A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

"You are waiting for me here."

After Wu Dahu dropped these words, he shot out like an arrow flying off the string, with his muscles stretched and his figure vigorous.

Suddenly there was a space in front of him, and Song Qinghan felt a little out of place. He stood alone and tugged at his sleeves at a loss.

According to Wu Dahu, there are wild boars and foxes in this mountain, what if a big tiger suddenly pops up and eats him?Although the current condition of this body is not very good, it is still alive anyway, there is hope in life, and it is really all over after death.

He was thinking wildly, his heart was beating like a drum, and any slight disturbance could scare him to death.

Suddenly, there was a rustling sound from the bushes on the left. He took two steps back and looked there in horror.

"what--"

After seeing clearly that it was Wu Dahu who came, he covered his mouth and put the scream back into his throat.

Wu Dahu was stunned for a moment, seeing that his legs were trembling, he hurriedly stepped forward to support him, and asked distressedly: "Are you scared? It's my fault, I took a shortcut."

Song Qinghan patted his chest, his face flushed slightly, as if he didn't expect his timid side to be seen seriously.

A flash of red flashed in front of his eyes, he took a closer look and exclaimed: "Ah! You are hurt!"

Wu Dahu looked down at his right arm, smiled, and said indifferently: "It's nothing, just a skin injury."

As he spoke, he raised his left hand, revealing the fat hare, with bright eyes, and said, "I can give you extra meals tonight."

Unexpectedly, not only was Song Qinghan not happy, but his face darkened. He grabbed his injured right arm and asked coldly, "What did you hurt? How much blood did you get? Did you touch anything dirty just now?"

This is Song Qinghan's occupational disease. He not only pays attention to maintaining his body, but also doesn't want others to ruin his body, especially those related to him.

Seeing that Song Qinghan's expression was serious, Wu Dahu slowly put away his smile, frowned and thought for a while, and said, "I ran too fast just now, I was scraped by a branch, there wasn't much blood, and I didn't touch anything dirty. .”

Song Qinghan's complexion slowed down, but it was still ugly, and said: "Go back, I'll take care of it for you, so as not to get infected."

Wu Dahu felt shocked by Song Qinghan's aura, nodded obediently, and led the way.

Zuo Zuo has already hunted a hare today, the task is not that heavy, and he will come out after Song Qinghan takes a nap to see if he can encounter some more prey.

After the two returned, the first thing Song Qinghan did was to boil a pot of boiling water. After scalding the towel with boiling water, he carefully wiped around Wu Dahu's wound. It was too deep, so I didn't bandage it up for him, but said: "Don't let the wound touch water or dirty things for a few days, and don't remove it after the scab has formed, so as not to leave a scar."

Wu Dahu smiled indifferently, and said, "It's okay for a man to have some scars."

Song Qinghan glared at him, and said angrily: "I don't like it!"

As soon as these words came out, both of them fell silent, and the air became stagnant.

Song Qinghan was a little embarrassed, thinking that whether he likes it or not has nothing to do with Wu Dahu, and he will not live by touching his skin all day long.

Before he fled in despair, Wu Dahu suddenly gave a "huh" and said seriously: "After that, I won't leave any scars."

Fortunately, Song Qinghan had already turned around when he said this, so he didn't let him see his slightly flushed face.

Song Qinghan walked into the kitchen, just as he took out the yams in the basket, Wu Dahu stopped his hand and said, "I'll do it, tell me."

The moment the skins of the two touched, Song Qinghan felt an electric shock. After he realized it, he stroked his forehead and thought that he must be hallucinating from exhaustion.

The business is important. Under Song Qinghan's command, Wu Dahu washed the yam with water, without even removing the skin, cut it into small pieces three fingers wide, and steamed it in a steamer.

The steamed yam is fragrant, and the white glutinous inside looks refreshing and delicious.

After Wu Dahu peeled off the skin of the yam, he blew on it before putting it into Song Qinghan's mouth.

Song Qinghan took a bite, and finally felt that his mouth was not so dull, but he felt that he was like a child now, and Wu Dahu had to feed him, but if he took it by himself, the yam would be too hot.. ....

I don't know what Wu Dahu's hands are made of, but they are not afraid of being hot at all.

After Wu Dahu fed Song Qinghan, he peeled a yam and put it in his mouth.

As he ate, his eyes gradually glowed, and he said to Song Qinghan happily: "I didn't expect this tickling stick to be so delicious after being cooked!"

Song Qinghan rolled his eyes and corrected: "Yam, not a stick."

As he said that, he suddenly remembered something, looked around, and said in a low voice: "This, can you sell it for money?"

Wu Dahu thought for a while, frowned, and slowly said: "This thing is available in the fields and in the countryside, and others won't waste money on it."

Song Qinghan bit his thumb, and with a flash of inspiration, he slapped his hands and said, "It can be made into a finished product and sold! That way others won't know about it!"

"Finished product?" Wu Dahu looked at him suspiciously, as if he didn't understand what the word meant.

Song Qinghan pointed to the peeled yam in Wu Dahu's hand, and asked him: "If there is only this lump of meat, can you guess what you are eating? The premise is that you have never eaten yam before."

Wu Dahu suddenly realized and nodded, looking at Song Qinghan with some admiration in his eyes.

"Xiaohan is so smart, he can think of this."

Song Qinghan was a little embarrassed by him, what's so great about it, isn't it just a matter of lip service?

Just do what you say, Wu Dahu asked Song Qinghan to stay at home, while he went to the mountain and dug up all the yams he saw.

After sorting out the yams, it was already dark. Wu Dahu cleaned up the hares, took half of them and stewed them into soup, and put the other half on the fire, sprinkled with salt, and roasted directly.

Song Qinghan was a little surprised by Wu Dahu's taste, and couldn't help asking: "Why didn't you buy some other seasonings back? Is the seasoning too expensive?"

Wu Dahu was taken aback, not understanding what Song Qinghan meant, and asked instead: "Seasoning? Do you mean salt? Do you think the taste is too bland?"

Seeing that Wu Dahu was about to add a spoonful of salt, Song Qinghan quickly shook his head and said, "No, I mean pepper, ginger, garlic, and if it's better, there are cinnamon and star anise."

Wu Dahu understood, his eyes were a little strange, and he said: "Those things are not tasty, and secondly, they don't eat heads, so no one sells them."

This time it was Song Qinghan's turn to be stunned. After he realized the business opportunities here, he grabbed Wu Dahu's arm with joy and said anxiously: "These are all good things! Where can I find them?"

Wu Dahu glanced at the joint between the two, and waited for him to let go of his hand before saying, "I'll pick it off."

After a while, Wu Dahu came back with a handful of fresh ginger, red pepper and garlic.

Song Qinghan directed him to cut up these few things and put them into the stew pot and on the roasting rabbit meat respectively.

The fragrance gradually spread out, Wu Dahu's face became surprised, he looked up at Song Qinghan and said: "After adding these few things, the smell has become better!"

Song Qinghan proudly said: "That's natural, you will find out after a while, not only will it smell good, but it will also taste better!"

After the rabbit meat was roasted, Wu Dahu handed it to Song Qinghan and urged, "Eat it quickly, it won't taste good if it's cold."

After saying this, there was a rumbling sound in his stomach.

Seeing that he was a little embarrassed, Song Qinghan helped him pass a step, and said with a smile: "I am pregnant with a child, it is not good to eat baked food, you can eat, I will wait for the soup."

Wu Dahu had never heard that it would be bad for a pregnant person to eat roasted food. He guessed that this was an excuse Song Qinghan deliberately made up to make him eat rabbit meat.

He hadn't felt this kind of feeling of being cared for for a long time, and after biting off a piece of rabbit meat, he felt a little sore in his eyes.

Song Qinghan noticed his expression and couldn't help frowning and asked, "Is it because you put too much chili? You didn't eat spicy food before, so you might not be used to it."

Wu Dahu nodded indiscriminately, suppressing all the messy thoughts in his heart.

But there is only one thought that can't be suppressed no matter how hard it is: if Song Qinghan keeps doing this, it will be fine...

After they finished eating the rabbit meat and yam, they even drank up the soup, and then they were ready to go back to their room to sleep.

After Wu Dahu lay down, he remembered that he was going to the market to sell yams tomorrow, so he confessed: "I will go out early tomorrow morning, and I will leave some yams for you, and you can eat them when you get up. Just stay at home, it's not safe outside."

Song Qinghan wanted to see more of the world, how could he agree to Wu Dahu's proposal, thought for a while, and asked, "Is the market far away? Do you want to walk there?"

Wu Dahu nodded, remembering that Song Qinghan couldn't see him, he said "hmm" and said slowly, "It's not too far, it's more than ten miles away, and it takes half an hour to walk there."

Hearing this, Song Qinghan immediately retreated, ten miles is not far away?Also "it will be here in half an hour"?That's a full hour!And this speed is probably running.

He sighed sadly, Wu Dahu seemed to have read his mind, hesitated for a while, and said: "You should wait until you give birth, otherwise it will be bad if the Lin family sees you."

Song Qinghan was shocked, thinking of the Lin family who had abandoned his original body, and couldn't help asking: "Is the Lin family rich?"

Wu Dahu paused, and said slowly: "They are very rich. Their family is the biggest rich family in the town. I heard that all the men and women in the surrounding villages want to marry into it."

Male and female?Song Qinghan understood that this was referring to a man like him who could conceive.

"Then who married me? Why did you marry me?" He asked curiously.

Hearing this question, Wu Dahu probably thought it was funny, but he still remembered that Song Qinghan had lost his memory, so he patiently explained: "The eldest son of the Lin family has always liked beautiful males and females, and you are a famous man in the surrounding villages. Beauty, so if he doesn’t marry you, who will you marry?”