after he uttered his harsh words, Song Qinghan laughed coldly, thinking that it was nothing more than that, they were all evil slaves who were greedy for life and afraid of death, bullying others, and they couldn't make a difference.

After tossing and tossing for so long, Song Qinghan was already extremely sleepy, took a nap with a small stone, and when he woke up again, it was already dark.

When Yuan Wenxuan came back from Huichun Hall, he almost thought that he had found the wrong place, so he knocked on the courtyard door with hairy hair. After entering the courtyard, he asked in confusion, "Master, who are those people outside? Are they here to trouble us?" ?”

Song Qinghan brought out the food he had cooked, and said without any ups and downs: "Don't bother with them, they are all here to beat you."

Yuan Wenxuan nodded half-understood, and helped scoop out the rice. Seeing that Wu Dahu didn't come back, he didn't ask any more questions, and finished the somewhat deserted dinner with Song Qinghan.

When Wu Dahu came back, the night was dark, he frowned and looked at the people outside the courtyard gate, and said in a deep voice, "Who are you? Why are you blocking my door?"

The people who were already drowsy woke up instantly when they heard this sentence, the female leader hurriedly turned around, wiped his tears at Wu Dahu and said: "Master, we are sent by the old lady to serve you , It was supposed to be here in the afternoon, but the Young Madam didn't let us in, leaving us alone for several hours!"

When he said this, he was crying, and his voice was loud. He wanted to express the feeling of weeping blood every word, but he didn't expect it to sound like a duck screaming desperately.

Hearing this, Wu Dahu frowned even tighter, and asked in a cold voice, "Since it's already afternoon, have you ever gone in?"

The female thought that Wu Dahu was angry at Song Qinghan's ignorance, so she hurriedly added embellishments and said: "I went in! Who would have thought that the young lady would beat me out? I have repeatedly emphasized that we were sent by the old lady. The Young Madam seems to have no regard for the Old Madam at all, she doesn't save any sympathy!"

After speaking, he pressed the corners of his eyes with a handkerchief so that the hanging handkerchief could cover the corners of his raised mouth.

For so many years, no one has been able to bully him!Today, this little slut who was rude to him must taste the consequences!

Seeing that Wu Dahu's face became more gloomy after hearing what he said, he smiled even more happily. Just when he was about to add another fire, his knees hurt and he knelt down with a "plop".

"I don't hit women and men, kneel down and kowtow to Xiaohan three times, and I'll let you go, otherwise, it's okay to make an exception today!"

The female man didn't understand what was wrong. Although she knelt down obediently, she refused to kowtow, and sobbed, "Why is this so, young master? The old slave has been with the old lady for ten years. I want him to know you If you don't appreciate it like this, I'm afraid you'll be chilled!"

When Wu Dahu heard that he was threatening him with Zhai Su, his expression became more gloomy, and he said coldly, "Han Xin? How did he start as a person who doesn't even have a heart? If you talk nonsense, three heads can't solve it!"

The female man flinched, bit his lower lip unwillingly, bent over slowly, and kowtowed three times in the direction of the courtyard gate, when he raised his head, his forehead was bloody.

Wu Dahu snorted coldly, seeing that Song Qinghan had already opened the door, he walked in.

But when he was fast entering the yard, he paused, turned his head, and said in a deep voice: "Don't let me see you again, otherwise..."

The courtyard door closed in front of the female man with a "bang", he slowly clenched his fists, letting the blood on his forehead flow across his cheeks.

Young master, he can't do anything about it, but that little slut who caused the crime!He will never let it go!