A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Song Qinghan touched his face in the dark, isn't it just two eyes, a nose and a mouth?What does it have to do with beauty?

After the two chatted for a while, Song Qinghan felt sleepy during pregnancy, and fell asleep when he tilted his head.

When he woke up the next day, Wu Dahu had already left, and the thatch and cotton tires on the ground were also cleaned up.

Song Qinghan thought to himself: This Wu Dahu is really a good partner. Although the house is broken, he always cleans it neatly. Even his own clothes are old but clean.

After he went to the kitchen to eat the still-warm yam, there was a sudden knock on the courtyard door.

"Brother Big Tiger? Is Brother Big Tiger there?" It was the voice of a young man.

Song Qinghan hesitated for a while, but said nothing.

Anyway, Wu Dahu wasn't there, so it was useless for him to open the door.

Perhaps seeing that there was no response from inside, the man outside lowered his voice and said, "Then I'll put the things here, and I should be able to see it when Big Tiger comes back."

To deliver something?Song Qinghan stretched out his hand, and the courtyard door opened in response.

Looking at each other, Song Qinghan saw the hostility in the man's eyes.

"Are you that shameless bitch?" The man grabbed the bamboo basket in his hand and frowned.

Song Qinghan looked him over calmly, thinking: he is actually a handsome guy with red lips and white teeth.

Song Qinghan was no stranger to this kind of hostility, he had often seen it in the eyes of those women before.

Who let him rob their dream lover?

After judging the situation, Song Qinghan smiled slightly, and said naturally: "It should be, my husband is only a female man."

He didn't know why he deliberately said such words to anger this little brother, but after finding out that someone actually admired that piece of wood, he felt vaguely uncomfortable.

Such an incomprehensible, poor and black man who has nothing but muscles, yet someone would snatch him!

Sure enough, after he said this, the little brother's eyes turned red, he stomped his feet in grievance, and said angrily: "Shameless! Capricious! It's you who killed Brother Dahu!"

Song Qinghan raised his eyebrows, and said slowly: "How can this marriage be called harm? It's just a willingness to fight and a willingness to suffer."

Seeing that there was no guilt on his face, the little brother bit his lower lip and said as if he was going all out: "If it wasn't for you, Brother Dahu would have become a guard now, and he would go to enjoy the blessings with the nobleman! Now! The fields are gone. The money is gone, and it was all drained by your mother who eats people and doesn't spit out bones! You can only live by hunting hard! You still want to die and live all day long, I really feel sorry for Big Tiger!"

"Xiaoqing, that's enough!"

Wu Dahu's figure suddenly appeared, and he stopped talking with an ugly expression.

The man named Xiaoqing trembled and fled without even daring to turn his head.

Song Qinghan stood motionless at the same spot. When Wu Dahu passed him by, his eyelashes trembled, and he suddenly asked, "Is everything he said true?"

Wu Dahu paused, closed the door with his backhand, suppressed his emotions and said, "It's all over."

He passed, but Song Qinghan just found out, how could he pass?

"Are you stupid? To give up such a good future for such a rotten person, you will give their family whatever they want? You don't even keep your private money! Even if they know that he is pregnant, no one else will want it. All the money wants you to marry him, but you still have to rush to treat him as a treasure, let alone that little brother, I'm not worth it for you!"

After saying such a long series of words, Song Qing had a cold face and rubbed his head irritably, not knowing whether he was angry with himself or Wu Dahu.

Wu Dahu clenched his fist and said suddenly, "Not bad."

Song Qinghan paused, and asked back: "What's not bad?"

"You." Wu Dahu looked up into his eyes, and said slowly, "You're not a rotten person."

After saying this, he turned around and went into the kitchen as if he felt that the oppressive atmosphere made him unable to breathe.

Song Qinghan turned around, looked at his lonely back, his eyes were sore, and he quickly raised his head to suppress his tears.

He was a little envious of the original owner. There was such a person who could silently clean up the mess he had caused, and who could stand firmly by his side when everyone accused him.

How lucky?

After Song Qinghan calmed down, he felt that his behavior just now was a bit reckless.

In this matter, Wu Dahu was just a victim from the beginning to the end, so what qualifications do I have to blame him?

He walked slowly into the kitchen, trying to ease the awkward relationship between the two of them again.

"Why did you come back so early? Is the yam easy to sell?"

Wu Dahu didn't even lift his head, and replied flatly: "It's easy to sell. I sell it for a copper coin cheaper than sweet potatoes, so those people have come to buy yams."

Song Qinghan breathed a sigh of relief, but he couldn't help but put himself in the role of Wu Dahu.

If I should be sitting in a big warm house eating snacks, but now I can only sit on the floor in a dirty kitchen, counting the copper coins I just earned, how sad I should be... how sad.

As if he could see through his thoughts, Wu Dahu raised his head slightly, but still didn't look at him, and said slowly: "You don't have to feel sad, this is a choice I made after careful consideration, what consequences will I have? I have already thought it through, the only regret is that I let you suffer with me."

After speaking, he handed over a black jar and said, "Didn't you say yesterday that you would use a thorn...sugar jar to make wine? I bought you a jar of wine today, I don't know if it's enough."

Song Qinghan took the jar and took a deep look at Wu Dahu.

This man is rough but delicate, sensitive and affectionate, no wonder he has such a lovely admirer, it's a pity...

He glanced at his stomach and suddenly felt lucky.

Fortunately, having a child is a magic weapon, Wu Dahu still belongs to him for the time being, as for the future, he doesn't want to think about it yet.

Song Qinghan washed the sugar jars, dried them, put them all into the wine jars, sealed the openings with mud, and placed them in the corner of the room.

It was still early, and Wu Dahu seemed to want to go into the mountains, but he also wanted to help Song Qinghan make lunch, so he was a little restless for a while.

Song Qinghan also saw through his thoughts this time, and said, "You go, be careful not to touch the wound on your hand, it will be very troublesome to get infected, I will cook by myself."

Wu Dahu finally took a look at him, and after seeing his calm face, he nodded, picked up the basket, and walked outside.

Near noon, Song Qinghan had just finished making lunch when he heard a hasty knock on the door from outside.

"Brother Big Tiger! Brother Big Tiger, help me! Help my female father!"

After Song Qinghan heard it was Xiaoqing's voice, he didn't want to answer him at first, but after hearing the second half of his words, he still opened the door and asked before he could react: "What's wrong with your mother?"

Xiaoqing glanced at the yard, but he failed to see Wu Dahu as he wished, but he clearly remembered that Wu Dahu had returned, turned his head to look at Song Qinghan, and asked angrily, "Where did you send Brother Dahu? Don't let him eat lunch?"

Song Qinghan plucked his ears impatiently, and repeated his own question: "What's wrong with your female father?"

Xiaoqing hesitated for a while, knowing the seriousness of the matter, afraid that Song Qinghan would not tell him Wu Dahu's whereabouts without asking the reason, and said: "The female father just fell off the roof and scraped on a piece of wood. There was a long cut in the back, and a lot of blood flowed..."

Seeing that his voice was choked up, Song Qinghan knew that it wasn't a lie, so he frowned and said in a deep voice, "Take me there!"

Xiaoqing thought that he still didn't believe it, so she had to see it with her own eyes to be relieved, stomped her feet heavily, and cried, "What's the use of you going? Go find Brother Dahu! Brother Dahu has been hunting in the mountains for many years, and he knows something. Herbs can cure diseases, if it is too late, the female father will die!"

Song Qinghan got a bit of a headache from his troubles, so he grabbed his hand decisively, pulled it outward, and said coldly: "If you continue to make trouble here, your father will really die, hurry up and lead the way!"

Xiaoqing seemed shocked by Song Qinghan's sudden change of momentum, she stared blankly at him, then came to her senses, and hurriedly ran towards her home.

When the two entered Xiaoqing's house, his female father was still lying on the ground, moaning in pain.

The other middle-aged man was probably Xiaoqing's father, walking around bewilderedly, seemingly helpless.

When he saw Xiaoqing bringing someone in, his father's eyes lit up and he shouted, "Dahu..."

Song Qinghan glanced at him, and calmly directed: "Xiaoqing, go to boil the water, take out the needles and threads at home, and if there is wine, bring them out as well."

After finishing speaking, he walked up to Xiaoqing's father, took a look at his wound, frowned and said, "Carry him to a clean bed and take off his shirt."

After he finished giving orders, seeing the two of them motionless, he yelled, "Hurry up!"

Xiaoqing and his father acted as if they had just woken up from a dream. Although they were in a hurry, they were finally ready according to what Song Qinghan said.

Song Qinghan rolled up his sleeves, used a hot towel to clean up all the blood near the wound of Xiaoqing's father, sterilized his hands and needles with wine, put the needles on the flame and roasted them for a while, and then walked quickly to In front of Xiaoqing's father, she helped him to sew up the wound.

Xiaoqing couldn't help but questioned: "Needle and thread are used to sew clothes..."

Song Qing coldly glanced at him, then lowered his head and continued to sew.

Being swept away by his eyes, even Xiaoqing's father didn't dare to speak, he could only comfort himself in his heart that he should be treated like a living horse doctor. After all, even herbal medicine can hardly stop the bleeding of such a wide wound. .

After finishing the last stitch, Song Qinghan straightened up, wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand tiredly, stopped his teetering tendency, and said softly: "Okay."

Xiaoqing and his father rushed to the bed, and after seeing that Xiaoqing's female father's back was stitched neatly without a trace of blood flowing out, they wept with joy and said excitedly: "God bless, everything is fine!"

Song Qinghan rubbed his temples, poured a basin of cold water on them, and said, "I can't say it's okay. After tonight, if the wound doesn't get inflamed, there's a relatively high chance of it being okay."

Xiaoqing trembled, finally realized his existence, stood up slowly, lowered her head, and asked in a low voice: "What do you mean by what you just said? How can we make the female father okay?"