A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Thanks to the seasoning, the Luo Han Guo they brought this time sold a lot better, although after the seasoning was sold out, there was still more than half of the Luo Han Guo left.

Seeing that there was no hope of selling Luo Han Guo, the two packed up their things and prepared to head back home.

"Hey, is it Luo Han Guo?"

A little brother who was rushing towards them waved at them, as if wanting them to stop.

Song Qinghan nodded, and asked inexplicably, "What's wrong?"

The little brother stopped to catch his breath, propped his knees and said: "I, I am the waiter of Huichuntang. After Dr. Luo heard that you are here today, he specially asked me to invite the two of you to come over!"

Doctor Luo?Has his experiment come to fruition?

Song Qinghan and Wu Dahu looked at each other, and seeing that he had no objection, he nodded and agreed, "Okay, then let's go there!"

The running boy was leading the way ahead, turning his head every three steps to see if they had followed.

Seeing the clear eyes of the running hall boy, Song Qinghan asked in his heart, "Little brother, do you know why Doctor Luo called us?"

Hearing his question, although there was a look of embarrassment on the face of the waiter boy, he still answered honestly: "Doctor Luo said he wanted to ask you for a crime."

Song Qinghan was taken aback, and actually walked two steps quickly, walking side by side with the waiter brother, and asked: "Why do you want to ask me for a crime? But there is something wrong with Luo Han Guo?"

The waiter boy scratched his head, hesitantly said with a look of incomprehension, "Maybe, maybe? Actually, I don't know, I'm just an errand runner..."

Looking at his expression, Song Qinghan felt that if he continued to ask, he might cry, so he closed his mouth and walked silently with his head down.

It's just that although he didn't see anything on his face, his heart was heavy.

condemn?Did Dr. Luo drink something wrong?Could it be that his physique is not suitable for drinking Luo Han Guo?If I had known this, I should have made it clear to him that day that people with weak stomachs are not suitable for drinking Luo Han Guo for a long time. Alas, are we really going to stop selling Luo Han Guo as we said that day?

Wu Dahu saw the uneasiness in Song Qinghan's heart, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and said softly: "Don't worry, we'll talk when we get there."

Song Qinghan nodded, and leaned slightly in his direction, feeling a sense of embarrassment in his heart.

The signboard of Huichuntang soon appeared in the sight of the three of them, and the running boy ran a few steps and rushed in, probably to report the letter.

Doctor Luo's serious face slowly appeared in Song Qinghan's line of sight, he opened his mouth, and expressed the doubts in his heart with difficulty: "Doctor Luo, what's the matter?"

Unexpectedly, Dr. Luo frowned even tighter, looked at him like a sinner, and said in a deep voice, "Why are you taking out such a useful thing now?"

"No, no, you listen to my explanation..."

Song Qinghan subconsciously denied it. After his brain reacted to what Dr. Luo said, he was stunned and asked, "What? Did you just say 'a good thing?'"

Doctor Luo nodded affirmatively, and said like a few treasures: "This product is sweet, sour, and cool in nature. It has the effects of clearing heat and cooling blood, promoting body fluid and relieving cough, smoothing intestines and detoxifying, moistening lungs and reducing phlegm. As for the beauty and beauty you mentioned, let's see for a while It won’t come out, but if it can smooth the intestines and detoxify, it will naturally have a certain effect on beauty.”

Song Qinghan looked at Doctor Luo with admiration, never expecting that he would figure out the efficacy of Luo Han Guo in such a short period of time.

Seeing that Dr. Luo's face didn't slow down, Song Qinghan thought of his question just now, hesitated for a while, and replied: "To tell the truth, Doctor Luo, although I know that Luo Han Guo is a good thing, I didn't find it in the mountains until recently. As soon as it was dealt with, it was taken to the market, and it was not hidden."

Hearing his answer, Dr. Luo's face became brighter, and he nodded, "So that's the case. That's why I misunderstood you. The Huichuntang must sell this mangosteen, and you will supply it to Huichuntang on a regular basis in the future." !"

Song Qinghan looked at Wu Dahu in surprise, as if they didn't expect such a big pie to fall on their heads.

After Wu Dahu experienced what happened to shopkeeper Lu, he became more careful and asked, "Can we still sell Luo Han Guo to other people in the future?"

Dr. Luo looked at him strangely, as if he had seen through his thoughts, and smiled, and said: "Of course, the purpose of Huichun Hall is to help the world, not money, fame and fortune, as long as it is beneficial to the people, it is Huichun." The church is happy to see."

Both Song Qinghan and Wu Dahu could see Doctor Luo's sincerity when he said this, and they almost didn't think about it, so they nodded and agreed: "Okay! We will supply as much Luo Han Guo as Huichun Hall needs!"

Dr. Luo nodded, pointed to the round-faced shopkeeper next to him and said, "For business matters, you can discuss with him in detail, and I won't stay any longer."

After speaking, he walked into the room, as if he was going to continue his consultation.

After he left, the round-faced shopkeeper walked towards the two of them with a smile, and discussed: "You can supply us Luo Han Guo once a week, just one sack at a time, and the price will be the price set by Doctor Luo." So, how?"

A flash of surprise flashed in Song Qinghan's eyes, he never expected Huichuntang to be so generous, and the quantity of goods purchased was so large, and the price was not lowered.

But this is a good thing for him, so he nodded resolutely, and agreed: "Okay! Then follow what the shopkeeper said! This time we come here, there is still half a bag of Luo Han Guo left, do you want it from the shopkeeper?"

The shopkeeper nodded, waved to Xiao Er, and said, "Come and take these Luo Han Guo!"

As he said that, he took out five taels of silver from the counter, handed it to Song Qinghan, and said, "If I'm not there when you two come, just go to Xiao Er, and I will give him instructions."

Holding the silver, Song Qinghan nodded happily, and after saying goodbye to the shopkeeper, he turned around and went out the door with Wu Dahu.

The two went to buy some household items. When they passed by the fabric store, Song Qinghan remembered his plan to help Wu Dahu tidy up, so he suddenly took his hand and said, "Let's go buy some clothes!"

Wu Dahu didn't think too much about it, who doesn't love beauty?What's more, Song Qinghan's clothes are really too little. In the past, conditions did not allow it, but now that he has money, he must buy some new clothes for him.

When the shopkeeper of the fabric shop saw the two of them, he quickly looked at their clothes, estimated their consumption level in his heart, greeted them with a smile, pointed to the plain fabric on the right hand side and said: " You two are here to buy fabric, right? This is the best-selling fabric in our store. It is strong and warm, and it is not easy to get dirty. It is very cost-effective to buy it back to make clothes."

Song Qinghan stretched out his hand to touch the piece of fabric, and seeing that it was thick, but it was too rough, he couldn't help but frowned and said, "Is there anything better? This one is too rough."

The shopkeeper calmly pointed to another piece of fabric and said, "Then how about this one? The fabric is smooth, and it's perfect for making inners."

Song Qinghan walked over to touch it, shook his head and said, "No, it's too thin, it's easy to break."

After introducing both of them, people found fault with them. The shopkeeper gradually suppressed the smile on his face, pointed at the fabrics in the shop and said, "In this case, you can see for yourself which one you want. You can use your hands right or left. Feel their shortcomings."

His words seemed a little rude, but Song Qinghan nodded as if he had never heard of it, and said, "That's fine, I'll see for myself, after all, you don't know what I want."

There was a flash of sarcasm in the shopkeeper's eyes, but his face remained calm, allowing him to touch the fabrics in the store one by one.

When Song Qinghan touched the last piece of fabric, he paused, looked at the shopkeeper, and asked, "How much is this piece of fabric?"

The shopkeeper said lazily: "This is one of the best fabrics in our store, and it costs ten taels of silver per piece."

Song Qinghan took a breath and exclaimed, "So expensive?"

His ignorant reaction pleased the shopkeeper, who smiled lightly and said, "This is not the most expensive one, the most expensive one costs 50 taels of silver."

Song Qinghan subconsciously glanced at the piece of white cloth next to him. If he guessed correctly, the "50 taels of silver a piece" fabric that the shopkeeper said was this piece, because in terms of feel, this piece of fabric is definitely the best. Going up is like touching the air, silky and smooth, if it is made into clothes, I don't know how comfortable it will be.

However, the reason why Song Qinghan didn't choose the white cloth was because Wu Dahu usually did a lot of work. If he really used this cloth to make clothes, it would probably be broken in a short time.

This gray fabric is different. It feels good, thick enough, and the color is also resistant to dirt. It can be worn whether it is meeting people or doing work. It can be said to be the most practical one.

Wu Dahu saw hesitation flashing in Song Qinghan's eyes, and said with a smile, "If you like it, you can buy it. This fabric is really good, but it's just not enough for your skin tone."

If he were to choose, he would have to choose some colorful fabrics for Song Qinghan to wear, because Song Qinghan is too white, and needs some bright colors to set off his complexion, and also let him show the vitality only at this age Come.

Song Qinghan gave him a strange look, and said, "I picked this for you. What do you do to match my skin color? Just match your skin color."

Surprise flashed across Wu Dahu's eyes, he shook his head and refused, "I have enough clothes, I don't need to buy another one, it's a waste of money, I'll buy it for you if I want to buy it."

Song Qinghan tugged at the corner of his clothes and said: "If it is enough to wear, can this clothes be washed like this? No! You must make a new set of clothes today!"

Seeing his serious expression, Wu Dahu thought that he was disgusted with his poor clothes and made him lose face, so he nodded with a wry smile and said, "Okay, it's just that I don't need such a good fabric, like the piece of fabric that the shopkeeper introduced at the beginning. That's right, by the way, how much is that piece of fabric?"

The shopkeeper was digging his ears, he paused for a while, and replied casually, "Fifty coins a horse."