A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

After all, it was Xiao Shitou's hundred-day banquet. If it was too shabby, the father would feel sorry for it. In the end, Wu Dahu gritted his teeth and wrote all the names he remembered in the Liangyi Hall on the invitation card. I believe they should not As for not even giving this little face.

After preparing the invitation cards, the two began to make the wedding noodles and other items to be used as return gifts for the Hundred Days Banquet. To show their sincerity, they had to make them by themselves. , it is really difficult.

The two of them worked until late at night, and finally took a hot bath and went to bed to rest until they were exhausted.

Early the next morning, when Song Qinghan woke up, he found that Yuan Wenxuan was already busy in the kitchen. He looked up at the sky, frowned and said, "Wenxuan, why don't you go to Huichun Hall?"

Yuan Wenxuan hesitated for a while, but said truthfully: "Master and Uncle Wu are too busy, I want to stay at home and help out for a while before going back to Chuntang..."

Song Qinghan froze for a moment, glanced at the messy courtyard, and sighed secretly.

It would be fine if there were no servants to serve her all the time, but once she has been served by capable servants, the sudden feeling of self-sufficiency is really uncomfortable.

He pondered for a moment, straightened his face, and said to Yuan Wenxuan, who looked cute, "Master will buy a servant today and come back to help. You can continue to help and study in Huichuntang. You don't have to worry about family affairs. I will follow you." Your Uncle Wu is here, do you understand?"

Yuan Wenxuan nodded obediently, bowed to Song Qinghan, and walked out.

"Hey, why are you here?"

Hearing Yuan Wenxuan's voice, Song Qinghan walked quickly to the gate of the courtyard, saw a person kneeling at the gate, and asked in surprise, "Hualien? Why are you here?"

Seeing that he couldn't help much, Yuan Wenxuan lifted his foot and left, but he had a premonition in his heart: Master probably doesn't need to buy a servant today.

Hua Lian still maintained that humble posture of looking down at the ground, her lips were pursed into a straight line, and she said slowly: "Master...Mr. Song, I did something wrong this time. There is no way to repay my family for saving my family, I only wish to dedicate this humble life to Mr. Song, and I hope you will be successful!"

As soon as the words fell, he kowtowed heavily and maintained a prostrate posture, as if he would not raise his head if Song Qinghan did not agree.

Seeing his appearance, Song Qinghan couldn't bear it, but he had a lot of worries and couldn't make a decision at the moment, so he could only say: "Get up first, since we won't punish you, why should you be so self-deprecating? Live a good life with your family from now on, Mo Just fall into the trap of the villain again."

Unexpectedly, Hua Lian smiled lowly, and said in a tone of talking about the weather: "My family has sold the house and left here. Mr. Song, don't worry about this happening again in the future. I won't be coerced again!"

Song Qinghan looked at him in shock, and couldn't help asking: "Why did you leave? Where did you go? Why didn't you follow?"

Hua Lian raised her head slightly, and said calmly: "I told them to leave, not to mention they were afraid of trouble again, so they sold the house overnight and left with the merchant who delivered the goods. As for where they went, I don't know. , everyone can be safe in the future."

If he didn't listen to the content, Song Qinghan would never have imagined that Hualien was in a situation where there was no way out. He couldn't help but look back at Wu Dahu, and asked quietly: "What should I do?"

Wu Dahu knew that Song Qinghan was hesitating, thought for a while, and suggested: "Why don't we let him take care of the things in the shop? Let's concentrate on preparing for Xiaoshishi's [-]-day banquet. As for the residence..."

"I could live in a shop."

Hua Lian said ahead of Wu Dahu, as if she was afraid that it would trouble them.

He could understand the concerns of Wu Dahu and Song Qinghan, the so-called "one bite by a snake, three years of fear of well ropes", it is already a lucky thing for them to accept him, and there should be no extravagance.

Wu Dahu took a look at Hualien, then turned his head to look at Song Qinghan, and said slowly: "Let's leave it at that for now, let's talk about the rest later."

Song Qinghan frowned. Although he felt that this move was a little inappropriate for Hualien, he couldn't think of a way to get the best of both worlds other than this one, so he sighed and nodded, "That's all. Come over to eat, the monthly money will be given to you as usual, but I can’t give you that much, so let’s pay one or two taels of silver.”

Hua Lian raised her head abruptly, and said happily, "Thank you master, thank you young master, I don't need monthly money, as long as I have a bite to eat, that's enough."

Seeing his dusty appearance, Song Qinghan stretched out his hand to pull him up, pointed to the kitchen and said, "You boil the hot water yourself, put on my clothes first, after a few days you get the monthly payment and then make the right ones yourself. By the way, the food is still hot, you fill your stomach first."

Hua Lian subconsciously wanted to refuse, but he knew that Song Qinghan always hated disobedient people, so he respectfully said: "Yes, master husband."

After Hualien entered the kitchen, Song Qinghan looked at his thin figure and couldn't help but said, "It's really pitiful, so shall we buy a servant?"

Seeing that Wu Dahu didn't speak, he followed Wu Dahu's line of sight to look out, and when he saw the figure at the door, he immediately put away the expression on his face.

"Do you still have a face?"

Wu Dahu frowned, clenched his fists, and looked like he was suppressing his anger.

Zhai Su stood quietly on the spot, stretched out her hand and lifted the curtain covering her head, revealing her face covered with red scratches.

"You're right, it's because I'm ashamed that I'm here."

Song Qinghan could clearly see that there were no red spots or red spots on his face, which meant that the scratches on his face were all scratched by him under the influence of psychology, and had nothing to do with illness.

He didn't want Zhai Su to be so entangled anymore, so he said in a flat tone: "The medicine is lying to you, you haven't been poisoned by any poison, that's why the doctor can't see it."

Zhai Su chuckled, stretched out her hand to caress her face slowly, and said slowly, "Do you think I came to you to ask for an antidote? Or to trouble you?"

"You're wrong, I'm here to say goodbye to you."

After speaking, he took a deep look at Wu Dahu, seeing that Wu Dahu didn't speak, he shook his head in self-deprecating manner, put down the curtain, turned and walked away.

Through the gap between the gates of the courtyard, Wu Dahu saw Zhai Su getting into a large carriage supported by a man, narrowed his eyes and said, "It's that wild man."

The carriage gradually drifted away, Song Qinghan breathed a sigh of relief unknowingly, and said to himself: "I don't know where he went and whether he will come back..."

Wu Dahu took his hand, and said softly: "Don't worry about him, after this, if he dares to make trouble, sooner or later he will risk his life."

Song Qinghan nodded, and asked Wu Dahu to hand out the invitation cards, while he went back to continue making happy noodles and other things.

After Hualien came out after taking a bath and changing clothes, she couldn't help but stepped forward and asked, "Master, can I help? My house used to be run by me."

Song Qinghan suddenly remembered that Hualien had said that he was the eldest son in the family, but no matter how old he was, he would not be so big when he helped his younger brothers prepare the hundred-day banquet. Alas, the children of poor families are really the head of the family.

He moved aside a seat and said to Hualien, "Come together, we don't understand anything, and we still rely on you."

Hua Lian nodded obediently, sat on the corner of the bench, and quickly wrapped the prepared noodles and other things in kraft paper.

With the help of Hualien, Song Qinghan's progress was much faster. When Wu Dahu came back, they had already prepared almost half of the things.

After lunch, Song Qinghan brought Hualien to the store, revised the opening time, and introduced the efficacy and price of each item to him one by one. He wanted to simulate the scene of customers coming to the door, but there are those who can't wait The customer directly asked Hualien to conduct "practical training".

Song Qinghan watched from the side, seeing that although Hua Lian's expression was faintly revealing nervousness, her utterance was still clear and she didn't make any obvious low-level mistakes, so she couldn't help nodding with satisfaction.

After the shoppers left, Song Qinghan explained to Hualien the other precautions and then went back. The shops on the left and right were close, so if there was anything wrong, he could take care of it in time.

Four days passed in a blink of an eye, and finally came the day of Little Stone's Hundred Days Banquet.

What Wu Dahu didn't expect was that not only all the people he invited came, but some people he didn't invite also came "uninvited".

Mr. Zhu stood at the door, looking at Wu Dahu and Song Qinghan with guilty conscience, but he still firmly put the gift box in his hand on the table, and said guiltily: "The old man was not honest about what happened before. Please, I can understand, but this gift must be accepted. It contains not only my intentions, but also Zhuying's intentions. He can walk freely now, and he had a fight with that kid from the Gao family yesterday. I lost, but it was an honorable defeat, thanks to Dr. Song's treatment."

Song Qinghan smiled faintly, did not refuse his gift, put the return gift in his hand, and said slowly: "Thank you, Sir, you can reduce the amount of lemon slices, too much is not beneficial."

In fact, Zhu Lao came here not only to give gifts, but also wanted to ask Zhu Ying what to do in the future. Hearing Song Qinghan's initiative to inform, he was very grateful, nodded and said: "Okay! Doctor Song is benevolent, benevolent!"

Although old man Gao now knew that he didn't need to compete with Mr. Zhu for the yard of Song Qinghan's house, he still rushed over like fighting spirit. However, he and Song Qinghan were not that familiar. Bickering and leaving.

Song Qinghan looked at the backs of the two, smiled and said: "These two seem to be the most incompatible, but no matter who leaves the other, they will be very uncomfortable."

Wu Dahu nodded in agreement. In fact, he didn't think that the two really had an enmity from the very beginning. If there was an enmity, why would they spend a lot of time on each other?He wanted to use one word to describe the relationship between the two, but he couldn't think of a suitable one for a long time. It was not until Song Qinghan said "Love and kill each other" seemingly unintentionally, that he suddenly realized, and said to himself: "It is indeed true. Falling in love and killing each other..."