A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

When Wu Dahu's figure gradually appeared in the sight of everyone in Liangyi Hall, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It was almost evening, and if he didn't come out after a while, they would think that something bad happened to him.

After seeing clearly that he was carrying a blind bear taller than him on his shoulders, everyone gasped and looked down at the prey in their hands, suddenly feeling dull.

So what if there are more prey such as hares and pheasants?After all, it is still not as powerful as other people's prey.

The curator chuckled, stepped forward and patted Wu Dahu on the shoulder, and praised: "Dahu is as brave as ever! In this competition, Wu Dahu won the first place. Do you have any objections?"

Facts speak louder than words, no one will jump out to object at this time, not to mention that it is not the first time Wu Dahu has won the first place in the competition.

Wu Dahu's expression was indifferent, and he didn't seem to be very happy about it.

He put the blind bear down, took out a dagger to cut off two bear paws, and said in a deep voice, "I will only take two bear paws from this bear, and the rest are up to you."

After finishing speaking, he didn't wait to go back with the big troops, and left without hesitation.

The curator looked at his back, a strange emotion flashed across his face, and he said to himself: "Successful?"

After Wu Dahu returned home, he threw the bear's paw into the kitchen, boiled hot water and took a shower, picked up the white and fat little stone, and told Song Qinghan what happened today, including falling into the same bed with the female man. things in the hole.

Song Qinghan didn't have any jealousy, and this matter was beyond the control of manpower, not to mention that the other party didn't promise to agree with each other afterwards, so it was just a good deed done casually, accumulating good luck.

It's just that he has become more and more bored recently. Wu Dahu has to practice martial arts every day, and occasionally he has to go out to socialize. After returning, he is exhausted. The two have a quick exchange and then go to bed, and the common topics are less and less.

Although he also wanted to open a shop, the business of the shop became booming. He only needed to open the shop for half an hour a day to sell almost everything, and he didn't need to be busy with family affairs. I really don't know what to do.

He finally understands the meaning of the lonely boudoir in the TV series.

Wu Dahu saw that Song Qinghan was gloomy, thought for a while, took his hand, and said softly: "Tomorrow, I will take you to the locations I discovered today, and bring back all the Luo Han Guo and seasonings."

Song Qinghan listened, and although he forced a smile, he didn't feel much happiness in his heart, and he didn't know what was wrong.

If Song Qinghan loses his temper with him, Wu Dahu can still think of ways to coax him, but seeing that he doesn't say a word, and his brows are clouded with sadness, Wu Dahu really doesn't know what to do.

After dinner, Wu Dahu lay on the bed, let Xiao Shitou lie in his arms, turned his head to look at Song Qinghan under the candlelight, his heart moved, and suddenly said: "Mu Han, Xiao Shitou's name is Wu Muhan, why not?" ?”

Song Qinghan was taken aback, seeing the sincerity in Wu Dahu's eyes, knowing that he was not joking, he hesitated and said: "If someone else finds out, maybe they will make a joke..."

"It doesn't matter what they do, as long as you think it's okay."

Wu Dahu interrupted suddenly, looking at him with burning eyes.

Song Qinghan's heart warmed up, but he said awkwardly on his face: "Then what if there are children in the future? What name do you want?"

Unexpectedly, Wu Dahu only thought for a moment, and then replied without hesitation: "Nian Han, Si Han, Yue Han..."

Song Qinghan laughed out loud, shot him a look, and said angrily: "I'm not a pig, how could I have so many babies!"

Seeing his long-lost smiling face, Wu Dahu felt relieved, his eyes flashed, and he said meaningfully: "That's not necessarily..."

As soon as the words fell, before Song Qinghan could refute him, he put the small stone on the soft bed beside him, wrapped his arms around Song Qinghan's waist, and rolled them onto the soft bedding together.

After a wonderful night, when Song Qinghan opened his eyes, the sky was already bright.

After they had breakfast, they took their tools and went into the woods in the outskirts. Since Wu Dahu had already visited yesterday, they walked to the new location Wu Dahu found without much effort.

Wu Dahu pointed to the top and reminded: "This tree will drop thorn balls. Don't stay too far away from me for a while, lest I can't take care of it."

Song Qinghan covered his forehead with his hands, raised his head carefully, and saw that the tree was indeed covered with many little hedgehog-like balls, and was about to nod, when he suddenly reacted and shouted: "Chestnut? This is a chestnut, right?" ?”

He bent down and pulled out a "thorn ball" that fell naturally on the grass. Seeing the hard brown shell exposed from the slit, he said pleasantly: "It's really a chestnut! Quick, find a stick and poke them all." Come down!"

Wu Dahu quickly found a thick wooden stick, told Song Qinghan to avoid it, and poked it hard at the chestnut tree. Seeing those thorn balls raining down, he couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling.

If this hits someone's head, I'm afraid it will only end in bloodshed...

Song Qinghan looked at the small mountain chestnuts in front of him, cheered happily, signaled Wu Dahu to stop, crushed the thorn shells with his feet along the cracks of the chestnuts, took out the chestnuts inside, and put them into the sack.

Wu Dahu knew what to do after reading it once. He stepped on both feet at the same time, and he finished most of the chestnuts in a short while, leaving behind a lot of sharp thorn shells.

After filling a sack of chestnuts, Song Qinghan straightened up with difficulty, and seeing Wu Dahu also looked exhausted, he burst out laughing.

As long as two people are together, no matter what they do, they will feel happy. If possible, he really wants Wu Dahu not to take part in the martial arts test. The two of them run a strange house, raise the little stone well, and reproduce a few "Nian Han", "Si Han" and "Yue Han", isn't life peaceful and beautiful?

But he is not that selfish. Although Wu Dahu's mind was to participate in the martial arts test to make money, but after so long, he can see that Wu Dahu really likes martial arts and wants to make some achievements in it. .

A man can have no money, but he can’t be without ambition. He understands Wu Dahu, so even if he feels uncomfortable, he will support Wu Dahu to continue walking. He only hopes that... when Wu Dahu’s dream comes true, they can still live together. Go back to the most authentic time.

Seeing Song Qinghan smiling with sadness in his eyes, Wu Dahu paused, walked over to hold his hand, and asked worriedly: "What's the matter? But Zhai Su came to bother me again while I was away. Killed you? Or did Hualien use some means behind the scenes?"

Song Qinghan's eyes turned red, he shook his head, and said in a low voice, "I don't know why, but I've been a little sentimental recently, probably because I'm too busy."

Seeing that he was unhappy, Wu Dahu felt his heart ache, packed up his things, put them in his basket, and said softly: "Then let's go home, I won't go to the Liangyi Hall tomorrow, I will take you Go out and relax."

Song Qinghan grabbed the corner of his clothes, and said stubbornly: "It's half a hundred steps, and you're just short of that. Why do you have to do it because of me?"

Seeing the glint of water in his eyes, Wu Dahu's heart softened, he stretched out his hand to embrace him, and whispered in his ear: "If you are not happy, what's the use of me coming here as the champion of Wu? , with my current ability, it doesn’t make any difference whether I go to the martial arts hall or not.”

Even if he said so, Song Qinghan didn't believe it. When he thought that Wu Dahu's previous efforts were in vain because he didn't go to the martial arts gym, he became even more sad, tears poured out of his eyes, like raindrops, and couldn't stop.

After finally staying through the night, after Yuan Wenxuan came back, Wu Dahu quietly pulled him aside, and asked tentatively, "Have you talked with your master these days?"

Yuan Wenxuan thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "Rarely, every time I go back to see Master, he doesn't look very happy. I was worried that I would disturb him, so I stopped looking for him."

Wu Dahu nodded, pondered for a moment, and murmured strangely: "Could it be because I'm too free? But before..."

"Is Master sick?" Yuan Wenxuan asked with a frown after pondering for a while.

Before Wu Dahu could speak, he said "I'll go to see Dr. Shi" before turning around and leaving quickly.

After rushing over, Doctor Shi saw Song Qinghan's puzzled expression, and explained: "Wenxuan is worried that you are unwell, so he specially asked me to take your pulse."

Although Song Qinghan stretched out his hand cooperatively, his expression didn't look very good, as if he was sulking at himself.

He didn't know what was wrong with him, he was so sad for no reason, and Wu Dahu and Yuan Wenxuan were a little too fussy, so if they invited Dr. Shi to come over, wouldn't it be a joke for others to see?

Doctor Shi hadn't finished his pulse yet, seeing that his eyes were red and he looked like he was about to cry, he turned his head to look at Wu Dahu, and said hesitantly: "That's it..."

Wu Dahu nodded secretly, looking at Song Qinghan who started to cry again, his heart throbbed with pain.

After taking the pulse, Doctor Shi's face looked very serious. He wanted to turn around and talk to Wu Dahu alone, but Song Qinghan stopped him and asked him to speak directly. He thought, Song Qinghan is also a doctor after all, Hearing that there was nothing serious about his condition, he said directly: "To be honest, Dr. Song's pulse...is somewhat similar to that of an old man on the west side of the mountain, but I can't tell what's wrong. One or two."

Song Qinghan and Wu Dahu looked at each other, and they both saw the shock in each other's eyes.

An old man whose day is dying?This means... is Song Qinghan going to die? !