A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

There was a commotion on the street, and the shopkeeper of the inn hurriedly closed the door, trying to give the illusion that no one was open.

Song Qinghan didn't know why, but he knew it was not a good thing, so he got up and prepared to go back to his room.

At this moment, the door panel was smashed from the outside with a "bang", and a group of tall and strong men walked in with the sound of wind and snow.

"Close the door? Is it useful to close the door? Can you count it in your head? Huh?"

A rough voice sounded, and the tone sounded full of gangsters.

The shopkeeper hid under the counter and shivered, not even daring to fart, as if he had forgotten his own existence.

Song Qinghan withdrew his gaze, took a step and continued to go upstairs.

"What about you? Answer!"

A bench flew up suddenly and was flying towards Song Qinghan, but when it was about to hit Song Qinghan, it burst open in front of him, turning into a pile of flying sawdust.

When he saw Song Qinghan standing in the same place without avoiding, the person who spoke had a flash of surprise on his face, raised his eyebrows and said: "It's interesting, come here!"

Song Qinghan slowly opened his eyes, and said calmly: "I'm just a passerby, and I don't have what you need on me."

After speaking, he continued to climb upstairs unhurriedly, as if he wasn't worried at all about those people throwing another bench over.

"How dare you disobey the words of the boss! See how I teach him a lesson!"

"That's right! You guys go around to the back, don't let him jump out of the window!"

"..."

However, the leader at the center of the topic suddenly raised his right hand, made a stop gesture, and said loudly: "Go to business first! Don't touch him!"

When he said this, everyone immediately stood at attention, shouted "yes", dispersed in an organized manner, and began to search the small inn.

The boss stood there for a while, then suddenly walked towards the counter, bent down and lifted the trembling shopkeeper under the counter, and said with a smirk, "Why don't you have a long memory? Every time you hide here, you want to lie to me. Or lie to yourself, huh?"

The shopkeeper frowned aggrievedly, and said in a low voice: "Brother, please forgive me, the harvest is not very good these days, I have seniors and juniors, it's really..."

"Shut up!" the head suddenly shouted, paused, thought of something, narrowed his eyes, raised his chin and nodded upstairs, and said in an inexplicable tone: "Who was that female man just now? Where are you going?"

The shopkeeper didn't realize it at first, and when he was about to ask which female man the boss was talking about, Song Qinghan's face suddenly appeared in his mind, and he suddenly realized: "It's him! I don't know, he just arrived not long ago , I asked me which snow mountain is more likely to have iceberg snowdrops, I said I have never seen this thing, how do I know, he didn't say anything, and then ordered a table of dishes, and you arrived just after eating."

"Bingshan snow lotus?" the head repeated, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he murmured: "Then use this as bait!"

After the people from Feiying Village had searched the town as usual, they gathered at the inn again.

With his hands behind his back, the boss walked up the stairs slowly, stood still in front of the door indicated by the shopkeeper, reached out and knocked on the door twice, cleared his throat and said, "This young man is here to look for snow lotus in the iceberg? There is a growing area of ​​snow lotus not far from the top, can you go and see it?"

Before he could say anything more, the door opened with a "squeak", and Song Qinghan's face appeared in front of him, asking seriously: "Are you serious?"

Seeing that this "bait" is so effective, a chrysanthemum-like smile suddenly bloomed on the face of the big master, and he said repeatedly: "Of course it is true, my majestic big master of Feiyingzhai, lied to you that you have no strength to restrain a chicken!" What do outsiders do?"

Although Song Qinghan noticed the exaggerated expression on his face, after pondering for a moment, he still agreed, nodded and said: "Then let you go and have a look, if it is fake, you will feel that the gain outweighs the loss."

Seeing that Song Qinghan was more anxious than himself, the head of the family went straight down the stairs, rolled his eyes, touched his chin, finally sneered, shook his head and said, "The gains outweigh the losses? I want to see how the gains outweigh the losses!"

The members of Feiyingzhai saw that the head of the family "deceived" this young and beautiful female man without a single soldier, they couldn't help but looked at each other, and they all saw the admiration in each other's eyes.

After Song Qinghan walked out of the inn, he saw a group of huskies parked at the gate of the town, and thought it was a mistake.

After seeing Song Qinghan's dumbfounded expression, the head master proudly introduced: "This kind of dog can run freely in the snow, and it is only found in our Feiying Village around here!"

"Come!" He took the lead in getting on the sled, stretched out his hand to Song Qinghan and said, "Come up!"

Song Qinghan naturally didn't need the support of the head of the family. Although he had never ridden a sleigh in modern times, it didn't mean he hadn't seen it. As for the initial daze, it was entirely because he didn't expect such a thing to exist in ancient times.

After everyone was seated, the head blew a whistle, and the huskies started to run spontaneously. Although they were not as "free" as the head described, they were much faster than people walking in the snow.

It's just that it was so fast, and the shaking was really shaking, Song Qinghan felt that his internal organs were about to be thrown out, especially since he had eaten so much food just now, and he hadn't digested it all yet.

Seeing that his face was livid, as if he just wanted to come, the head took out something like a snuff bottle from his pocket, put it under Song Qinghan's nose, and said loudly: "Just smell it and it will be fine!"

Song Qinghan knew it was a good thing when he smelled the fragrant and pungent smell, so he quickly reached out to take it, and took a deep breath.

As soon as the smell similar to mint rushed into his brain, it seemed to open up all the nerves, making Song Qinghan excited, dispelling the depression in his chest, and feeling refreshed.

He knew that things will go against each other, so although he was very nostalgic for this smell, he put down the utensil when he smelled it for the third time, and began to adjust his breathing to adapt to the turbulent state.

When the head master saw this scene, surprise flashed in his eyes, and a smile of appreciation appeared on his lips.

I don't know how long it has been bumping, but when the sled stopped, Song Qinghan didn't even have the strength to stand up. He squatted on the spot and gasped for several breaths before finally standing up on his knees and returning the utensil to the chief.

Although the hand extended by the head was rejected again, he didn't look too annoyed, instead he said with a smile: "Do you know what you are smelling? If you smell it a fourth time, you may never quit again." Don't drop this thing."

Song Qinghan was stunned for a moment, his heart tightened, and he frowned and said, "Poppy?"

The head of the family looked even more surprised, raised his eyebrows and said: "It seems that you know a lot, but as far as I know, only my Feiying village grows poppies in a hundred miles around, so where did you know?"

Hearing that poppies were planted in Feiying Village, Song Qinghan's face was a bit uneasy, and he said seriously: "Do you know the dangers of this thing? What are you planting it for?"

Seeing his serious expression, the head of the family also suppressed the smile on his face, and said in a deep voice: "The place where Feiying Village is located is quite special. For the people in the village, injuries are commonplace, and the Poppy you mentioned, It was an essential medicine that we needed, so we have kept the custom."

Song Qinghan looked away, surveyed the surrounding environment, and suddenly understood what the big boss meant by "special".

The place where Feiyingzhai is located is not only special, it is simply bad. On the snow-covered mountainside, some houses are randomly built with trees, and it becomes a simple living place. Let alone an avalanche, a group of wild animals come here randomly. It's enough for them to eat.

He frowned and said puzzledly: "Why do you have to live in this kind of place? Is there no place to live under the mountain?"

The head of the family smiled freely, with an inexplicable emotion in his eyes, and said slowly: "This is the mission chosen by our ancestors, and it is also what we should inherit. After so long, we are used to it."

Song Qinghan paused for a moment and remained silent. After all, according to what he meant, there were some old things involved in it. As an outsider, he naturally couldn't ask more questions.

But there was a question he had to ask, so after looking around a few times, he frowned and asked, "Where does the iceberg snow lotus grow?"

This time it was the master's turn to remain silent. Under Song Qinghan's gaze, he scratched his head and said with a chuckle, "This is just a legend. It needs to be analyzed in detail."

After speaking, he ran away in a hurry, as if he was afraid that Song Qinghan would ask questions.

Song Qinghan looked at the big head who disappeared from sight in the blink of an eye, looked back at the boundless white snow, knew that he would not be able to go on with only his own legs, so he could only sigh in resignation, and slowly Going up, I decided to stay here for a while to find out whether the iceberg snow lotus is true or not, and then make a decision.

Seeing Song Qinghan coming up, the head of the family had a triumphant smile on his lips, pulled him enthusiastically, and greeted the people in the village.

The skin of the people who live here is somewhat chapped, and it will become as dry as bark after a long time, so when they see Song Qinghan, a juicy man and woman, they can't help showing a kind smile.

Song Qinghan was a little impatient at first, but when he found that the people here were not as difficult to get along with as he imagined, he let go of his guard a little bit and accepted them tentatively.

But after walking not far, a thin man suddenly jumped out from the side, stopped in front of Song Qinghan, put his hips on his hips, and burst out laughing.

The head of the family hurriedly stood in the middle, seeing the man laughing for a while, then lying on the ground and rolling over, his face was gloomy: "Has the dog smoked too much again?"

An elderly female man ran out staggeringly, hugged the goudan in the mouth of the big master, and cried: "Da master, please give the goudan another chance! He will definitely learn well, but This time I really couldn't bear it anymore, watching him hit the wall made my heart ache!"