A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

The head of the family thought about it carefully, and found that if the snow here was not artificially roasted with fire, it would not melt naturally. After thinking about it, he followed Song Qinghan's words: "After the construction is completed, it will Can't you keep warm or cook in it?"

Although this seems a bit troublesome, if the ice house is really feasible, he doesn't mind making a few according to Song Qinghan's idea, anyway, they have nothing else to do here.

Song Qinghan nodded, pointing to the wooden house with air leaks all over the place and said: "Although you can't burn a fire inside, I'm afraid it's more comfortable to live in an ice house because of the isolation from the cold wind."

The head of the family nodded and said to do it, put on the fur gloves, walked to the open space, and said straightforwardly: "Then I will make one for you now!"

Seeing that he started to grab the snow with his hands, Song Qinghan thought for a while, and suggested: "Why don't you find a few boards, fix them, put the snow in, and squeeze them into bricks?"

Seeing that he really had an idea, rather than talking nonsense, the head nodded obediently, with a serious attitude, and went to find the board to make the mold himself.

As night fell unconsciously, Song Qinghan tightened his fur, stood in the middle of the open space, and looked up at the sky.

The black curtain was covered with stars, which should have been a very beautiful and romantic thing, but Song Qinghan's heart was full of disappointment.

No, there is no moon today.

There were several howling wolves one after another in the distance, which sounded weak. I don't know if it was affected by the absence of the moon.

There was a struggling sound of "uuuuuuuuuuu" in the small black room, Song Qinghan knew that it was Goudan's drug addiction, so he walked over.

The current appearance of Goudan is completely different from that of the daytime. Although the daytime is in a trance, he still looks a bit human. Now, if he is not said to be a person, Song Qinghan may regard him as a crazy animal .

But he knew that this was not what Goudan wanted, so he took a step forward and grabbed Goudan's hand, and said in a deep voice, "Can you hear me? Yes, nod your head three times."

Goudan's hand tried to grab Song Qinghan back, but since Song Qinghan dared to grab him, he was naturally prepared. Once he used skill, Goudan could only do useless work around his arm.

After struggling for a while, Goudan finally lowered his head, tapped it three times, and whimpered: "Kill me, let me go to Xuelin, I can't take it anymore, it hurts, it hurts so much ah!"

Song Qinghan noticed the movement of his mouth from the corner of his eye, and suddenly stretched out his hand, and dislocated his jaw with lightning speed, preventing him from biting his tongue to kill himself.

Although biting your tongue doesn't mean death, Song Qinghan doesn't intend to make it worse.

Seeing that his intentions had been seen through, Goudan struggled even more fiercely, his facial features were wrinkled, and his dry and cracked skin was like old bark, with a dull color.

Seeing this, Song Qinghan took the hawthorn from Goudan's father, stuffed it into Goudan's mouth, and said calmly: "Get used to this taste, and when you become addicted to drugs, you will taste this taste, you understand? So if you don’t want to eat hawthorn anymore, just try to keep yourself from getting sick, you can do it, can’t you?”

Goudan's tears and snot flowed down together, and he shook his head in pain, but Song Qinghan made him swallow the hawthorn like coaxing a child, patted his head, and comforted him: "You can do it, trust you yourself, or, trust me."

After going back and forth like this for a few times, Goudan's first wave of drug addiction finally passed. Looking at his tired sleeping face, Song Qinghan raised his head and said to Goudan's father: "I will come to enlighten him when I am here, You have to come when I’m not around, just do what I did just now, try to comfort him, let him regain confidence, but don’t follow his wishes, untie the rope or not eat hawthorn, let him maintain this habit ,Do you understand?"

The mood of Goudanshi father was like riding a roller coaster just now, ups and downs quickly. At this time, he was exhausted, but he managed to cheer up and said: "Got it, got it, thank you doctor."

Song Qinghan patted him on the shoulder as encouragement, and said softly: "You have to be calmer and calmer than him to save him. The days are still long, so stay calm."

Looking at the back of Song Qinghan leaving, Goudanni father couldn't help crying.

Although many people here have encountered things like him and Goudan, but at this moment, he feels that only Song Qinghan really understands him.

After crying out all the sadness and pain in his heart, he wiped his face with his sleeve, his eyes filled with determination, and murmured: "It's still a long time, I can definitely cure the dog!"

When Song Qinghan went out, the head had already made dozens of ice bricks, not to mention more, it was enough to build half a house.

However, it was getting dark, Song Qinghan didn't let him continue, and stayed in the room he had arranged, preparing to recharge his batteries and fight again the next day.

Probably out of selfishness, the head of the family deliberately let Song Qinghan live in the room next to him, and the thin wooden boards could not block any sound at all, so when he heard Song Qinghan talking in his sleep, he was still a little happy, thinking that he had discovered revealed a secret of Song Qinghan.

It's just that the sleep talk sounded more and more urgent, as if Song Qinghan was trapped by some bad dream.

The head was a little worried, so he lifted the quilt, put on his fur, and walked into Song Qinghan's room.

He walked forward slowly and helped Song Qinghan tuck the blanket. Seeing Song Qinghan's brows were tightly wrinkled and his lips were pale, he couldn't bear it, and wanted to stretch out his hand to push him awake.

"Dahu...Don't Dahu, you live well...I will find Xuelian, don't worry..."

Song Qinghan's dream voice was so clear that the leader wanted to pretend that he didn't hear it. He paused for a while with his outstretched hand. For some reason, he finally just wiped the cold sweat on Song Qinghan's forehead with his sleeve. Seeing him His expression suddenly became quiet, he sighed quietly, and turned around to enter his room.

It turned out that he already had his own heart, in fact, he had already expected it, didn't he?The only thing I didn't expect was that he came to the desolate and dangerous snow field alone for the sake of his sweetheart, and he wanted to find the legendary iceberg snow lotus.

The head of the family looked at the ceiling and sighed heavily, with complicated emotions. He didn't know whether he was envious of that person or felt sorry for Song Qinghan.

In the early morning of the next day, when Song Qinghan woke up, the head of the family had already started laying bricks to build the house.

There is no need for any adhesives between the ice bricks, as long as a little water is applied, the gaps can be instantly frozen to form the most stable structure.

When he saw Song Qinghan, the face of the head of the family was a little sad for some reason, but he still smiled and said: "Are you up? Are you going out today?"

Song Qinghan nodded, glanced at the clear sky, pondered for a while, and said slowly: "Today, go to those safe places to see. If you find nothing, I want to go to the snow forest."

For some reason, even though he knew that Xuelin was dangerous, Song Qinghan was inexplicably concerned about it, especially after knowing that the direction where the moon was rising was exactly where Xuelin was.

Although the big master was stunned, he didn't say anything against it, and continued with the work at hand, without any ups and downs: "Okay, I will accompany you and bring the sled, even if there is anything, it will be more convenient."

Although Song Qinghan really wanted to say no, but he really wanted a sled, and if he drove the sled alone, he knew that the people in Feiyingzhai would be worried, so he could only make a compromise and let the big boss accompany him. He went out together.

The breakfast is still yak meat, but it is just a soup made from dried meat. Although it lacks the umami taste of fresh beef, it has more aroma of firewood.

After the two had breakfast, Song Qinghan helped build the house for a while, and after the food in his stomach was almost digested, he and the head of the family boarded a sled and headed to the depths of the snow mountain.

In fact, Song Qinghan didn't know what the growth place of the iceberg snow lotus would look like, and whether there were any obvious characteristics, so he could only observe all the surrounding places with the naked eye. The head of the family stopped and carefully checked whether there were traces of iceberg snow lotus.

This is a stupid way, but it is also the only way Song Qinghan can think of now.

Seeing that although he didn't speak, the head of the family kept reappearing emotions ranging from hope to disappointment in his eyes. His lips moved, and he seemed to want to persuade him, but he didn't say anything in the end, and drove the sled silently.

If he could have such a caring person in his life, he would die without regret...

It took the two of them a day to search all the places they could go, and of course they didn't find any trace of the iceberg snow lotus.

Song Qinghan was not discouraged, because he had expected this result a long time ago, and the reason why he continued to follow this idea was just to seek peace of mind. After all, sometimes the closer the place is, the easier it is to become his blind spot.

When the head was about to turn around and go back, Song Qinghan suddenly grabbed his arm and said slowly and firmly: "I'm going to Xuelin, you wait for me here."

The head was stunned for a moment, and when he realized what Song Qinghan said, he turned pale with shock, reached out his hand to stop him, and stopped him, saying: "No! Xuelin has always been a forbidden area, and it's not so easy to get out after entering!"

In fact, what he wanted to say was that once he got in, he couldn't get out, but facing Song Qinghan's firm expression, he couldn't say such a desperate sentence.

Song Qinghan's expression was very relaxed, he stretched his brows and eyes, and said calmly: "I know, but I still want to take a look."

Even if he knew that he was going to die, he still wanted to see it, because he had a strong premonition in his heart:

The iceberg snow lotus is in the snow forest.