A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Song Qinghan thought he had an auditory hallucination, and stammered: "What, what? What did you just say?"

The old man used actions instead of words, took out a small ingot from his bosom, put it in Song Qinghan's hand, lifted the bag of Luo Han Guo, and asked, "Is that enough?"

Song Qinghan held the small ingot and looked at Wu Dahu helplessly, as if he wanted to ask him for help.

Wu Dahu nodded, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, are you the famous Miracle Doctor Luo in Huichun Hall?"

The old man chuckled, waved his hands nonchalantly and said, "What miracle doctor? Where in this world can you find a miracle doctor? This old man is just a mortal."

After finishing speaking, he thought for a while, and said to Song Qinghan: "A week later, you can take another bag of Luo Han Guo to Huichun Hall. If it is verified by the old man, your fruit does have medicinal effects, and the old man will buy it all. If it is invalid, the old man will buy it." I will not hold you accountable, but you are not allowed to talk nonsense about the efficacy of this fruit, okay?"

Song Qinghan was stunned for a moment, and after he realized it, he nodded and said, "Of course, if Luo Han Guo is ineffective, I won't even sell it again."

The old man gave him a serious look, nodded, and turned to leave.

After his figure disappeared from his sight, Song Qinghan said with emotion: "It's really generous, once you buy it, it's a bag, and you have to take it back and test it yourself..."

Seeing that he didn't understand, Wu Dahu explained: "Dr. Luo used to be an imperial doctor in the palace. He retired and returned to his hometown after getting old. Huichuntang specially opened a medicine shop here for him. It needs Dr. Luo to take care of it. He only needs to come out for consultation when he is happy, so even the time for consultation is never fixed. Doctor's chance."

Song Qinghan gave a "tsk", enviously said: "It will be great when I can get such treatment..."

This was the first time Wu Dahu heard him say such a thing. After a pause, he asked, "Do you want to open a medicine shop and become a doctor?"

Song Qinghan understood that Wu Dahu took his words seriously, and quickly waved his hands, explaining: "I just think it feels good to be a top talent in the industry and to be able to control my own life. It's not that I want to open a drug store. I'm fine with needle and thread, let me recognize those medicinal materials, I'm really crazy!"

If he hadn't had a headache when he read books such as Compendium of Materia Medica, he would not have chosen Western medicine, but Chinese medicine.

After all, Chinese medicine is more extensive and profound in his eyes, and the wonderful effect produced by the combination of different medicinal materials is much more interesting than the well-behaved western medicine.

Wu Dahu nodded half understanding, looked at the sky, and said, "Let's find a place to have lunch, and then go shopping after lunch."

Song Qinghan hadn't eaten outside since he came here, so he said excitedly: "Okay, what shall we eat!"

But as soon as the words were out of his mouth, he became discouraged, and said slyly: "You don't even know how to use seasoning, what delicious food can you make? Why don't you eat jerky..."

Wu Dahu looked at him amusedly, put away the leftovers, patted his head, and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to eat once and you'll know."

After the two said goodbye to Butcher Chen, they walked towards a small alley.

Song Qinghan saw Wu Dahu leading him around, walking more and more out of the way, and couldn't help asking: "What kind of shop is open in this place? If customers with bad sense of direction, they can't come to eat."

Wu Dahu was taken aback, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he explained: "The shopkeeper of that store has bad legs and feet, so he can only cook at home. It's not very famous, but it's the best food I've ever eaten, better than restaurants. The ones inside are even more delicious, and the people who come here to eat are usually old faces, which may have something to do with the reason you mentioned."

While the two were talking, a small open shop appeared in front of them. A middle-aged man who looked a bit fierce was sitting behind the counter, as if he was trying to settle accounts.

Wu Dahu led Song Qinghan straight over, sat on the table in the center, and said to the man, "Master Jing, bring us three signature dishes and a pot of hot wine."

Jing Ge looked up at the two of them, a look of surprise flashed across his face, he got up and said, "It's your boy, this is your husband?"

Song Qinghan noticed that he was limping when he walked, and it seemed that he had indeed injured his leg.

Wu Dahu nodded slightly, and said affirmatively: "Yes, this is my husband, Song Qinghan."

This was the first time Song Qinghan heard Wu Dahu address him in such a serious manner, and a strange feeling flashed in his heart, and he actually felt a little sweet.

Jingge laughed, walked behind the curtain in a flash, and disappeared.

After he left, Song Qinghan took a closer look at the small shop.

However, apart from tables, chairs, counters and some miscellaneous items, there are no other decorations, not even an order list.

He said thoughtfully: "Because all the customers here are regular customers, so you don't even need a menu, just order what you want to eat."

Wu Dahu nodded, indicating that his guess was completely correct, and added by the way: "There is another reason, he cooks whatever ingredients he buys, and there is no fixed menu, so there is no need to make a menu. "

Song Qinghan clicked his tongue in amazement, and thought that if this was placed in modern times, it would be a proper hermit master. I don't know how many people would want to find out.

Jing Ge didn't make them wait any longer, but in just one cup of tea, three dishes, two bowls of rice, two wine glasses and a jug of still steaming wine came out.

Song Qinghan saw that the fish on the plate was scalded with hot oil, and the fish shrank slightly, looking like a live fish, so he knew the freshness of the ingredients.

He picked up the chopsticks, picked up a piece of fish, dipped it in the soup, and put it in his mouth.

The natural umami taste of the fish and the sweetness of the tomatoes swirled and bloomed on the tip of the tongue, hitting Song Qinghan's taste buds.

He couldn't help sighing: "This is really delicious, much more delicious than I imagined!"

Wu Dahu also took a bite of the fish, nodded, and said in Jingge's direction, "Master Jing's craftsmanship has improved even more, he is worthy of being the Queen of the Royal Chef."

Jingge waved his hand, and said indifferently: "What is the imperial chef and not the imperial chef, isn't he just a cook, don't boast all over the sky, I will not lose money."

Seeing how funny he was, Song Qinghan and Wu Dahu looked at each other and smiled.

Wu Dahu took a sip of wine after eating a few mouthfuls of food. From the corner of his eyes, Song Qinghan looked at the cup in his hand curiously, and asked hesitantly, "You want to drink too?"

Song Qinghan nodded like a chick pecking at rice, then remembered that he was pregnant now, coughed lightly, and said in embarrassment: "I just want to taste it, so I don't want to drink too much."

Before he finished speaking, Wu Dahu poured a glass of wine and placed it in front of him.

Song Qinghan picked up the cup of warm wine curiously, put it on his lips and took a sip, frowned slightly, and asked strangely: "Why doesn't it taste good at all?"

Before Wu Dahu said anything, Jingge quit, slapped the account book in his hand on the table, stared at him and said: "How much wine do you drink to dare to say that this wine is not good? Even if it is Xiangpiao The old wine in the building is not as fragrant as my wine!"

Song Qinghan said aggrievedly: "It's really not good, it doesn't taste at all, it's just a sore throat..."

What does modern wine taste like?Beer, red wine, champagne... Each has a special taste, and it's no wonder that Song Qinghan, who has a picky mouth, thinks that this kind of alcohol is not good because of the rough brewing method.

Wu Dahu saw what Jingge wanted to say, so he interrupted him: "Xiaohan has never drank alcohol before, so it is normal that he is not used to the taste of this spicy throat, besides, he does not have all kinds of worries that need to be relieved by this wine, but It’s just telling the truth.”

Jing Ge snorted twice, picked up the ledger again, and seemed not ready to pursue it any further.

Song Qinghan sneaked into Wu Dahu's ear and asked, "When our sugar pot wine is ready, can we sell it here?"

Wu Dahu laughed. He didn't have any expectations for the taste of Tangjar wine, but he didn't want to hurt Song Qinghan, so he said, "As long as shopkeeper Jing thinks it tastes good, it will work. After all, he loves wine the most."

Song Qinghan rolled his eyes, and stopped pursuing what Jingge had just yelled at him, and happily fantasized about the scene of handfuls of copper coins entering his pocket.

After the two finished their lunch, Song Qinghan saw Wu Dahu took out a handful of copper coins and put them on the counter, counting them, and felt a dull pain in his heart.

Although the three dishes are delicious, the price of two hundred copper coins is a bit too expensive!

However, Wu Dahu didn't respond. After saying goodbye to Jingge, he led Song Qinghan out of the alley.

Song Qinghan was still struggling with money, and remembering the little ingot that Dr. Luo gave him, he couldn't help asking: "How many copper coins is that ingot?"

Wu Dahu taught him to weigh the ingot, and explained: "Here is ten taels of silver, and one hundred copper coins is one tael of silver, so ten taels is one thousand copper coins."

Song Qinghan thought for a while. In modern times, a mangosteen fruit cost five or six yuan. In that bag just now, there were more than two hundred mangosteen fruits. This calculation is about the same. It seems that Doctor Luo is quite fair, no Because I have never seen Luo Han Guo, the price is lowered.

"Then what should we buy first? A bed?" He looked at Wu Dahu and discussed.

Seeing that he was thinking about the new bed so much, Wu Dahu nodded after hesitating for a moment, and said, "Then let's go and see the bed first."

The two walked towards the woodworking shop. Song Qinghan looked around and saw that the woodworking shop was full of wooden boards. He asked suspiciously, "Where are the beds? Are there no beds for sale?"

The people inside heard the movement and came out and asked, "You want to make a bed? How big do you want it? What kind of material?"

Wu Dahu didn't think much, and said directly: "How much is a six-foot-wide elm bed?"

The man glanced at him in surprise, then smiled lightly and said, "Little brother is a smart guy, just ask you for 15 taels of silver."

Song Qinghan gasped, as if he didn't expect an ordinary bed to be so expensive.

All their current possessions may not necessarily add up to 15 taels of silver...

Wu Dahu shook his head and said decisively: "Ten taels of silver."