A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

After half a stick of incense, a one-meter-square cage appeared in Wu Dahu's hands.

Song Qinghan went to find some soft thatch, put it in the cage, then looked around the yard, and finally locked his eyes on the corner where the firewood was placed.

With firewood blocked, even if it rains, the little rabbit door will not be drenched.

He carried two rabbits and put them into the cage, then threw some green vegetable leaves in, closed the cage door, and it was done.

After finishing the rabbit, it was already dark. The two cooked some soup with dried meat, ate it with rice, and fell asleep early.

Early the next morning, the two walked into the back mountain together.

In front of the octagonal tree, Wu Dahu asked Song Qinghan to pick it slowly, while he took him as the center and explored the prey.

At noon, Wu Dahu appeared with two pheasants and a hare in his hand.

Song Qinghan had already picked a large basket of star anise, and let Wu Dahu carry it on his back, and the two walked down the mountain.

After returning home, Wu Dahu went to process the game, while Song Qinghan washed the star anise, spread it evenly in the yard, and waited for the sun to dry them naturally.

After tidying up, Song Qinghan made a pot of tea with the fresh Luo Han Guo picked yesterday. After the two drank the tea comfortably, Wu Dahu suddenly asked, "Are those Luo Han Guo preserved like this?"

These words reminded Song Qinghan, he shook his head, recalled the appearance of Luo Han Guo he saw in modern times, and said uncertainly: "The outer fluff should be removed before drying."

He originally wanted to try to deal with one yesterday, but he accidentally found the two rabbits, so he delayed it.

Wu Dahu nodded, rolled up his sleeves and went straight to work.

From nowhere, he took out a piece of sandpaper, carefully shaved the mangosteen fruit one by one, and put them in a basin.

Seeing this, Song Qinghan carefully placed the shelf on the stove, put the depilated Luo Han Guo on the shelf, and slowly roasted it.

The two cooperated tacitly, and each dark brown Luo Han Guo gradually took shape, and was put into the cloth bag by Song Qinghan.

He was going to sell these Luo Han Guo tomorrow when he was going to sell seasonings. He would have the confidence to keep selling them as long as he could sell the first batch.

At night, the star anise was basically dried, so Wu Dahu collected them all, and put them into a big cloth bag together with ginger, onion and garlic.

After preparing these things for sale, he used Song Qinghan's method to make dried meat from the prey he hunted in the morning, cut it into small dices the size of a fingernail, and sealed it in a kraft paper bag.

After a busy and fulfilling day, while sleeping, Song Qinghan heard Wu Dahu cough twice, and couldn't help but said: "It's always hurting your body to hit the floor, why don't you come up to sleep."

After Wu Dahu was silent for a while, he still refused: "No, the bed is small, if I get on it, you won't be able to sleep well."

Song Qinghan looked at the cramped bed, thought for a while, and suggested: "Then let's do this, if we sell well tomorrow, then go buy a big bed and come back."

Wu Dahu originally wanted to say that after getting the big bed, he would have to have another room to fit the small bed, but seeing the excitement in Song Qinghan's tone, he couldn't bear to refuse, nodded and said: "Okay, that's it stop."

There was nothing to say all night, and the next morning, Wu Dahu got up earlier than Song Qinghan, cooked the yam, heated up the jerky, packed all the things in a basket, carried it on his back, and set off with him after breakfast.

Because Song Qinghan couldn't walk that far, Wu Dahu took him to a neighboring village, paid the money, got on a bullock cart, and headed towards the town.

Although I had already been to the town once last time, but that was just a cursory look, and I didn't feel anything special.

This time with Wu Dahu, Song Qinghan carefully surveyed the town, and found that although the town is small, it has all internal organs, including grain and oil shops, iron shops, fabric shops... everything.

Song Qinghan stared at Wu Dahu's white-washed clothes with curly hair for a moment, thinking that although dressing Wu Dahu too well would make him feel in danger, he still wanted to dress Wu Dahu decently, It's also pleasing to watch.

The two rushed directly to the butcher's shop. Butcher Chen was happy to see that it was about to open so soon, and he treated the two of them more kindly. He picked up a piece of fresh ribs and said, "Both of you are here to buy meat? Do you want ribs?"

Wu Dahu put down the basket, took out the bag of dried meat, poured four or five yuan into his hand, handed it over, and said, "Chen Butcher, have a taste of this meat."

Butcher Chen glanced at it and saw that it was just ordinary jerky cut into small cubes. He took it half amused and half disdainful, and put it in his mouth.

As soon as he took a bite, his eyes lit up. He pointed to the meat in his mouth and said, "Brother Big Tiger! What kind of meat is this? Why is it so delicious? Is it for sale?"

He and Wu Dahu are old acquaintances, after all, he is the only one who pays fair money in the butcher shops in all directions, and hunters like to come to him to sell goods, and they get to know each other once they come and go.

Wu Dahu raised his eyebrows slightly, and said calmly: "It's just an ordinary pheasant."

Butcher Chen subconsciously denied, "Impossible!"

He eats a lot of pheasant meat, no matter how it is cooked, it cannot taste like this.

He thought that Wu Dahu didn't want to tell him, so he pondered for a while, and then discussed: "Brother Dahu, you also know my reputation, and I can give you a fair price for a nearby place. To be honest, the taste of this meat is really good, if you want a high price, it is not impossible. Can you tell me the truth now? What kind of meat is this?"

Wu Dahu remained calm, and said seriously: "Pheasant, but..."

Butcher Chen's face darkened, seeing that he still had half to say, he hurriedly asked, "But what?"

Wu Dahu grabbed a handful of star anise, onion and garlic from the basket, and said with a smile, "But it's pheasant meat with added ingredients."

Butcher Chen took a closer look, frowned slightly, and said suspiciously: "Is this the thing? Are you lying to me?"

Wu Dahu shook his head with a smile, and said nonchalantly, "How about my reputation? Butcher Chen also knows it well. If you don't believe me, then why don't I send you a copy to try?"

After finishing speaking, he matched the proportion of seasonings that should be used for a catty of meat, and handed it over.

Butcher Chen took the seasoning with hesitation, and seeing his sincerity, he promised: "I'll try it when I go back. If the taste really improves, I'll buy it from you in the future. By the way, how much do you sell for this one?" money?"

Wu Dahu thought for a moment, and asked, "How about three pieces of money?"

Butcher Chen slapped his thigh, waved his hands repeatedly and said, "It's too cheap! If it's really so delicious, it can be sold for five cents."

Song Qinghan didn't have much idea about the money here. He only regarded a penny as a dollar. Seeing that a pack of seasoning can be sold for five dollars, he thought it was not bad, so he nodded and agreed: "Just Let's do it according to Butcher Chen, after all, he has more experience."

Seeing that Song Qinghan was quite sensible, Chen Butcher gave him a strange look, but his thoughts were different from the rumors.

Wu Dahu nodded obediently, remembering the purpose of his visit today, and said directly: "Chen Butcher, we want to send some dried meat to those who buy meat from you, okay?"

"Give it away?" Chen Butcher looked at his big bag of jerky, feeling a little distressed, but seeing that he had made up his mind, he had no choice but to say, "What's wrong with that? You give it to my customers, and I still want to thank you." !"

Wu Dahu said honestly: "Actually, I mainly want to sell the seasoning."

Butcher Chen thought it was a bit funny, but he could understand their method, he waved his hands casually and said, "It's up to you, as long as you don't drive my guests away!"

Song Qinghan and Wu Dahu looked at each other, nodded at the same time, and placed all the things they brought beside the butcher shop.

Butcher Chen saw that their yams looked delicious, so he couldn't help but bought two to eat, and said to Wu Dahu while eating, "Brother Dahu! You are going to be prosperous these days! I don't know about these weird things. How did you fiddle with it, don't tell me, others can't learn it!"

With a calm face, Wu Dahu took a Luo Han Guo and gave it to Butcher Chen, saying: "I'll take this back and boil water for you to drink, it can be used for fire."

Butcher Chen took it without much hesitation, smiled at Wu Dahu, and said, "You boy, it seems that the things you brought today are specially for me! Coincidentally, I happened to have a Bubbles, need to fire!"

While the two were chatting and laughing, people who bought meat came over one after another. Basically, no one would refuse to eat jerky for free.

After eating, some people immediately bought a few seasonings and went back, and some said to go back and think about it, but it finally opened, which was much better than the situation they were worried about not being able to sell even one.

The yam was indeed the best selling thing they brought, cheap and filling, some people came from other parts of the town to buy a few yuan and eat it slowly.

As for Luo Han Guo, none of them were sold.

It's no wonder that the common people don't buy it, it's just that they are more willing to go to the pharmacy to buy this kind of things similar to medicinal materials. After all, who knows if such a mobile hawker can be found after the accident?

However, there was a strange old man who stood by the side for a long time after buying the meat. After all the people had left, he slowly walked over and picked up a Luo Han Guo to have a look.

Song Qinghan smiled and said: "This is called Luo Han Guo. It clears away heat and cools blood, and is beautifying and beautifying. Soaking it in water is the best thing to drink on weekdays."

The old man broke open the Luo Han Guo and smelled it, doubts flashed in his eyes, and he asked, "Where did you get this?"

Song Qinghan frowned, but still replied patiently: "This is our exclusive secret recipe, so naturally it cannot be passed on to the outside world."

The old man glanced at Song Qinghan, and said in a strange tone: "Which family do you belong to? Why do I have such strange eyes?"

Seeing that he wanted to buy it or not, Song Qinghan's face was not looking good, and he said in a deep voice, "There are so many people in this world, how could you know everyone?"

Unexpectedly, the old man thought about it seriously, and agreed: "This statement makes sense, I want all of your Luo Han Guo."