A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

The processing methods of spices are similar, nothing more than drying in the sun or drying with fire.

However, because cumin and pepper are small particles with a large amount, the two of them worked for a whole afternoon to process all the cumin and pepper they brought back into finished spices.

Wu Dahu only relied on the taste of these two things, he really couldn't imagine their beauty.

It happened that Song Qinghan was preparing to make dinner. In order to let Wu Dahu feel the taste of cumin and pepper, he cooked the jerky until soft, skewered it with skewers, and roasted it on the fire again.

Cumin can be sprinkled directly on the meat, but pepper is better ground and sprinkled.

Fortunately, Song Qinghan asked Laifu to buy a mortar from the town to prepare for emergencies.

He asked Wu Dahu to grind the pepper into powder in a mortar, then scooped up half a spoonful with a small spoon and sprinkled it evenly on the meat skewers.

The bear meat marinated with star anise, green onion, ginger and garlic is already very delicious, but under the stimulation of pepper and cumin, the smell of this meat has been further improved, making the smeller unable to stop.

Wu Dahu couldn't help sliding his throat and swallowed.

Song Qinghan handed the meat skewers to him with a smile, and introduced when he was eating: "This skewer is sprinkled with cumin, and this skewer is sprinkled with pepper. What do you think of the taste?"

As soon as the meat was in his mouth, Wu Dahu's eyes widened, he quickly swallowed what was in his mouth, pointed to the string with cumin, and sighed: "The taste of this cumin with meat is really wonderful. , It’s the first time I’ve eaten such a delicious thing!”

After speaking, he tasted the string with pepper, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "I ate the cumin taste first, so I can't taste the pepper, but it seems to be pretty good."

Song Qinghan nodded in understanding, in fact, even if he eats the bunch of pepper first, it can't hide the deliciousness of cumin.

With cumin and meat, the gods will not worry!

After grilling the meat skewers in his hand, he put them all on a plate beside him, and said to Wu Dahu: "This meat has been boiled in water beforehand, so it doesn't taste so hot, you can pick some lettuce later and wash it clean." Finally, let Grandpa Qin eat meat skewers with lettuce."

Wu Dahu hesitated and said: "Should I eat it directly after washing it? No need to cook it?"

Seeing that he didn't believe it, Song Qinghan waved his hands and said, "You go pick it now, we'll eat it later anyway."

People here don't like to eat lettuce very much, because lettuce is soft after cooking, and it tastes a bit bland, unlike other green vegetables, it tastes sweet and tender, so they mainly grow lettuce for animals food.

Normally, Song Qinghan wouldn't think of eating lettuce, but now that he has cumin, he suddenly remembered the taste of meat wrapped in lettuce, and his mouth craving started.

Wu Dahu was very fast, and all the lettuce brought back was the tenderest lettuce, which looked verdant.

After washing the lettuce, he put it in a basin and served it to Song Qinghan.

Song Qinghan chose a piece of lettuce of a moderate size, put the bear meat in the middle, wrapped it squarely, then reached out and handed it to Wu Dahu's mouth, and said with a smile: "Ah, open your mouth."

Although Wu Dahu was somewhat resistant to the uncooked lettuce, but because it was fed by Song Qinghan himself, he opened his mouth obediently and ate the whole lettuce wrapped in meat.

The fresh and sweet taste of lettuce is paired with the meaty aroma of cumin, which makes people more and more addicted to chewing. After eating, there is a feeling of nostalgia.

Seeing that Wu Dahu didn't speak, but just stared at the lettuce, Song Qinghan knew that he was "conquered" by him again.

After Wu Dahu wrapped the lettuce and meat skewers, he walked out the door quickly, looking like he wanted to send them to Grandpa Qin quickly so that he could continue to taste the wonderful taste of lettuce wrapped meat.

Song Qinghan smiled, leaned against the wall and straightened up, subconsciously thumping his waist.

The closer the day of delivery came, the more sore his waist became, and sometimes he even felt like his stomach was about to fall.

He touched his big belly and remembered the scene on the day when Zhu Er had a difficult delivery.

If he had dystocia, would it be possible to cut his own belly and sew it up after giving birth?

Thinking of this weird and bloody scene, even though he had seen many big scenes so far, he couldn't help but shudder.

It seems that if there is a chance, it is time to take in an apprentice, preferably one not far away, so that if something happens to him, someone can help him, after all, doctors don't heal themselves.

Wu Dahu was very fast, and came back in a blink of an eye, still holding a suit of clothes and two pairs of shoes.

Seeing Song Qinghan looking at the things in his hands suspiciously, he explained with a wry smile: "I didn't expect that the fabric that I gave to Grandpa Qin before was useless at all, but it was used to make clothes for us. I made it for you, because considering that you will give birth soon, I am afraid that there will be no suitable clothes to wear at that time, so I made a set of clothes suitable for you after giving birth according to your approximate body shape."

"These two pairs of shoes were also made after he visually observed the length of our feet."

Song Qinghan took the clothes with emotion, carefully looked at the traces on it, and praised: "Grandpa Qin's needlework is really amazing, you can't even tell where the threads are going, have you paid?"

Wu Dahu shook his head helplessly, and said in a low voice: "You also know Grandpa Qin's character. He thinks that we are bringing food to him and dragging us down by treating him, so he compensates us in a different way."

Song Qinghan thought so too, put the clothes back into the room, and comforted him: "Let's take these clothes and shoes, otherwise it's not good for Grandpa Qin to feel bad all the time. We can compensate him in other ways."

Wu Dahu sighed, nodded and said: "That's the only way to go. From now on, treat him as your own grandpa and treat him well."

Thinking of Grandpa Qin's situation, the atmosphere fell into a downturn for a while. Fortunately, Wu Dahu's mood was quickly healed by the lettuce wrap.

Song Qinghan looked at him dumbfounded, and couldn't help persuading him: "It's not that I can't eat anymore, eat slowly, what if I hurt my stomach?"

After being reminded by him like this, Wu Dahu realized that his stomach was already full, and if he ate any more, he might reach his throat.

He reluctantly put down the lettuce, looked at the cumin and pepper that had been made into seasonings, and said confidently: "These two things will definitely sell for a good price, and they may be even more popular than what we sold before."

Song Qinghan was not as optimistic as he was. He shook his head and said, "It might sell well in a short time, but it won't sell so well after a long time."

Wu Dahu wondered: "Why? Is it easier to get bored?"

Song Qinghan pointed to cumin and pepper, and patiently explained: "These two are more delicious when used on barbecue, but how can ordinary people eat barbecue every day? There are only onions, ginger, garlic and star anise, whether it is cooking or stewing. Or barbecue, it can be used.”

When he said this, Wu Dahu understood instantly, and nodded clearly.

Song Qinghan saw that there were blue marks under his eyes, and persuaded him: "Go to sleep, you are also tired today."

Although he was tired, Wu Dahu waited until Song Qinghan went to bed before going back to the next room to sleep alone.

In the early morning of the next day, when Song Qinghan walked out of the room, he saw Wu Dahu exercising in the courtyard. Although the muscles on Wu Dahu's body were a little smaller due to the injury, Song Qinghan was shocked by the power contained in it. .

After the two of them finished their routine breakfast, Wu Dahu couldn't help but want to go into the mountain again.

After Song Qinghan learned that he wanted to pick Luo Han Guo, he did not refuse. First, he wanted to send the Luo Han Guo promised to Dr. Luo to Huichun Hall as soon as possible, and second, he wanted to take advantage of the last period of time to exercise well.

Ever since Wu Dahu was injured, he found that his body was far less fragile than he imagined, and the situation that the child in his stomach would fall out as he imagined had never happened so far.

The two reached an agreement, and after decisively carrying the basket on their backs, they walked towards the back mountain.

After working for a long time, the two returned with two bags of mangosteen and star anise.

After lunch and helping Grandpa Qin change his medicine, Wu Dahu was ready to go to Laifu's house to discuss business matters.

Song Qinghan felt that it was not good for him to go empty-handed, and besides, he couldn't talk about business, so he asked him to bring a small jar of sugar and wine.

Wu Dahu went there and didn't come back until dark. Song Qinghan even brought the dinner to Grandpa Qin, because he was afraid that he would be hungry after the meal.

Seeing Wu Dahu's serious expression, Song Qinghan thought that the business deal had collapsed, so he couldn't help comforting him and said, "If the risk is really high, then forget it, and the seasoning and mangosteen that can influence us can also be sold for a lot of money, which is enough lived."

Wu Dahu didn't say anything, just said: "Let's eat first, I'll tell you after I finish."

Although the meal was finished, Song Qinghan noticed that Wu Dahu's mind was obviously not on the meal, his eyes were out of focus, and he seemed to be wandering.

Sure enough, he intentionally put a piece of ginger into Wu Dahu's rice, Wu Dahu didn't even look at it, just ate it with the rice, and didn't come back to his senses until something was wrong with his chewing.

Wu Dahu swallowed the ginger with a wry smile, quickly finished the meal, wiped his mouth, and then relayed the conversation in the afternoon to Song Qinghan.

"There is no shortage of money in Laifu, but there is a shortage of manpower, because he heard that the fur in a small town in the south is several times cheaper than ours. If you buy more, the price will be even cheaper, so he wants to bring people. Go to that small town and buy all the furs that can be bought, and then whether you sell them in our town or in neighboring towns, you can make a lot of money."