A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

In the early morning of the next day, Song Qinghan got up with Wu Dahu, and went to the back mountain after breakfast.

The back mountain is still shrouded in mist, which makes people feel a little cold.

The place where the yam was found last time was already bald, but Wu Dahu didn't dig it all up, and kept it for the next year to continue harvesting.

However, due to a bald spot, a corner of the downhill plant was exposed.

Song Qinghan stared at that corner, and suddenly said: "Dahu, go pick that fruit and show me."

Downhill is prone to accidents, so Song Qinghan didn't plan to do it himself, and Wu Dahu walked over obediently and picked a blue-yellow fruit.

He looked at Song Qinghan's face, and finally decided to remind: "This fruit is called 'Sweet Dead Man', although it can be eaten, but the tongue will be numb after eating, so unless you are too hungry, you will lick it Other than licking it, other people won't eat it either."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, Song Qinghan broke open the fruit and licked it with his tongue.

Wu Dahu snatched the fruit with his hands, looked at his lips nervously, and asked anxiously, "Are you okay? How is your tongue? Show me it."

Song Qinghan opened his mouth, stuck out his tongue to show him, and said funnyly: "Licked a little, it's fine."

Seeing that there were no other abnormalities in him, Wu Dahu breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes stayed on his pink lips for a while longer.

Song Qinghan didn't notice his gaze, pouted his lips, nodded with satisfaction and said, "This tastes right, pick all these fruits!"

Wu Dahu paused, but in the end he didn't say anything, and went over honestly to pick up the blue-yellow fruit.

"Xiaohan..." he picked it up and said suddenly.

Song Qinghan was carefully searching other places, when he heard his voice, he turned his head and asked in doubt: "What's wrong?"

Wu Dahu hesitated for a while, as if he was trying to organize his words, and then said after a while: "How do you know these things are edible? Like the tickle sticks and prickly balls from before..."

Song Qinghan's heart tightened, but Wu Dahu still noticed this abnormality.

If you don't know these things, you can use amnesia to blur the past, but knowing how to eat these things, how can this be vague?

Wu Dahu glanced at him, seeing his serious expression, suddenly lowered his head, and whispered: "Actually, you have already recovered part of your memory. Did you learn these things in the town?"

Seeing that he made up the lie for himself, Song Qinghan nodded hurriedly, and said repeatedly: "Yes, yes, some memories have come back. I have seen these things in books before, so I remembered them when I saw them. Already!"

Hearing his answer, Wu Dahu had an expression of "as expected" on his face, and suddenly stopped picking the fruit, avoiding his eyes, and asked carefully: "Then when all your memories come back, you, you will Won't you hate me?"

Song Qinghan's expression was stagnant, and he said vaguely: "Probably not, what's the use of resenting you?"

Because of his guilty conscience, he didn't dare to look at Wu Dahu's expression, so he didn't notice the sadness that flashed in Wu Dahu's eyes.

Yes, what's the use of resentment?The deal is done, either continue to live with him, or ask Lin Dafu for forgiveness, where is there a third choice?

The two were silent for a while, and finally Wu Dahu broke the delicate atmosphere: "What's the name of these fruits? Are they soaked in wine like sugar jars?"

Song Qinghan breathed a sigh of relief, nodded, and said briskly: "This is called Luo Han Guo, a kind of medicinal material that is used to soak in water to drink. It can clear away heat and cool blood, produce body fluid and relieve cough, and it can also beautify the skin. It is a very good thing .”

After hearing this, Wu Dahu asked with some doubts: "Then why does your tongue feel numb after eating it? Isn't it only when you are poisoned that you feel numb?"

Song Qinghan recalled the misunderstanding of people here about yam, laughed, and explained: "Paralysis is indeed a common reaction to poisoning. Some things will use poisonous substances to protect themselves, such as the layer of mucus in yam, but as long as these toxic substances are removed, They're good things in their own right."

"And this mangosteen." He raised the two halves of the mangosteen in his hand, chuckled and said, "It's not because they are poisonous that they paralyze people. Just out of paralysis."

"But once the mangosteen is processed, it will be very beneficial."

Wu Dahu nodded half-understood, only he himself knew how much he heard, but the only thing he can be sure of now is: Song Qinghan's beaming face is really good-looking.

After Wu Dahu had picked most of the basket of Luo Han Guo, the two started on the road again, pushing aside the dense bushes.

After walking for a while, Wu Dahu suddenly stopped, stretched out his hand to pick something, turned around and put it into Song Qinghan's hand, and said with a smile: "I know that many females think this thing looks good."

Song Qinghan looked at the octagonal green plant in the palm of his hand, subconsciously said: "Succulent?"

Wu Dahu thought that he had discovered something again, so he told what he knew: "This food is a little sweet when you first eat it, but after a while, your throat feels like it's burning, and you need to drink a lot of water to relieve it."

Song Qinghan squeezed this little ball-shaped thing, broke a little of the skin, and sniffed it.

"Ah, so it's star anise!" He suddenly realized.

Seeing that he had made a new discovery, Wu Dahu hurriedly asked, "What's so good about this star anise? Do you want to pick some back?"

Song Qinghan nodded, remembering Wu Dahu once said that people here don't know how to eat seasonings, so he said: "Pick some and go back and try it. I will give you a try when the time comes. If you are not used to eating this food, you can eat it as well." It's useless."

He knows that it is difficult to change a person's eating habits since he was a child. It is good to add onion and ginger to change the taste, but not everyone can get used to the strong smell of star anise.

Seeing that he was not as happy as before, Wu Dahu's mood dropped a little, he picked a few handfuls of star anise and continued walking.

After walking for half an hour, Wu Dahu reckoned that Song Qinghan's physical strength was about to fail, so he prepared to go back home.

Just when he turned his head, he suddenly caught sight of a ball on a big tree out of the corner of his eye.

"Honeycomb?!" He said in surprise, with joy in his tone.

Song Qinghan followed his line of sight to the big tree, and saw that there was indeed a beehive the size of a basketball in the middle of the tree trunk, and there were a few single bees flying around it, and he didn't know whether to go out or go home.

Wu Dahu put down the basket, raised his head and said to Song Qinghan, "You wait for me here, and I'll go pick that beehive off."

Song Qinghan was so shocked that he grabbed his hand and stopped him: "This is too dangerous, there are so many bees, you will be stung to death!"

Seeing his fuss, Wu Dahu was half amused and half heartwarming, reached out and patted the back of his hand, and comforted him: "Don't worry, this is something I've been used to since I was a child, there won't be any problems."

Song Qinghan watched in horror as Wu Dahu collected pine branches and other materials on the ground. In his mind, heaven and man were at war, and he didn't know whether he should run first for self-protection or stay for loyalty.

After preparing the materials for burning, Wu Dahu judged the downwind direction and said with a smile, "It's just right. If you get scared later, hide in the bushes. The bees won't sting you if they haven't smelled your scent."

If he didn't say this, Song Qinghan was really going to find a place to hide, but when he said this, Song Qinghan's inner masculinity burst out, and he opened his eyes wide and said: "Who said I'm afraid! You are not afraid of anything I am afraid of! Anyway, if it stings, it stings you, I will stand here and make fun of you later!"

Wu Dahu couldn't tell that he was stern and mean-spirited, although his words were not very nice, but he was inexplicably cute, making people want to pinch his angry little face.

Seeing that Song Qinghan's legs would tremble if he didn't move again, Wu Dahu reached out his hand and took out the flint, quickly lit the pine branch, fanned it gently with cattail leaves, and let the dense smoke drift towards the hive.

Although Song Qinghan had heard of the theory that smoke could be used to drive away bees in modern times, this was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes, and he couldn't help holding his breath for a while, waiting for the final result.

After the thick smoke poured into the hive, the bees inside seemed to be fleeing, and ran out in a swarm, flying down the direction of the wind, and disappeared after a while.

After waiting for half a stick of incense, Wu Dahu quickly climbed up the tree, picked off the beehive, and slid down holding the trunk.

This series of actions made Song Qinghan's eyes widen, as if he was meeting Wu Dahu for the first time.

Wu Dahu walked over with the hive in his arms, with an expression on his face that Song Qinghan had never seen before, as if to prove how unnecessary Song Qinghan's worries were.

He turned his head and looked at the pine branches that were about to burn to the end, picked up the basket, and said to Song Qinghan: "Let's go quickly, we will really be stung by bees if we are late."

Song Qinghan came back to his senses, nodded subconsciously, and followed him towards home.

On the way back, Song Qinghan looked at the beehive frequently, as if he was still immersed in the scene just now, and said in doubt: "The beehive is so easy to pick, so they won't come here to build nests again?"

Wu Dahu was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Song Qinghan to be worried about the fate of the bees, and said amusedly: "They build nests very quickly, and they can build a nest exactly like this in a few hours. Don't worry about them being harmless." home."

Song Qinghan gave him a strange look, and muttered: "I'm not worried that they will be homeless, I'm worried that there will be no beehives to pick in the future."

Wu Dahu came to his senses, laughed, patted the hive and said, "Don't worry, after you finish eating, I'll just go to the mountain to look for it, and they can't get out of this mountain either."

When he said this, Song Qinghan looked back at the dense forest, and asked curiously: "How big is this mountain? Why do I feel as if I can't walk to the side? There can't be tigers inside, right?"