A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

The scenery in the forest is pretty good. Occasionally, there are one or two wintersweet trees, which make up the green.

Song QingHan, after watching all the way, said without any expression: "sure enough, the climate is different, and those things are gone. Fortunately, the seasoning can grow no matter where it is. In a big deal, we will plant it ourselves."

Seeing that he didn't show any disappointment, Wu Dahu put his heart down a little. Yu Guang glanced at a bit of yellow, fixed his eyes, pointed to the place and said, "is that food edible?"

Song QingHan looked through his fingers. After seeing something like a small lantern, he stopped and searched for a moment in his memory. He felt that this thing was familiar, but he could not remember its name.

Wu Dahu saw that he didn't speak and didn't urge him. Anyway, this time he came in was just a chance. If nothing happened, they would not lose.

When song QingHan's hand took off the thing and peeled off the skin, he finally responded, "ah," and suddenly realized: "it's golden berry!"

In fact, Wu Dahu just asked casually. He didn't believe it could be eaten at all. But after hearing song QingHan's words, he had doubts in his eyes. He picked up a fruit and said, "how can I eat it?"

Song QingHan directly picked the golden fruit inside, threw it into his mouth and chewed it. After confirming that the taste was right, he raised his eyebrow and said, "eat like this. It's sour and sweet. It's delicious, but it can only be eaten fresh. It's not delicious after it's dried."

Without waiting for Wu Dahu's action, the original Xuan first threw a golden berry into his mouth. After biting it, he tasted the taste of the juice. His eyes immediately brightened and said in surprise, "it's delicious!"

Seeing that he took it and put it into his mouth, he stopped eating after a while. Song QingHan laughed, as if seeing his worries, and explained: "this thing has anti-inflammatory and antibacterial effects. You can eat it at ease."

After hearing these words, Yuan Yuan Xuan laughs with embarrassment, and puts it into the basket while eating. He looks very happy.

Little stone watched three people eat golden berries in turn. He stretched out his hands and screamed two times. Seeing that all the people ignored him, he suddenly called out: "Dad! Eat

Wu Dahu was stunned. The golden Berry was not good to eat or not to eat. He looked down at the eager little stone's face and picked another golden Berry to tease him: "what did you say just now? Again, listen to it. "

The attractive yellow is in front of you, and the little stone tries to pedal his legs, dissatisfied with the way: "Dad! Dad

After hearing these two clear-cut "dada", Wu Dahu laughed, as if he had vomited out all the depression in his chest. He picked the golden berries and squeezed the juice into his mouth by holding the jaw of a small stone.

After tasting this extraordinary taste, Xiaoshi's eyes were bright. He grasped Wu Dahu's hand and said: "Dad! Dad! Dad

Song QingHan looked a little jealous and complained deliberately: "I took him most, but I didn't call the first one!"

Wu Dahu looked guilty. He pinched the stone's face and taught him, "it's called female father, female father."

The little stone smashed his mouth and said, "secondary dad, secondary Dad..."

Song QingHan saw that the little stone was struggling to utter the syllable "Ci". He looked like he was about to cry out. "Forget it. I know he called you first because your syllable is easy to learn. Don't force him to continue eating."

The little stone who was liberated happily drank the juice of golden berry, and drank it all over his face. When the juice dried, his face became a flower cat. With his ignorant eyes, it was really funny.

While eating, the four picked a large basket, enough to take it back to eat for a long time.

After walking in for a while, song QingHan finally died. Knowing that there would be no more things that only he knew, he followed Wu Dahu back.

When he was about to arrive at their present yard, song QingHan suddenly heard a burst of noise, and at the same time it seemed that Hualian's scream was also heard.

Wu Dahu and song QingHan look at each other and know something is wrong. He goes to the yard quickly.

A beautiful man stood in the middle of the courtyard, slightly raised his head, as if watching the scenery in the courtyard, and in front of him, is performing "all martial arts", one of the main characters is Hualian.

Hualian fell to the ground, half of his face was swollen, and there were visible palm prints on it. You can see how cruel the people were.

When she saw song QingHan and Wu Dahu, Hualian's eyes brightened, and she tried to struggle to get up. She said weakly, "master, master, they broke into the yard without permission. The little slave was incompetent and failed to stop them..."

as soon as he got up, he suffered a foot on his chest. The female male Zhi who did this raised her chin and shrieked: "your master finally comes back Is that right? Think they can save you? Dream

After saying this, the man suddenly raised his foot and seemed to want to chop off Hualian's head. Only when he was halfway down, he was caught by a big hand. Then there was a whirling sound of "plop", and the man fell into the pool.Wu Dahu, with his hands on his back, looked at the handsome man and frowned: "are you also a participant in the final test? Why not challenge me in accordance with the rules, break into my courtyard without authorization, and let the evil slaves bully and humiliate my slaves? "

Song QingHan lifted Hualian up, patted the dust on him, and looked at his injuries a little. Seeing that he had only suffered some skin injuries and no internal injuries, he was relieved a little.

But even so, it can't change the two people's rudeness. Song QingHan glanced at the man coldly and couldn't help but say sarcastically: "a hundred kinds of rice can raise hundreds of people. This is true. You don't know what kind of old rotten rice you are eating. Only by doing this can you have the appearance of your face like a city wall and a heart like black charcoal!"

The man didn't recognize the metaphor in Song QingHan's words at the beginning. When he understood it, he could no longer keep his calm expression on his face. He frowned and said, "you are so mean. The yard here has no definite ownership. What's the harm if I take my servants to visit here? It is you, the evil slave, who will attack us without asking. If he had not offended him, how could my servant have taught him? "

Song QingHan sneered, glanced at the guide who was hiding at the side to watch the excitement. He raised his eyebrow and said, "according to what you say, this challenge doesn't need to be carried out. In any case, even if you win, there is no guarantee. You can be disturbed at any time. What else is the challenge? Let's give you the yard directly. We'll visit here all the time. You don't want to do anything to us. You'd better not even say anything. Otherwise, you are offending us. Don't blame us for being rude. We will teach you a good lesson! "

As soon as his words came out, the man's chest was stagnant, and he could not think of any retort. After a long time, he waved his sleeve and said, "I don't have the same insight as the female men. You can do whatever you want to challenge. Anyway, I'll decide on this yard."

Looking at his confident appearance, Wu Dahu's face sank and said calmly, "if so, then fight! See who offended whom

Song QingHan once said that the guide was a little guilty. He thought that the challenge could not be fought. Unexpectedly, the result still went in the direction he expected. He could not help but feel a little complacent. When he caught a glimpse of song QingHan's cold eyes, he couldn't help but feel nervous and walked towards the fighting field.

After Wu Dahu stands in the challenge arena, when the challenge begins, he even saves the skill of probing, and hits the man directly.

As soon as the man looked at it, a surprise flashed in his eyes. It seemed that Wu Dahu should have underestimated the enemy so much that he was about to show his most powerful move. In the war with one of them, he felt a pain in his chest and stepped back a few steps. He looked at Wu Dahu's long gun in disbelief and said, "you even use a gun?"

Wu Dahu's movements did not stop, and he even had plenty to say: "why can't I use a gun?"

"He said that you are good at close combat..."

the man was forced to retreat by Wu Dahu. He asked in a loud voice and ran away in the field. He looked very embarrassed. Where else was his high spirited appearance before?

Wu Dahu's eyes narrowed. He found the man's flaw. He picked the spear and made a beautiful and coherent move. He directly picked the man off the challenge arena. After standing still, he said slowly, "I'm good at close combat. That's right, but no one said that I'm not good at long-distance combat."

The man sat down on the ground, his face full of shock. I don't know whether he was shocked by his failure or by Wu Dahu.

But in any case, if he loses, he will lose. The fact can't be changed. Even if he didn't use all his strength in the challenge just now, he still lost.

When the servant on one side saw his lost soul, he grabbed his hand and said in a loud voice: "young master, there must be something wrong with this! You can't lose! He must have done something. Look at the discomfort on your body. What kind of medicine did he use! When the villain inquired about the news before, I heard that the participants in one of the state capitals had been given medicine. I don't know if they were cured later! "

Wu Dahu's eyebrow angle moved and calmly said, "that person you mentioned is me."

The man was stunned. He turned his head and looked at Wu Dahu and his son. He didn't seem to know how to put the words back. After a long time of thinking, he said, "young master, we'd better choose another yard to have a rest first. After all, the journey is very tiring, and your condition is not so good...

in the end, we should choose another yard to have a rest

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