A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Seeing that Song Qinghan understood, the half-breed didn't say much, but said, "His name is Muhammad, he is the orphan of the Langya tribe, and he plans to use the triplets to control the Crescent tribe, and then slowly plan it."

These three questions were exactly the questions that the triplets had asked Song Qinghan to ask. Unexpectedly, before Song Qinghan could ask, the mixed-blood would ask them out.

Song Qinghan nodded, suddenly remembered Muhammad's face before he left, and subconsciously said: "He doesn't seem to be in a good mood, why?"

The mixed-race chuckled, shook his head and said, "Probably because I said that I need to think about it for a while before telling him where the triplets are, so he is a little dissatisfied, but I am worried that he will guess that the triplets live in Here, although I have tried my best to lead his thinking in the wrong direction."

This answer was not beyond Song Qinghan's expectations, so he didn't say anything, just let the mixed blood relax, and he would find a way to solve anything.

If Muhammad had doubts in his heart, he would definitely find a way to test them. At that time, as long as their soldiers came to block them, it would be enough to cover them with water.

But I'm afraid that time will be too late, if we don't decide how to deal with the triplets as soon as possible, he and Wu Dahu will both go to the front line.

After walking out of the mixed-race room, Song Qinghan sighed and walked straight into the room of the triplets.

The triplets seemed to have known about Muhammad's visit, so they were not surprised by Song Qinghan's arrival, but they didn't open their mouths, wondering if they were worried that they would not be able to help but say something bad.

After Song Qinghan told them the news they wanted to know, he was about to ask their opinions, when he heard them say in surprise: "Muhammad of the Wolf Fang tribe? Is he still alive?"

Seeing that they knew Muhammad, Song Qinghan's heart moved, and he raised his eyebrows and said, "What? Old friends?"

The triplets looked at each other and shook their heads at the same time. One of them took the initiative to say, "It's not a friend, it's just that he's more famous."

Song Qinghan heard something from their calm tone, and said thoughtfully: "I think it's probably good news?"

Unexpectedly, the person who spoke said with a smile: "If it's good news for one person to kill all the Huya tribe's leader and family that wiped out their tribe, then so be it."

Song Qinghan nodded, and muttered to himself, are the tribes with barbarian feelings named after the word "ya"?It's a crescent, a wolf's tooth, and a tiger's tooth.

Seeing that Song Qinghan didn't speak, that person was probably afraid that Song Qinghan might misunderstand him, so he continued to explain: "I heard that he has a hot personality, with clear love and hatred, no one wants to offend such a person, since his goal is us, If not, I think he'll choose to destroy us."

"Well, so you've decided to submit to him?"

Song Qinghan looked at the triplets curiously, waiting quietly for their answer.

The three of them didn't answer immediately, but looked at each other, as if they were "discussing silently", finally nodded and said: "We can try, but we hope Doctor Song will not tell him our location, if he can find out by himself , we'll go with him."

Regarding their slightly hypocritical approach, Song Qinghan didn't raise any opinions, after all, he wouldn't be affected by it, so they can do whatever they want.

It's just... Thinking of his worries, he asked hesitantly: "He didn't have a clue, how could he find you? If he didn't make any progress until we left, then I'm only ashamed of your situation." It can be said that there is nothing you can do to help, after all, it is impossible for you to stay in this small room forever..."

The triplets seem to have made up their minds, so even after hearing what Song Qinghan said, they didn't hesitate at all, and simply said: "If he can't find him until then, it can only mean that we have no destiny with him. I won't drag Dr. Song down any longer, and I'll think of another way!"

Seeing that they were determined, Song Qinghan didn't say anything more, nodded, closed the door, walked back to his room, lay down on the bed, felt physically and mentally exhausted, and took a nap.

Before he fell asleep, he heard a rapid knock on the door from outside.

Followed by the sound of Hualien's footsteps, but when Song Qinghan heard Hualien's return after listening for a while, his heart tightened, and he quickly got out of bed, put on his clothes, and walked out.

Seeing Hua Lian arguing with someone at the door, Song Qinghan frowned and said, "What's wrong?"

A flash of guilt flashed across Hua Lian's face, maybe it was because she felt that she had quarreled with Song Qinghan, and said in a low voice: "Master, this man insists that this is his nephew's house, and he wants to force his way in. Xiaonu is talking to him. Makes sense."

Song Qinghan glanced at the man standing next to Hualien, saw that his back was slightly hunched, and he was carrying two bags of heavy objects on his shoulders, and said with a light smile, "If you reason with people, you have to be able to understand the reason. .”

"Uncle, who told you that your nephew is here?"

The old man didn't seem to expect that Song Qinghan would ask this directly, and waved his hand impatiently: "What do you care about so much! How can I not know where my nephew lives? Let me in! I want to see my nephew! "

Song Qinghan stopped in front of the gate calmly, and said calmly: "I don't know who told you that it's all right, but do you know what your nephew's name is?"

If it were someone else, such as Hualien, I would probably have to persuade the old man to find the wrong place, or the original resident moved away, but Song Qinghan did the opposite and kept asking irrelevant questions.

The old man stared at him, put his hands on his hips and said, "How can I still not know my nephew's name? Zhang Qing! The chapter of the article! The blue is the blue!"

Song Qinghan raised his eyebrows and said, "Oh, it's Zhang Qing. He said that Yuebancheng is easy to suffer and has already gone south. If you leave now, you might meet them on the road."

As soon as he said these words, let alone the old man, even Hua Lian was stunned, and secretly glanced at him, as if he wanted to say when Song Qinghan knew a man named Zhang Qing.

The old man seemed to be trembling with anger, raised his trembling hand, pointed at Song Qinghan and said, "You, don't lie to me! Zhang Qing clearly lives here! Did you do something to him! I, I want to Zhang Qing revenge!"

Seeing him rushing towards him, Song Qinghan avoided it easily, hooked his foot, and closed the door completely, looked at the old man who had a bad nose, and said calmly: "What did I lie to you? You are a bad old man, I Lie to you to eat or drink? Zhang Qing and I are really friends, otherwise why would he transfer the house to me? Seeing that he is your nephew, I can help you call a carriage, and you go all the way south That's it."

"Hey, I'll give you another 100 taels of silver as money. When you see Zhang Qing, I won't be blamed by him."

Song Qinghan said this in a very natural tone, as if the so-called Zhang Qing was really his good friend.

The old man paused, his pupils vibrated rapidly, as if he was thinking about countermeasures.

If he really came looking for someone, after hearing what Song Qinghan said, he would not say that he was grateful, but he would definitely not mess around anymore, so the old man suddenly relaxed, and smiled embarrassingly: "It's really Zhang Qing's friend, then Forget it, I'll go find the carriage myself, so I don't need to bother you."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and just walked a few steps, as if he could not stand up because of a heavy object, he stopped, thumped his back with difficulty, and sighed: "The journey is so busy. Those who want to rest for a while, did not expect that they are still working hard, so they have to keep going!"

If it was an ordinary person, after seeing an old man who was close to sixty years saying such words, he would feel a little compassion and invite him into the house, but Song Qinghan opened the door as if he didn't see it, and signaled After Hualien walked in, he smiled and said to the old man, "Bon voyage, I wish you an early meeting with Zhang Qing."

With a "bang", the door was closed tightly behind the old man, and his body even trembled. After standing there for a while, he sighed faintly, and walked slowly towards the distance. .

Song Qinghan stood at the door, waited until the sound of footsteps completely disappeared, and then said with a strange expression: "Here we come so soon..."

Hua Lian asked nervously: "Master, is someone watching us? Should I not open the door from now on, Xiao Nu, pretend I didn't hear you?"

Song Qinghan was amused by his nervous appearance, shook his head calmly and said: "Why don't you open the door? Don't you want to see what kind of tricks they can use? Besides, even if you don't open, don't they know how to smash it? "

After listening to Song Qinghan's words, Hua Lian became more nervous, with a touch of anger in her tone.

"How could they do such a thing in broad daylight! Aren't they afraid that people from the government will come and arrest them?"

Song Qinghan raised his eyebrows, and said with a light smile, "If you smash the door, you will lose money at most, but we are the ones who are in trouble, so don't worry, just open the door, if you are afraid, I will lose."

Seeing his confident appearance, Hua Lian pursed her lips, suppressed her worries, nodded obediently, and took Song Qinghan's words to heart.

For some reason, Song Qinghan always had a premonition that the opponent would continue to attack, so although he was still a little tired, he didn't go back to the room, moved a bench and sat in the yard, took a book casually, and Watching the door while reading, just waiting for someone with a heart to come to the door.

Sure enough, before he could sit on the bench to heat up, there was another knock on the courtyard door.

Song Qinghan chuckled, gestured to Hualien, walked over and opened the door.

Standing outside the door was a beautiful female man with a big belly. Looking at him, he seemed to have just cried, his eyes were red, and he looked pitiful.