A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

The first place they went to was in the northwest corner of the state capital. There were small vendors and hooligans here. It was a bit messy, but it was really lively. When they arrived, there was a lot of people shouting and shouting.

Although it wasn't long after eating breakfast, Song Qinghan felt hungry again when he saw the dazzling array of snacks.

Wu Dahu saw his longing from Song Qinghan's eyes, his heart moved, and he asked with a smile: "What do you want to eat? Try the craftsmanship of the people in the state capital."

Song Qinghan hesitated for a moment, touched the bulging bank notes in his arms, and immediately gained confidence, followed the most fragrant smell, and walked to a small stall selling fried food.

Seeing this, the peddler warmly greeted him, "What kind of food do you like? Sweet or salty?"

Song Qinghan hesitated for a moment, glanced at Wu Dahu, and said slowly: "Sweet, sweet."

"Come on, do you like food with more oil or less oil?"

"Let's have less oil."

The peddler who got the information directly put two strings of sugar oil cakes in a kraft paper bag, and enthusiastically said, "Try this, it's absolutely delicious!"

Song Qinghan is actually more curious about other kinds of snacks. After all, he has eaten such things as sugar and oil Baba in modern times. If he still eats this kind of food in ancient times, it will appear uncharacteristic.

Seeing that he didn't pick it up, the peddler's face darkened, and he said with a fake smile: "It's all in bags, don't you want it?"

Wu Dahu noticed that many people around were looking this way, he frowned, took out ten copper coins, put them into the peddler's hand, and was about to take the kraft paper bag, when the peddler suddenly withdrew his hand, arrogantly Authentic: "Hey, ten copper coins were missed."

Song Qinghan frowned and said, "Do you want ten copper coins for such a string?"

The peddler folded his arms and said confidently: "I said ten copper coins will be ten copper coins, you can just buy it or not!"

The peddlers who were temporarily out of business came over one after another, rushing behind the peddler, like thugs.

Wu Dahu had no intention of causing trouble, so he quickly took out ten copper coins, put them in the hands of the peddler, took the kraft paper bag, and left with Song Qinghan.

After walking far away, Song Qinghan complained: "The vendors here are too domineering, just like local snakes!"

He angrily pulled out the bamboo stick from the kraft paper bag, bit down a piece of sugar oil cake viciously, chewed it for a while, and said to himself: "It's actually quite delicious..."

The freshly fried sugar oil cakes are crispy on the outside and soft on the inside.

After eating the string of sugar and oil cakes, his anger has almost disappeared, but he still feels a little uncomfortable, and he said as if to vent: "If his attitude is better, the business won't be so bad. He really has no brains!"

A smile flashed across Wu Dahu's eyes, he shook his head and said, "It can be seen that those people are all in the same group, who specially pick out foreigners to bully them, and your and my accents are slightly different from theirs, and after they figured it out, they were a little unscrupulous gone."

If they didn't want sugar and oil cakes at that time, or didn't give enough money, presumably a bunch of people would gather around them and ask them to "explain it".

Song Qinghan took out the remaining string of sugar oil cakes, stretched it out and fed one to Wu Dahu, shook his head when he saw that he had finished eating one, and was about to stuff it into his mouth. Bite the gold", Xiaoshi grabbed his hand and looked at the round sugar and oil cakes eagerly.

Seeing Little Shitou impatiently sticking out his little tongue, Song Qinghan suddenly laughed, hugging his belly and said, "I'm a foodie at such a young age, I'll be fine when I grow up!"

He stretched out his hand, quickly put the sugar-oiled cake near Xiaoshi's mouth, took advantage of his tongue to lick it, and quickly withdrew his hand, and waited for Xiaoshi to make an irritable sound, then put down the sugar-oiled cake, looked at Xiaoshi once I was deceived again and laughed happily.

Wu Dahu watched helplessly as Song Qinghan teased Xiao Shitou childishly back and forth, stretched out his hand to grab Song Qinghan's hand, and said dotingly: "If you don't want to eat any more, I will eat it. Xiao Shitou is probably hungry. We will eat it later." Go back and feed him rice cereal before going to the next house."

Song Qinghan withdrew his hand embarrassingly, and quickly finished eating the sugar and oil cakes. He didn't know where he got his bad taste, but it was really fun to tease his son...

The two passed another street on the way back. Song Qinghan moved his ears after hearing a faint sound of "goat milk", and turned his head to look at the source of the sound.

In front of the door of a grand mansion, a man dressed as a farmer was passing a ceramic jar to the servants inside the door. Judging by the shape of his lips, he seemed to be explaining some precautions.

Seeing the man ready to leave after finishing speaking, Song Qinghan subconsciously chased after him and asked aloud, "Brother, did you just say 'goat milk'?"

The man dressed as a farmer looked Song Qinghan and Wu Dahu warily up and down, held the money in his arms tightly, and asked with a frown, "Yeah, what's wrong?"

Wu Dahu and Song Qinghan looked at each other, and asked, "Can you sell us this goat's milk? Or sell us the whole goat?"

The farmer hesitated for a while, then shook his head and said: "I can't sell it, my family only has two sheep, and the milk squeezed out every day has to be supplied to the big family, and there is not even a bowl more."

Disappointment flashed across Song Qinghan's eyes, but Wu Dahu was not discouraged, and continued to ask: "Then you must know where to buy sheep? My baby is just born, and I want to feed it with goat's milk, please give me some pointers." two."

As he spoke, he took out a piece of silver from his pocket and put it into the farmer's hand.

The face of the farmer who got the money softened, he glanced at the cute little stone in the swaddle, and said softly: "I really wouldn't say this if I were a different person, but your accent is also a foreigner, so I believe you once! After you hear it, don't tell others casually, understand?"

Wu Dahu and Song Qinghan nodded in unison, as if they didn't expect to be so mysterious when buying a sheep.

The farmer looked around, approached Wu Dahu, and said in a low voice: "Go to the west, there is a small town called 'Moshang', where there is a big farm with hundreds of sheep. I bought it. But... I heard that since I left last time, a large-scale smallpox broke out there, and it has probably become a dead town by now."

He shook his head regretfully, he didn't know whether he was feeling sorry for the people in the moshang, or because he didn't buy a few more sheep.

"smallpox?"

Song Qinghan repeated it, with a thoughtful expression on his face.

This disease is so famous, it is impossible for him not to know about it, and he even read about it in elementary school.

Wu Dahu thought that he was afraid of the disease, so he comforted him, "If that's the case, then we'll find another way. Apart from Moshang, there must be other places where sheep are sold."

The farmer probably didn't have much hope for this, he shook his head and said: "Except for going to the desert, the only way to go to the northwest is to buy sheep when you reach the border. Not to mention the long journey to the border, but the danger along the way. , That's impossible to guard against, otherwise why didn't these elders send people? If it weren't for the checks and balances of their families, my sheep would be taken away by them."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but look back, waved his hand and said, "I'm leaving, so you can take care of yourself."

Looking at his running back, Song Qinghan touched his chin, and said slowly: "This desert, you can go and have a look."

A flash of surprise flashed in Wu Dahu's eyes, and he asked suspiciously, "Aren't you afraid of smallpox? If it is true as he said, and there is a large-scale smallpox in the desert, no one will survive there, let alone sheep."

It is impossible to say that he is not afraid. After all, this body is not like his in modern times. He has been vaccinated with various vaccines. If he goes there rashly, no matter how careful he is, there is a risk of being infected. Not to mention saving people, even self-help is a problem.

But his duty as a doctor made him unable to ignore such things. After thinking for a while, he said decisively: "After we settle down, I'll go over there and see what's going on over there. Going in, if it's not serious... Maybe I can find a way to save them."

Wu Dahu's heart tightened, he squeezed his hand and said: "Go together, people with terminal illness are emotionally unstable, it's not safe for you to go alone."

Song Qinghan's heart warmed, and he held his hand instead, and said with a light smile, "Don't worry, I'm just going to check on the situation, and I'll leave immediately if something goes wrong. If you go too, what will Xiaoshi do? Can Wenxuan take him alone?"

Although Wu Dahu knew that Song Qinghan's words made sense, he still couldn't stop worrying in his heart, thinking that it was useless to worry now, he simply put the matter in his heart for the time being.

After the two returned to the inn, they ate lunch, fed Xiao Shitou rice cereal, checked the situation of the leader of the acrobatic troupe, and went out again.

The houses in the northwest corner don’t need to be considered. Although they didn’t go to see what the houses there looked like, the peddlers gave them a really bad impression. If they want to be neighbors with those people for a long time, they definitely don’t want to .

After excluding that side, the two walked towards the southeast corner. This side and the northwest corner are two completely opposite environments.

If the northwest corner is the bustle of ordinary people, then the southeast corner is the tranquility of big families.

The two of them walked all the way to the target location without seeing even half a person. Surrounded by deep houses and large courtyards, the noisy sounds were isolated. Occasionally, there were one or two clear and crisp bird calls, which felt like a paradise.

The yard to be sold was sandwiched between two wealthy mansions, just like little Teddy in front of the big golden retriever, looking pitiful.

Wu Dahu walked over and knocked on the door. A balding middle-aged man with black eye sockets poked his head out, looked at their clothes, and asked dejectedly, "What's the matter?"

"We are new to the state capital and want to find a suitable place to settle down. I don't know..."

Before Wu Dahu could finish his speech, the bald man's eyes lit up, he quickly opened the door, and said happily, "Come in, come in, my yard is definitely suitable for you to live in, you will definitely like it!"