A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Facts have proved that Wu Dahu does not have the habit of snoring, but he seems to sleep very lightly. Every time Song Qinghan wakes up at night, he sees him looking at him with a pair of bright eyes, which is really scary.

In the early morning of the next day, Song Qinghan woke up from hunger.

I don't know if it's because there is still one in the stomach, or because the food is not oily, but he is very hungry now.

He wanted to ask Wu Dahu to cook something good, but after looking at the situation of this family, he knew that this request was a bit too embarrassing for him.

After eating the steamed buns that Wu Dahu had just steamed, he asked in surprise, "You don't eat?"

Wu Dahu paused, avoided his gaze, and said slowly, "I've eaten."

The two of them got up on the bed, and the steamed bun was steamed by himself, how could he have eaten it?

Song Qinghan was a little depressed. He was also a child of a poor family before, so he naturally knew how terrible poverty is.

Wu Dahu noticed his expression and thought he was blaming himself for eating the food first, but it was difficult to explain, so he silently lowered his head, carried the basket on his back, and prepared to go out.

"where are you going?"

Seeing that he was going out, Song Qinghan hurried forward a few steps, as if he wanted to go out with him.

Wu Dahu looked at his stomach nervously, frowned and said, "I'll go to the mountain to see what to eat, you stay at home."

Song Qinghan noticed his gaze, and for some reason felt a little dazzling.

Sure enough, all men look the same, thinking that children are more important than adults.

He used to see this kind of thing a lot in the obstetrics and gynecology department. Once, he met a pregnant woman who accidentally fell at home and aborted the twin boys in her stomach. The man in that family even blamed her for not lying on the bed honestly. , have to walk around.

The final ending is also embarrassing. The man quickly found a younger one. The mother was still complaining that she shouldn't get up and walk until she was discharged from the hospital. If An Anxin lay down until the twins were born, how could her husband be snatched away? .

Lying down while pregnant?If you really lay down for ten months, you will be useless as an adult, and even if it is a sow, there are more than a dozen babies in a litter, and no one is pregnant while lying down.

Thinking of this, Song Qinghan's mood became bad, his face darkened, and he said regardless: "I'm going too, don't worry, I won't abort your child."

Wu Dahu opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything, opened the door silently, and watched him walk out of the yard.

Song Qinghan saw a golden wheat field [-] meters away from a distance, and couldn't help asking: "Don't you need to go to work in the field?"

Wu Dahu withdrew his gaze from the wheat field, looked at the road under Song Qinghan's feet, and said slowly: "The field was given as a betrothal gift."

Song Qinghan paused, turned to look at him, just in time to see the flash of loneliness in his eyes.

"You like him...me?" he asked.

If it were not for this reason, he could not think why a man so poor would give away the land on which he lived.

Wu Dahu glanced at his stomach again, pursed his lips, and said softly: "No matter what, I will marry you."

Song Qinghan then lowered his head and looked at his stomach, and instantly understood.

It turned out to be for the children, or the man's sense of responsibility.

For some reason, he actually felt a little sad for the original owner.

The family members used themselves as a stepping stone, and when they found out that it was useless, they quickly squeezed out the last drop of value. Even the two people they married didn't love themselves, and in the end they died without even experiencing the feeling of being loved.

But he immediately realized that this poor person has become him, and he will experience this miserable life in the future.

Thinking of this, he paused, clenched his fists, as if he was competing with himself.

no!To change!

Wu Dahu stopped after him, glanced at him, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes.

Song Qinghan looked up at him suddenly, and said with sharp eyes: "You gave away all the fields, how do you plan to live in the future?"

He figured it out clearly, now he and Wu Dahu are in a relationship that both wins and loses, at least when it comes to eating.

Therefore, if you want to change the current situation, it is impossible without Wu Dahu's help.

He decided to put aside his prejudices for now and cooperate with Wu Dahu!

Wu Dahu saw something different in his eyes, and replied honestly: "I know how to hunt, and I can catch some small wild animals every day. If I'm lucky, I can occasionally catch wild boars and foxes."

Song Qinghan said in surprise: "Where are those things? Why didn't I eat them?"

Wu Dahu was afraid that he might think that he had stolen it, so he explained with a flushed face, "It's all exchanged for money, and the rice, oil, meat, etc. at home have to be bought with money."

Fortunately, his complexion is dark, even if he blushes, he can't see clearly. Otherwise, if Song Qinghan knew how thin-skinned he was, he would laugh at him.

After listening to his answer, Song Qinghan nodded thoughtfully.

Although hunting is a job that does not cost money, if you get injured, it will not be worth the loss. Besides, no matter how powerful Wu Dahu is, he will not be able to hunt prey every day when the mountains are covered by heavy snow. For the current plan, we still need to find a stable source of funds .

He thought about what he could do, and it was nothing more than medical skills, but in ancient times, a surgeon without a scalpel and an operating table was no different from an angel with broken wings.

Although he has knowledge of obstetrics and gynecology, I am afraid that there are no women here, and he is also very scared when a man gives birth, let alone helping others...

Seeing the unpredictable expression on his face, Wu Dahu couldn't help reminding him: "Mr. Song, it's time to go. If it's too late, you won't be able to catch your prey."

Song Qinghan came back to his senses, and subconsciously asked, "Why do you still call me Mr. Song?"

Seeing Wu Dahu pursed his lips and remained silent, he immediately realized that it seemed to be the original idea again.

Song Qinghan felt that since the two are now partners, it is better to get closer, so he took the initiative to ease the relationship, and said with a smile: "From now on, you can just call me Qinghan or Xiaohan, and I will call you Dahu, otherwise you will be called Mr. , seems too unfamiliar."

Wu Dahu paused, nodded, and said vaguely, "Xiao Han, let's go."

The two walked up the mountain silently. Song Qinghan caught a glimpse of a plant on the ground and felt that the leaves looked familiar.

"Ah! Yam! Isn't that yam!" he shouted in surprise.

Wu Dahu looked down at Song Qinghan's hand holding his sleeve, thinking that this was the first time he approached him on his own initiative.

He followed Song Qinghan's line of sight, expecting to see something surprising, but he didn't expect it to be a "itchy stick".

Seeing that Song Qinghan's face was full of excitement, he patiently explained: "This thing is called an itching stick, and the mucus that comes out is highly poisonous. When people's skin touches it, it will turn red and itchy, and the medicine won't work."

Song Qinghan looked at him strangely, his voice trembling.

"You mean, you don't eat these things?"

Wu Dahu nodded, seeing Song Qinghan jumped up happily, he quickly reached out to support his waist.

As the distance was suddenly shortened, the two people who looked at each other were a little embarrassed.

Song Qinghan coughed lightly, and the flush of excitement on his face was still there. He pointed at the yam and said, "Quick! Dig these out, and you'll be full tonight!"

Wu Dahu was a little confused, didn't he say that this thing is poisonous?Why did Song Qinghan still want to dig?

But it was rare for him to see Song Qinghan showing such a pure and happy expression, his heart moved, and he really followed his instructions to dig up the yam.

After he filled half of the basket with yams, he straightened up, wiped off his sweat, and said to Song Qinghan, "Is that enough?"

Song Qinghan counted eighteen, enough to feed for a few days, and nodded hurriedly.

The two continued to move forward. Seeing Wu Dahu carrying so many yams, Song Qinghan couldn't help persuading him: "Why don't you put these yams here first? Get them when you come back, or you will have a hard time memorizing them."

Wu Dahu was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect Song Qinghan to care about him, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, he shook his head and said, "It's nothing, I won't come back from here for a while."

Song Qinghan had no choice but to nod his head, he caught a glimpse of a yellow shadow from the corner of his eye, and turned his head to look.

"Sugar jar!" he exclaimed, his tone a little hasty.

Isn't this mountain full of treasures?How come this big fool can't see like he's blind!

Wu Dahu reluctantly followed behind him, carefully protecting him, and walked in front of "Thorn Ball".

He knew that women and men like brightly colored things, but this thorn ball is really useless except for a little yellow!

Song Qinghan waved his hand and said excitedly: "Pick it! I'll pick it with you. It's a good thing for making wine!"

Wu Dahu has a bit of a headache, so it's okay to ask him to dig the "itchy stick", but it's only a matter of half a stick of incense, but this "thorn ball" is so small, how long will it take to pick it up?After the prey is picked, all the prey have run away, so why hunt?

After Song Qinghan picked a handful, he looked at Wu Dahu's basket with some embarrassment.

Wu Dahu knew that the gap in his basket was too big, so naturally he couldn't hold the thorn ball. He wanted to use this as an excuse to make Song Qinghan stop picking it, but when he saw him wrapping the thorn ball with his clothes, he still gave in. He walked to the side, broke off a large leaf, and after weaving it a few times, a small basket appeared in his hands.

After handing over the basket to Song Qinghan, Wu Dahu secretly sighed seeing him smiling happily.

Song Qinghan probably also realized that it would be getting late after picking the sugar jars, and stopped after the sugar jars picked had covered the bottom of the basket, and said to Wu Dahu: "Let's go, go hunting first. "

Wu Dahu finally breathed a sigh of relief, and his pace quickened a bit, but every time he took a few steps, he had to look back to see if Song Qinghan was keeping up.

Song Qinghan also knew that Wu Dahu was impatient, so he didn't look around and focused on following his steps.

After the trees on both sides gradually grew taller, Wu Dahu suddenly stopped and said in a low voice, "Here we are!"