A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

The shopkeeper watched a lot of plots like Wu Dahu and Song Qinghan.

If the business is good, he will definitely throw them out and let them come in after discussing slowly, but today's business is not so good, he has the right to watch a show, and see who will convince whom .

After hearing the shopkeeper's answer, Wu Dahu's eyes flashed with joy, and he said to Song Qinghan: "That piece of fabric is pretty good, just buy that one."

Seeing him like this, Song Qinghan finally understood the helplessness of those women in modern times.

He sighed, and said unhappily: "Aside from the good price, what else is good about that piece of fabric? It feels so rough, like wearing a sack. Can it be worn well?"

Wu Dahu chuckled, completely unaware of the change in Song Qinghan's mood, and said to himself: "I have rough skin and thick flesh, so I'm not afraid of rough fabrics. It's like scratching an itch when I wear it. It's so comfortable!"

Song Qinghan resolutely refused: "No! Just this one!"

It was the first time Wu Dahu saw Song Qinghan lose his temper with him like this, and it was still in front of outsiders, his face couldn't help but become embarrassed, but getting him to agree was like cutting flesh on him.

That's a full ten taels of silver!Almost all the money they have left from selling the goods today!

It was the first time for the shopkeeper to see such a tough female and male. In the past, those quarrels usually ended with the female and male submitting to the man's decision, but this time it was interesting. If he read correctly, this female and male seemed to be To win.

But what's the point of winning an argument?I'm only afraid of losing more.

He probably thought of what happened to him, sighed suddenly, and interjected: "Okay, okay, you two take a step back and choose a fabric that costs five taels of silver? Here, that dark gray one, look at it." How about it?"

Song Qinghan paused, and after seeing the injuries in Wu Dahu's eyes, he stopped insisting and walked towards the piece of fabric recommended by the shopkeeper.

He touched it, said "hmm" expressionlessly, and said, "Just this one."

Seeing this, Wu Dahu nodded and agreed, "Okay, this one."

Although Song Qinghan was still angry, he did not forget the most important thing, and asked: "This is just fabric, are you here to help make clothes?"

The shopkeeper thought Song Qinghan was quite interesting, so he explained with a smile: "If you make clothes here, you need at least one tael of silver for a set. If you hire someone to do it in the village, it's just a meal. , it all depends on your choice."

Wu Dahu also opened his mouth and said, "Let's go back and ask someone to make it. My clothes used to be made by people who are good at handicrafts in the village."

Song Qinghan nodded, seeing Wu Dahu paid the money from the shopkeeper, took the fabric, and went out first.

Seeing him like this, Wu Dahu originally wanted him to choose a piece of fabric, but the words turned into a sigh.

The thoughts of women and men are really unpredictable, especially pregnant women and men.

The two sat in the bullock cart back to the village and didn't speak a word all the way. It was not until they walked slowly home that Wu Dahu finally took the initiative to break the silence.

"I just feel sorry for the money, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Song Qinghan's eyes were sour, and he said in a low voice: "I just want you to dress better, I didn't mean to lose face in front of outsiders."

Seeing his tears rolling in his eyes, Wu Dahu's heart tightened, he freed his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him: "I was wrong, I didn't understand your kindness, but now that I think about it, money is worthless anyway. You can earn it, so what's the use of being distressed? It's better to live happily, and I won't do this again in the future."

Hearing what he said, Song Qinghan said with half guilt and half relief: "That's right, money will only get more and more, and it's not right to just earn money without spending it, but you have to spend it within a moderate range. It won’t be the best when you open your mouth like this.”

Wu Dahu helped him wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said with a smile, "Okay, we won't quarrel anymore."

Song Qinghan nodded, feeling a warm current in his heart.

It's great to be able to make progress together and adapt to each other in the friction.

When they got home, they saw the person they never wanted to see again.

"What are you doing here again?"

Song Qinghan frowned and said angrily.

He really couldn't do anything about this piece of brown candy. No matter how he flirted or reasoned, he just ignored it and lived in his own world.

A look of injury flashed across Lin Dafu's eyes, but he still stretched out his hand to reveal the contents of the carriage, and said with a smile: "Qinghan, this is a new fabric that has just been shipped from Jiangnan, and the town hasn't started selling it yet, so I'll give it to you first." You brought it here, you can make some clothes with it."

Song Qinghan glanced at his carriage and saw that there were always eight piles of cloth, not to mention ten, and couldn't help thinking angrily in his heart: Damn rich people!

Wu Dahu didn't forget that Lin Dafu gave them eggs, and suddenly said to him: "Wait a minute, I'll get something."

Lin Dafu looked puzzled, watching Wu Dahu lead Song Qinghan into the yard, he couldn't help but follow and stood in front of the door, as if he was afraid that Wu Dahu would stop him outside.

Wu Dahu packed all the mangosteen and seasonings left at home, put them beside Lin Dafu's carriage, and said to him: "This is a gift in return for the eggs you gave us. The mangosteen is used to soak in water, and the seasoning is used to cook meat. Although it’s not a valuable thing, it’s still a rare item, don’t come here again, don’t you see that continuing like this will only make Xiaohan hate you? If you really want to come, come after Xiaohan has given birth.”

Lin Dafu stared blankly at those things, then glanced at Song Qinghan, seeing that he was looking at him with disgust, he felt a pang in his heart, put the things into the carriage, and took out the fabric he brought , leaning against the outer wall of the yard, said in a low voice: "Take these as my apology for the past few days."

Song Qinghan refused: "Take it back, we don't need it."

"If you don't need it, throw it here."

Lin Dafu lowered his head and said softly.

After saying this, he took a deep look at Song Qinghan, got into the carriage, and left slowly.

For some reason, Wu Dahu looked at Lin Dafu's back, and suddenly said: "He is also an idiot."

Song Qinghan gave him a strange look and asked, "Are you sympathizing with him?"

Wu Dahu smiled, shook his head and said, "If you don't have time to take care of yourself, how can you have the time to sympathize with him?"

Song Qinghan walked over to look at the fabrics, but regretfully said: "If someone else sent it, I'll take it, but it's a pity that he sent it, what should I do now?"

Naturally, no one wants to worry about good things, it's just that they can't.

So Wu Dahu said: "I'll send it to those who need it in the village later, and I just have to make clothes."

Song Qinghan nodded in agreement, and went back to the yard with him. After eating, he rested for a while and went out again.

On the way, Wu Dahu introduced the situation of each family in the village to Song Qinghan, pointed to the smallest courtyard and said: "There is a widowed female living there, the handicrafts are very good, and people in the village like to go to him to make clothes. "

widowed?It's almost like a widow, right?

Song Qinghan followed Wu Dahu, watched him knock on the door of that yard, and shouted loudly: "Grandpa Qin, I'm here to ask you to make clothes!"

After finishing speaking, Wu Dahu explained to Song Qinghan: "He is old and his ears are not very good."

Song Qinghan nodded in understanding, looked at the old man who opened the door, and greeted with a smile.

Grandpa Qin was stunned for a moment, realizing that Song Qinghan was Wu Dahu's newly married husband, and said happily: "It's really watery! Dahu married a good husband! Come in!"

The two stepped into the yard, Song Qinghan carefully avoided the densely grown vegetables on the ground, and felt a little sad seeing how empty Grandpa Qin's room was.

Wu Dahu smiled and handed the four pieces of cloth to Grandpa Qin, explaining: "This one belongs to me, and the other three pieces are entrusted by Mr. Lin to you!"

Grandpa Qin didn't seem to react, and asked loudly, "What? Why did Mr. Lin give it to me?"

Wu Dahu saw Grandpa Qin's attitude of not wanting it without asking, so he had to patiently say: "Because Mr. Lin is happy! If you buy too much fabric, let me help you pass it on to the people in the village!"

Grandpa Qin was stunned, but he finally understood Wu Dahu's words, touched the fabric on his hand with emotion, and said cherishingly: "This is a good material. I have lived for so long, and this is the first time I have seen such a cloth." Good material, I didn't expect it to be for me, Mr. Lin is a kind person..."

Seeing him wipe away his tears, Wu Dahu persuaded with a smile, "This is a good thing! Why are you crying? Don't forget my clothes, this is your reward."

Grandpa Qin subconsciously borrowed money, and saw that it was a piece of broken silver, he said in embarrassment: "I don't have any money to give you, give it to me when you have some change."

Wu Dahu didn't stretch out his hand, and said: "This is the reward for this dress. After all, this piece of fabric is expensive, so it's not easy to make it, so you can continue!"

Grandpa Qin waved his hand, insisting on returning the broken silver to Wu Dahu, and said brokenly: "I have been making clothes for so long, and the price has always been the same, no matter what kind of fabric is at this price, don't worry, I won't It will stain your fabric, take the money back, and give it to me when you have change next time, I am an old man, and I have no use for the money..."

Seeing him like this, Song Qinghan couldn't help persuading him: "Grandpa, you can keep it, you are old, and making clothes is also hard..."

"It's true that I'm old, but what's so hard about making clothes?" Grandpa Qin's eyes widened, and he retorted directly. After realizing that his tone would scare Song Qinghan, he calmed down and continued: "I I know that you feel sorry for me, an old man, but being a human being is all about honesty, and it’s all a piece of clothing, so how can it be priced at this price for a while, and that price for a while, don’t you think so?”