A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Unexpectedly, the man didn't even pay back the price, and went back directly to continue working. He waved his hand and said, "15 taels of silver is the lowest price. No matter how low it is, we won't sell it!"

Seeing him being so rude, Song Qinghan was also annoyed, grabbed Wu Dahu's hand and walked back, angrily said: "If you don't buy from him, I don't believe other stores are like this!"

Wu Dahu hesitated for a moment, but said truthfully, "There is only one carpentry shop nearby."

Song Qinghan paused for a moment, and said with a rather ugly face: "Could it be that there is no other way?"

Song Qinghan felt a little reluctant at the thought of going back to find that person.

Wu Dahu pondered for a while, and said: "It's not that there are other ways, in fact... I can make a bed."

Song Qinghan's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he clapped his hands and said, "Then you can do it yourself! Why do you need to find someone else? It's expensive and hard to talk to!"

It takes time and effort to make a bed, and you can’t do other things for several days, which will delay your livelihood, so Wu Dahu has never said it before, but now it seems that if a six-foot-wide elm bed costs 15 taels of silver, then he It's better to leave these 15 taels of silver to live a life, put aside other things temporarily, and spend time making a bed.

Wu Dahu thought about this, nodded and said: "Then let's go buy tools and go home to do it ourselves. There are also a lot of elms in the mountains behind us."

Song Qinghan nodded excitedly, admiringly said: "You really can do everything, you are really amazing!"

Wu Dahu saw that there seemed to be stars in his eyes, and a smile flashed in his eyes, and he replied honestly: "I am not as good as my father, he can do everything, and he taught me all my skills."

Seeing this, Song Qinghan finally carefully asked the question in his heart: "Has your father... gone?"

Wu Dahu was silent for a while, "Mmm", with sadness in his eyes, and said softly: "He was drunk, and when he entered the back mountain, he met a blind man. When I found him, both the man and the bear were injured. How long before he died."

Song Qinghan's heart tightened, and he whispered: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..."

Wu Dahu shook his head freely, raised his head slightly, looked at the sky, and said slowly: "It's okay, maybe for him, that would be a relief."

As soon as you hear this, there is a story, and it probably has something to do with Wu Dahu's female father, but no matter how curious Song Qinghan is, it is not good to poke his scar at this time. Tools, make the bed sooner, so you don’t have to make the floor as soon as possible, and when the weather gets cold, your body can’t stand it.”

Wu Dahu came back to his senses, nodded, and led him to the iron shop. After buying all the tools he needed, he only spent one tael of silver.

The two then went to buy necessary items such as rice oil, and then slowly returned home with the ox cart in the neighboring village.

Seeing that it was not too late, Wu Dahu thought about cutting back the wood first, so he told Song Qinghan about this idea.

Song Qinghan was just about to go into the mountain to pick some arhat fruit, so the two put down their things and went into the back mountain.

After Wu Dahu settled Song Qinghan, he took off his shirt, stood still in front of the nearest elm, raised his ax and chopped at the elm one by one.

It was the first time Song Qinghan saw him without a shirt on at all, and his eyes were staring straight.

The wheat-colored skin exudes a beautiful light in the sun, and the muscles seem to breathe, contracting and stretching with the up and down movements, and large beads of sweat slide down the throat along the cheeks, passing through the attractive belly Behind the muscles, slip into a place where Song Qinghan can't see.

Song Qinghan only now understands the beauty of wanting to reveal the unrevealed.

After Wu Dahu was tired from chopping, he propped the ax on the ground. Seeing Song Qinghan staring at him in a daze, he realized that he was not wearing a shirt. He might have frightened him, so he explained: "I'm afraid of getting my clothes dirty, so temporarily I took it off, and I will put it on again when the sweat has subsided."

After Song Qinghan came to his senses, he wiped his saliva subconsciously, coughed lightly, turned around and continued picking Luo Han Guo.

Wu Dahu looked at his red ears suspiciously, always felt that he seemed to be... shy?

When it was nearly dark, Wu Dahu finally chopped down the first elm tree, and Song Qinghan had already picked a sack full of Luo Han Guo.

Wu Dahu tied the sack around his waist, carried the elm with both hands, and followed Song Qinghan slowly.

Song Qinghan occasionally turned his head and glanced back, always feeling that there was a mountain behind him, a mountain named "Wu Dahu".

After dinner, Song Qinghan suddenly let out an "ouch" and frowned and looked at his stomach.

This kid is really getting skinny, he almost thought his stomach was going to burst.

Wu Dahu noticed his expression, and asked cautiously: "What's wrong? Stomach discomfort?"

Song Qinghan recalled the scenes he had seen in modern times, couldn't help but grabbed Wu Dahu's hand and put it on his stomach, and said wearily: "Your son kicked me."

Wu Dahu's body froze, and he gently placed his hands on Song Qinghan's stomach, not daring to put down a little weight, feeling the heartbeat inside.

The fetus seemed to know that he was approaching, and kicked two more times, until Wu Dahu was pleasantly surprised and Song Qinghan was furious.

"This brat! See if I don't kill him!"

Wu Dahu saw Song Qinghan raised his hand, looking like he was about to slap his stomach, quickly grabbed his hand, and persuaded, dumbfounded: "He doesn't understand anything now, wait until he comes out and then hit him."

Song Qinghan looked at Wu Dahu's face close at hand, recalled the scene he saw before, blushed suddenly, struggled a bit, turned around and said, "I'm going to sleep."

Unexpectedly, when he turned around like this, he couldn't stabilize his center of gravity, and was surrounded by his stomach, and he threw himself straight to the ground.

Just when he was so frightened, a pair of thugs wrapped his arms around his waist and hugged him.

Wu Dahu asked worriedly: "Are you okay? Are you scared?"

Song Qinghan lowered his head in fear, and found that the first action he made was to cover his stomach instead of his face, and he knew that although he said he didn't like this child, his subconscious mind had already regarded him as his own child .

After arriving on the bed without any danger, Song Qinghan finally remembered a question, couldn't help but turned to look at Wu Dahu, and asked, "When will I... give birth?"

Wu Dahu didn't even think about it, and said directly: "There are still two months."

Song Qinghan breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little pity.

Although he could be allowed to prepare mentally for another two months, it was still a pity to spend two months in vain, seeing whether he could eat fresh meat.

That's right, he desperately wants to eat Wu Dahu's fresh meat. If he can eat it every day, every month, every year, that would be even better.

With such good wishes, Song Qinghan fell into a sweet sleep.

When he got up the next day, he leaned down and sighed.

I really didn't have the strength to concentrate, and embarrassing things still happened.

Wu Dahu noticed that he got up later than usual today, and his expression was a little evasive. He was worried that he was not feeling well, so he frowned and asked, "What's wrong? But what's wrong? Do you want to take you to see a doctor?"

Song Qinghan lowered his head and bit his lower lip, thinking that if he could hide from the first day of the junior high school but not the fifteenth day, and he washed his own clothes, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and say, "Well, I, I have a pair of trousers to wash. .”

After speaking, he put his pants into the basin and hurriedly filled a few spoonfuls of water in an attempt to "destroy the evidence".

How could Wu Dahu let him work with a big belly? He reached out and snatched the basin, put it aside, and said, "I'll do it, you go and eat, you should be hungry in a while."

Song Qinghan looked at the basin wanting to cry without tears, and quickly hid in the kitchen before Wu Dahu found out.

After he entered the kitchen, Wu Dahu knelt down, took the washboard and saponins, and began to help him wash his pants.

While washing and washing, he saw that his hands were not feeling right, and immediately realized why Song Qinghan had the same expression as before, he smiled and shook his head.

After he finished washing his trousers and hung them on the rope to dry, Song Qinghan finally came out early after eating.

Wu Dahu saw that his face was red and his eyes were wandering, and he seemed to be still embarrassed, so he smiled and comforted him: "Don't worry, this is a normal phenomenon, and it happens to me occasionally."

Song Qinghan naturally knew that this was a normal phenomenon, but it was the first time for another man to see it, so it was impossible to say that he was not shy. Hearing Wu Dahu's words suddenly aroused his curiosity .

Wu Dahu would also have this kind of dream?Who would it be in his dream?What will be the scene?

He was thinking wildly like this, and the expression on his face was unpredictable, which made Wu Dahu a little worried, and couldn't help but said: "But the body is too weak? I will cook some black beans for you tonight."

Song Qinghan couldn't be more clear about where the black beans are for mending, so when he said this, the man's self-esteem was immediately aroused, and he said angrily: "Your talent is weak, so let Heidou make up for yourself! My body is strong!"

After finishing speaking, he patted his chest twice, making muffled "bang bang" sounds, as if to prove that his body was "real".

Wu Dahu saw him walking back to the room angrily, a smile flashed in his eyes, he shook his head, took the tools, and continued to go into the mountain to cut trees.

Song Qinghan stayed at home to process the Luo Han Guo picked yesterday. Without Wu Dahu's help, the speed was much slower. It took half a day to grind the skin of half a bag of Luo Han Guo, and put it aside without baking.

Near noon, the courtyard door was knocked suddenly, the sound did not sound like Wu Dahu's knocking on the door,

Song Qinghan put down the Luo Han Guo and the frosted paper in doubt, walked slowly to the door, and asked, "Who is it?"

A somewhat familiar yet unfamiliar voice sounded, and it sounded a little trembling.

"Qinghan, it's me."

Song Qinghan was stunned for a while, but he didn't expect that ex-husband of the original body would run over, frowning slightly, and said coldly: "What are you doing here? Didn't you say that we have nothing to do with each other?"

Lin Dafu knocked on the door again, and said eagerly: "Qinghan, you open the door first, I know what's going on."

Song Qinghan hesitated for a moment, then firmly refused: "No, just talk outside if you have anything to say!"