A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Hua Lian was stunned for a moment, but quickly came to her senses, got up from the ground, obediently stood beside Song Qinghan, lowered her head and said, "Yes, Master."

Song Qinghan remained silent, firstly because he was not in a good mood now, and secondly because as a modern person, he really didn't know how to deal with this "traditional dross".

Fortunately, Hualien looked really well-behaved on the surface. After he entered the house, he stood quietly outside the door, just like a wooden man.

At noon, Wu Dahu came back from the Liangyi Hall and found someone burning a fire in the kitchen, he didn't look carefully and smiled, "Xiao Han, I'll do it."

When Hua Lian heard the sound, she flinched, then quickly turned her head, and said respectfully, "The young master is back."

Seeing that it was a strange man and woman, Wu Dahu took a few steps back, and said coldly, "Who are you? You were sent by Zhai Su again? Could it be that yesterday's lesson was not enough?"

Song Qinghan walked out of the house just after feeding the little stones, and seeing Wu Dahu looking like he was about to draw his sword at any time, he quickly explained: "I promised this, and it's not too much to have one more boy who cooks and does chores." If it's too much, if he can't do a good job in controlling him, we can drive him away at any time."

Hearing what he said, Wu Dahu's face softened, he glanced at Hualien warningly, and said in a deep voice: "If you let me know that your intentions are wrong, I will let you know what life is better than death!"

Hua Lian shivered for a moment, bent her knees, wanted to kneel down, but remembered Song Qinghan's words, so she lowered her head so that there was only one head left, and said nervously: "Xiao Nu knows, Xiao Nu has nothing to do with Master Husband and Young Master." Two hearts!"

Wu Dahu snorted coldly, ignored him, reached out and took out the bouquet placed behind him, handed it to Song Qinghan, a faint smile flashed in his eyes, and said softly: "We have entered the mountain today, this is for you. Picked wildflowers."

Surprise flashed across Song Qinghan's face, and he reached out to take the bouquet, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch a sweet smile, and said softly, "What are you doing in the mountains? You picked so many flowers, didn't others laugh at you? "

Hearing this, the smile in Wu Dahu's eyes deepened, and he said slowly: "This year's martial arts test, there is an extra field test. It is said that it is to prepare for the future war. During the time when the military test is approaching, we may often Enter the mountain. As for the jokes...they laughed at me for picking flowers, and I laughed at them that no one can give flowers, so I still took advantage of this comparison."

Seeing that he has become so eloquent, Song Qinghan shook his head with a broken smile, turned around and put the flowers away, and said to Hualien, "Let's eat."

After the food was put on the table, Song Qinghan saw that Hualien had returned to the kitchen. He wanted to ask him why he didn't come to eat, but then thought that the master and slave should not eat at the same table. Seeing that Wu Dahu didn't intend to call him, he stopped thinking .

After eating, Wu Dahu went to bed to rest. Song Qinghan went to milk the goat. Just as he was about to enter the kitchen, he suddenly heard a rustling sound coming from inside. He hurriedly hid aside and looked in through the gap .

I saw that Hualien was scraping the juice from their leftover dinner plate with a piece of black steamed bun. Judging by his expression, the steamed bun seemed to be very hard. He chewed it for a long time before swallowing it with difficulty, but even so After eating that piece of steamed bread, his face suddenly showed a satisfied expression.

Song Qinghan paused, glanced at the goat milk in his hand, thought about it, and took it back to the room in silence.

It's not that he's afraid of Hualien drinking secretly, it's just that his mood is a bit complicated now, and he can't tell whether Hualien's behavior just now is from the heart, or is deliberately acting to deceive them.

Logically speaking, how could it be possible for the people who served Zhai Su to live in such poverty?What's more, isn't there no white rice left in their pot?The same is true for the other dish, there is more than half of it left, but Hualien wants to eat that dish with only soup leftovers, it is too suspicious.

But... what if it's true?He didn't know that he could move those intact meals, and this possibility still existed.

Song Qinghan struggled for a long time. Seeing Hualien walked out of the kitchen after washing the dishes and began to clean the yard, he couldn't bear it. He walked a few steps to come to him, and asked with his hands behind his back, "What did you eat just now?"

Hua Lian's hands faltered, and she quickly lowered her head and said, "Master, I ate the steamed buns I brought here, and I definitely didn't steal the leftovers."

Song Qinghan asked with a strange expression: "When you finish eating the cornbread you brought, what will you eat?"

This question seems to have stumped Hualien, his hands were tightly twisted together, making Song Qinghan feel his tension.

"Back, back to the master, after eating the steamed buns, I will make some radish sprouts mixed with rice husks..."

Song Qinghan shook his head helplessly, and said with a smile: "Don't you know that these are all for feeding sheep? What do you do for a good-looking person to eat these?"

However, Hua Lian seemed to have only heard his first sentence, and said urgently: "Back to the master, I will not steal food from the sheep, I will do it when they can't finish eating!"

It could be seen that he was indeed very excited, and even raised his head in disregard of the "rules", looking at Song Qinghan with longing and earnest eyes.

Seeing that his expression did not seem to be fake, Song Qinghan was even more puzzled, and asked with a strange face: "You are also treated like this at Zhai Su's house? Then why do you still want to be a slave? Why not just go outside and find a small worker?" , can live a little more comfortably.”

This topic seemed to touch the warning line in Hualien's heart. He unconsciously rubbed his thumbs, pretending to be calm and said: "Little slave, since I have become the master's husband and the servant of the young master, I will work hard, absolutely not He will do things that will harm the interests of the master husband and the young master!"

Song Qinghan raised his eyebrows, a little dissatisfied with his nice but evasive answer.

But it was still early, and if he continued to ask compulsively, he would appear a little aggressive. Why not take it slowly and see if he can catch a big fish behind it.

So he said slowly: "You can eat all the food in my family, and I will give you back five taels of silver every month. You only need to do a little."

Hua Lian couldn't help raising her head quietly, as if she wanted to know what that "point" was.

Song Qinghan narrowed his eyes, and said calmly: "You can't lie to us, even if you avoid answering, you can't lie."

Hua Lian paused, her hands clenched into fists at some point, she pursed her lips and nodded, "Yes, Master."

Apart from other things, Hualien is really a good hand in doing things, and he doesn't talk too much. He silently cleaned up the house and took care of the things that should be taken care of.

Even what Song Qinghan thought before, Zhai Su sent Hualien to lure Wu Dahu, it didn't happen at all.

Hualien is like they bought it, so well-behaved that it makes him feel a little distressed.

Wu Dahu didn't say anything about this, and the only people he cared about were Song Qinghan and Xiao Shitou. As long as Hualien didn't make any small moves, he could tolerate this taciturn female.

It's just that there are a lot of things that bother him recently. Although frequent field training is not a difficult task for him, but because of many accidents, he, as one of the most promising people in the Liangyi Hall, naturally has to bear the burden. responsibility for dealing with these contingencies.

On this day, he went to the woods in the outskirts with a large army as usual, and without knowing what the curator was thinking, he suddenly asked everyone to disperse and compete to see who could bring back the most prey.

Wu Dahu was also a hunter after all, so he didn't care about this kind of competition at all. He followed others slowly, thinking about picking up ready-made ones when they couldn't catch them.

The curator was annoyed by his downplaying attitude, and asked him to choose a direction by himself and go to a place he couldn't see before giving up.

Although he didn't know why the curator was paying so much attention to him all of a sudden, Wu Dahu obediently chose a direction where no one was around, and walked deeper into the forest at a faster speed.

The mangosteen and seasonings that Song Qinghan found before have been picked up, and if they can find a new growing place, it will be considered a worthwhile trip.

With this in mind, he didn't pay much attention to the traces of the prey, but focused on the leaves of the plants.

After discovering a few new places that could be picked, he finally corrected his attitude and decided to go back with a big prey in one go.

As he walked, he found that the traces on the road seemed a bit too messy, as if some prey bigger than a tiger passed by here.

He frowned and thought for a while, and decided to go and find out, but he didn't expect that he just got out of the dense bushes, his feet loosened, and he fell into a trap made by a hunter.

Fortunately, although the trap was deep, there were no bamboo stakes underneath, otherwise he would have been doomed to be annihilated as soon as he fell.

But unfortunately, there was already someone here, and it was a female.

The female man screamed the moment he fell, and leaned back against the dirt wall desperately, looked at him nervously, and asked tentatively, "Are you a human or a ghost? Are you still alive?"

Wu Dahu coughed, brushed away the dust raised by him, ignored the female man, and looked up at the hole that was two arms away from him.

What on earth was the hunter who dug this trap thinking?It’s fine if you don’t put bamboo stakes at the bottom. It takes time and effort to dig so deep, not to mention, even if prey does come in, how will he get the prey up?

Although Wu Dahu slandered the person who dug the trap a hundred times in his heart, he remained calm on the face. After looking around the inside of the trap, he saw that the earth wall was extremely smooth, and he thought about a way to escape.

Seeing Wu Dahu ignoring him, the female man immediately wiped out the excitement because of the outsider's arrival, folded his arms, pouted and said, "Who is he, isn't he a deaf man? Hey! You can hear me?" Are you deaf!"

Wu Dahu was thinking about the key point when his thoughts were interrupted suddenly. He was so angry that he was about to be forced out of anger. He coldly glanced at the man and said in a deep voice, "Shut up!"

The female man was frightened by his actions, jumped up like a frightened rabbit, and seemed to want to take a few steps back, far away from Wu Dahu, but it was a pity that the earth wall behind him was harder than rocks, which made him There is no way back.