A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Seeing that Song Qinghan was indifferent, Lin Dafu sighed softly, glanced at Qian Baozi with a curious face, frowned and asked, "Who are you? Why don't you leave?"

Qian Baozi was not intimidated, he smiled and said: "You haven't left, how can I go? If something happens to Mr. Dahu, how can I explain to Brother Dahu?"

Lin Dafu flicked his sleeves with an ugly expression: "I'm here, how could something happen to Qinghan? You leave quickly, don't ruin Qinghan's reputation!"

Qian Baozi looked up at the sky and saw that it was already time for lunch. He was afraid that if he stayed longer, it would affect Song Qinghan's meal, and he would be taught a lesson by his husband at home, so he carried the Luo Han Guo on his shoulder and walked towards the door. He raised his chin in the direction and said to Lin Dafu: "Let's go together, it's time for Mr. Big Tiger to rest."

Lin Dafu originally wanted to stay alone with Song Qinghan for a while, but when he saw Song Qinghan nodded to Qian Baozi in agreement, his chest froze, so he said, "Qinghan, I'll come see you tomorrow!"

Song Qinghan didn't even look at him, and after sending Qian Baozi out, he closed the courtyard door with his backhand.

Lin Dafu, the god of plague, was finally sent away, and he was about to starve to death.

He shook his head, walked into the kitchen, heated up the food that Wu Dahu had left for him in the morning, and ate everything.

After Wu Dahu left, he didn't come back until the sun went down.

Seeing that his hands were empty, Song Qinghan said in surprise: "All the things are sold out?"

The corners of Wu Dahu's eyes dizzy with joy, and he said with a smile: "That's right, butcher Chen said that our seasoned boiled meat is delicious. People have been going to him these days to ask if there is any more for sale. I'll go there today. , I sold most of the bag, and other people who got the news came to buy the remaining half of the bag in the afternoon."

Seeing that the seasoning was so popular, Song Qinghan also felt happy, and said excitedly: "Brother Leopard just came to buy our Luo Han Guo today, and tomorrow we will go into the mountains together and pick up everything that needs to be picked!"

Wu Dahu glanced at the kitchen in surprise, just in time to see the 11 taels of silver that Song Qinghan did not accept.

"Leopards actually like Luo Han Guo so much?"

Song Qinghan thought for a while, and told him what happened after Qian Baozi came here, including Lin Dafu's statement that he would come again tomorrow.

Wu Dahu's face turned gloomy, but fortunately, Song Qinghan personally told him about this matter, instead of Qian Baozi secretly telling him. Thinking of this, his mood eased a little.

"It's okay, he can come whenever he wants. We will go into the mountains early tomorrow morning. If he is capable, he will come to the mountains."

Song Qinghan thought the same way, seeing that Wu Dahu finally didn't get angry with himself because of Lin Dafu's coming, he felt that this was a relatively big improvement for the relationship between the two.

After dinner, Wu Dahu took out all the money on his body, put it into Song Qinghan's hands, and said, "Including Leopard's 11 taels, the total is 16 taels of silver, you can put it away."

Song Qinghan was not polite, nodded, turned around and stuffed the silver under his pillowcase.

According to this progress, they may soon become rich.

In the early morning of the next day, the two got up early, and after breakfast, they went into the back mountain with their tools.

The difference from last time was that Wu Dahu did not go hunting this time, but accompanied Song Qinghan to pick Luo Han Guo, and then went to pick a big bag full of star anise, onion, ginger and garlic.

When he left, Wu Dahu dug up some Luo Han Guo vines, tied one end around his waist, and dragged him down.

When he passed by the green onion, ginger and garlic, he also used a hoe to dig out some of everything and threw it into the basket behind him.

Seeing his movements, Song Qinghan asked strangely: "Are you going to take it back and plant it in the yard?"

Wu Dahu nodded, paused, looked at him, and said, "Didn't you say last time that you want to plant mangosteen vines in the back of the yard? Next, we will get some soil-grown mushrooms, and now we will plant mangosteen first. Come back and get some soil under the pine tree to bring back, that thing is easy to grow mushrooms."

Seeing that he wrote down his words almost verbatim, Song Qinghan felt warm and nodded slightly.

When they went back, they were surprised to see a basket covered with a red cloth in front of the yard.

Song Qinghan lifted the red cloth, looked at the dozens of eggs in the basket, and said strangely: "Who brought this? Brother Leopard? Or Laifu?"

Wu Dahu pondered for a while, and said slowly: "If it was the two of them, they wouldn't just leave things like this. They belong to the neighbors on the left and right. If they find that we are not at home, they can come and give them away next time. If If I'm not wrong, Lin Dafu probably did it."

Hearing Lin Dafu's name, Song Qinghan hurriedly turned the red cloth back, carefully looked at Wu Dahu and said, "Then... just put it here?"

Unexpectedly, Wu Dahu shook his head, reached out and picked up the basket, and brought it into the yard.

"Eggs are a good thing. Logically speaking, if you are pregnant, you have to eat an egg every day. A few days ago, conditions did not allow it. Now it is difficult to buy eggs. These eggs are reserved for you to eat. "

Song Qinghan hesitated for a while, then said hesitantly, "Then...where is Lin Dafu?"

Accepting Lin Dafu's eggs is equivalent to owing him a favor for nothing, and the relationship between the two families is incompatible, how can this favor be good?

Wu Dahu gave him a "reassuring" look, pointed to the Luo Han Guo that he had just picked, and said, "Next time we go to the town and send a bag of Luo Han Guo to the Lin family, it will be considered as repaying the favor."

Song Qinghan thought for a while, Luo Han Guo is only available to them now, and it is something that cannot be easily bought in the market, so if you give it to Lin Dafu, it is not considered a debt to him.

So he nodded, took out the basin and prepared to wash the Luo Han Guo.

Wu Dahu went to the back of the yard, turned over the ground with a hoe, set up a shelf, planted the Luo Han Guo, and then returned to the front of the yard to process fresh Luo Han Guo with Song Qinghan.

After the two finished processing the Luo Han Guo, it happened to be lunch time, so they were going to finish their lunch before continuing to sort out the seasonings.

It's just that after lunch, there was a sudden knock on the courtyard door.

Xiaoqing's voice came from outside cautiously, as if afraid of disturbing their nap: "Doctor Song, is Doctor Song there?"

Wu Dahu opened the door and asked, "What's wrong?"

Seeing Wu Dahu, Xiaoqing rubbed the corner of her clothes nervously, took a look inside, and said in a low voice: "My female father's wound seems to be healed soon, I want Dr. Song to go over and see if the stitches need to be removed or something." ..."

Song Qinghan nodded when he heard the voice, and said decisively: "Go!"

Xiaoqing looked at him gratefully, and quickly walked a few steps forward to lead the way.

Wu Dahu was a little helpless. He found that Song Qinghan had become helpful to others since he lost his memory. This is not to say that he didn't like to help others before. No.

But thinking about it this way, after seeing Song Qinghan going out, he quickly closed the door, followed Song Qinghan silently, and walked towards Xiaoqing's house.

When Song Qinghan saw the wound on Xiaoqing's father's back, he pondered for a while, and ordered: "Bring the wine, scissors and clean cotton."

After hearing this, Xiaoqing hurried down to prepare these three things.

Seeing Song Qinghan sigh after Xiaoqing left, Wu Dahu felt moved and asked, "Is it difficult?"

Song Qinghan's brows were wrinkled, and he held his chin and said: "It's not difficult, but the tools are too simple, if you have a hand... a knife will be fine."

knife?Wu Dahu didn't miss the word, and continued to ask: "How big is the knife? Are there any requirements for the shape?"

Song Qinghan roughly described the shapes and sizes of various scalpels for Wu Dahu, and when he realized that it was useless to describe them, he couldn't help sighing again.

Wu Dahu pondered for a while, nodded, and said, "Let's go to the town to make it tomorrow. I also plan to make a dagger so that I can carry it with me."

Song Qinghan half-believingly said: "Can it really be done? Aren't your knives here all very big?"

Wu Dahu laughed and said, "Your knives are basically made at the iron shop. Could it be that the kind of knives you mentioned were brought by people from other places?"

This is not easy to answer, whether you should or not, it is a lie, so Song Qinghan said vaguely: "Oh, let's try it tomorrow."

After half a stick of incense, Xiaoqing took the things over, looked at the mother who was still asleep, and asked, "Do you need to wake up my mother? He tends to get sleepy at noon. I will go to see him before you." They were still awake, but they fell asleep as soon as they came back."

Song Qinghan shook his head and said: "This is very good, and there is no anesthetic for him, so if he doesn't hurt for a while, he will be held down when he wakes up."

After finishing speaking, he finished the routine disinfection, picked up the scissors, and cut off the black line on Xiaoqing's father's back.

Almost all the black lines have grown together with the meat, so it is not an easy task to pick them out.

Fortunately, now is the time when the sun is at its maximum, Song Qinghan took advantage of the light to carefully pick out all the black lines on the back of Xiaoqing's father.

As expected, Xiaoqing's female father was woken up by the pain, but Xiaoqing remembered Song Qinghan's order, and immediately held down her female father, so no tragedy happened. It was directly inserted into Xiaoqing's female father's wound.

After Song Qinghan finished picking the black line, he wiped it slowly around the wound with wine, and heaved a sigh of relief when he was done, he said, "Okay, after the wound is completely healed, the scar will fall off naturally, and you can soak it in water." Now, the original taboo is still maintained.”

Xiaoqing's female father said gratefully: "Thank you Mr. Dahu, you are really a good person!"

Song Qinghan waved his hands and said indifferently: "It's nothing, you should have a good rest, let's go first."

Xiaoqing sent the two of them to the door. After struggling for a while, she still reminded: "I heard that the head of the village next door wants to marry his son to Brother Dahu..."