A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

I don't know who Wu Dahu learned from, but he even knows how to threaten him with a small stone.

But he still can't solve this situation, because he can't do not worry about Xiao Shitou's mood, even if Xiao Shitou is handed over to Hualien and Yuan Wenxuan, he is actually very relieved.

In fact, even though the small stone has grown to such a large size, although he exerted a lot of strength, Hualien and Yuan Wenxuan are the ones who exert the most strength, and even Wu Dahu is second.

After all, this place is not like the modern day he lived in before, where whoever gives birth will feed the child, so apart from the ten months of pregnancy, after the child is born, the relationship between the female father and the child here is not so close.

But even if it is not that close, it is still a piece of flesh that fell from his body. Besides, the little stone elf is weird. Song Qinghan already liked him very much. around the stone.

But husband and son...you can only choose one of the two.

Seeing that Wu Dahu had posed another problem for himself, Song Qinghan felt that staring was not enough to express his inner anger, so he simply stood up and strode towards the distant courtyard.

Although he didn't look back, he knew that Wu Dahu would obediently follow behind him.

After standing still, he turned around and saw Wu Dahu looking at him obediently like a primary school student who did something wrong, and the lesson he had just prepared suddenly disappeared into nothing.

"Oh, I won't leave the little stone alone, don't worry, but I can't let you go either!"

He thought for a while, and something suddenly flashed through his mind, and he said decisively: "How about this, I will take the little stone and go to the front with those doctors, and you can apply to see if you can not go to the battlefield, and stay behind to protect us. I can't believe that the doctors on the front line don't have assistants to help them."

After hearing what he said, a look of embarrassment flashed across Wu Dahu's face, he pondered for a long time but couldn't speak, as if he didn't know what to say.

Seeing this, Song Qinghan couldn't understand his thoughts, and said calmly: "As a man, it's too difficult for you not to go to the battlefield. I'll think about what else I can do."

Although his tone was flat when he said this, Wu Dahu clearly heard the dissatisfaction in his words, smiled wryly, and said slowly: "I'll try it, but... it's difficult."

In fact, Song Qinghan also knew this truth. After all, Wu Dahu entrusted He Ning's blessing, and now he is still a moderate official. If everyone else goes to the battlefield, the chance of him not being the only one is pitifully small.

He sighed softly, looked down at the little stone who was sleeping in his arms, and said softly: "Let's talk about it, there will always be a way."

Wu Dahu gave a "hmm", looking at the sadness on his brow, he felt heavy in his heart.

On the second day, Song Qinghan was in a deep sleep when he heard Hualien's cry from outside.

"Master, Master Husband, a barbarian came outside..."

Song Qinghan opened his eyes suddenly, and before he could feel sorry for his red pupils stimulated by the bright light, he subconsciously asked, "Barbarian?"

Last night he spent half the night trying to find a solution, tossing and turning until late at night before falling asleep, so his spirit is still a little muddled, and when he suddenly heard Hualien's words, he thought that the barbarians had attacked them.

It was Wu Dahu who came to his senses first, frowned and said, "Are you here to find the triplets? Or are you here to find the mixed race?"

His words reminded Song Qinghan that when he thought of the two troubles at home, Song Qinghan couldn't help but gasped and jumped out of bed.

No matter who he came to look for, he must not neglect, otherwise he would not even know how he died.

Hualien hesitated for a while, and finally mustered up the courage to say: "I don't know..."

As soon as his words fell, the door was opened by Song Qinghan from the room. Song Qinghan didn't talk nonsense, and walked directly to the gate, and glanced at the figure behind the gap. With just one glance, he knew why Hualien was so flustered.

Although the opponent came alone, his aura should not be underestimated. His height of nearly 1.9 meters magnified his advantages infinitely, and his smooth body curves were enough to explain many things.

Almost from just this one glance, Song Qinghan could conclude that Wu Dahu couldn't beat the man in front of him.

He opened the door directly and asked calmly, "Who are you looking for?"

The man narrowed his eyes suddenly, and said with a half-smile: "Who is there with you?"

With just this sentence, Song Qinghan knew that he had said something wrong in a moment of confusion.

If ordinary people see a stranger, most of them will subconsciously ask who the other person is, how can they directly ask the other person who they are looking for?

However, his psychological quality is strong enough, so if he found it, he just pretended not to find it, and said calmly: "You came to find someone, not me to beg you to find someone. If you are not in a hurry, you can go and rest for a while .”

After speaking, he raised his hand, as if he was going to close the door.

Unexpectedly, just as the door was half closed, a big hand blocked the door. When he looked up, the barbarian smiled and said, "I'm here to find that bastard."

Song Qinghan was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect the other party to be so direct, subconsciously moved away, and calmly said: "Come with me."

He still remembered that in Lu Sen's story, the man who came looking for the mixed race didn't like to be discovered, but why did this man walk in so aggressively?Is it because of another person?

When he sent the man into the room where the half-breed was, and walked back to the yard, Lu Sen suddenly appeared in front of him, grabbed his sleeve in fear, lowered his voice, and said nervously: "That's the man! I saw him before Yes, that's the guy! Exactly the same! Nothing has changed!"

Song Qinghan understood his worry. After all, when he saw that person before, that person had tried to kill him, so even if that person didn't do anything now, he was still shrouded in that shadow.

"Don't worry, let's go to another room, he can't see or hear it."

The two walked into the empty room in the distance. Lu Sen drank several sips of herbal tea before calming down. He reached out and wiped the sweat from his forehead, then said fearfully, "It's been so long, why is he still the same as before? There is no change at all? Could it be that they have some sorcery?"

Song Qinghan laughed, shook his head and said: "You were far away just now, and you couldn't see the details of his face clearly. I saw a lot of fine lines and wrinkles just now. That person's age must not be young."

The barbarians have exquisite facial features and deep outlines. If you don’t look carefully, you can’t see the difference between their 20s and 40s. Therefore, Lu Sen’s mistake is understandable. After all, this is not a fantasy world. How could it exist? Immortals?

Lu Sen thought about it carefully, and felt that Song Qinghan's words were also reasonable. He felt relieved, and said embarrassingly: "So, I thought, I thought I saw a ghost..."