A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Unexpectedly, the man didn't even return the price, so he went back to continue working. He waved his hand and said, "fifteen Liang silver is the lowest price. Don't sell it at a lower price!"

Seeing that he was so impolite, song QingHan was also angry. He grabbed Wu Dahu's hand and walked back. He angrily said, "if you don't buy it from him, you won't believe that other stores will do the same!"

Wu Dahu hesitated for a moment, or to tell the truth: "there is only this carpentry shop nearby."

Song QingHan was stunned, and his face was a little ugly. He said, "is it difficult to achieve anything else?"

At the thought of going back to find the man, song QingHan was reluctant.

Wu Dahu pondered for a while and said, "it's not that there is no other way. In fact... I can make a bed."

When song QingHan heard the speech, his eyes brightened and he clapped his hands and said, "then you can do it yourself! Why do you have to find someone else? It's expensive and hard to talk to! "

Making a bed is time-consuming and laborious. He can't do anything else for several days, which will delay his livelihood. Therefore, Wu Dahu has never said before. But now it seems that if a six foot wide elm bed costs 15 Liang silver, he might as well leave the 15 Liang silver to live and put aside other things for a while and spend time making a bed.

Wu Dahu thought about this and nodded: "let's go to buy tools and go home and make them by ourselves. There are many elms in the mountains around us."

Song QingHan nodded excitedly and worshipped: "you really can do anything. It's really amazing!"

Seeing that there seemed to be stars in his eyes, Wu Dahu flashed a smile under his eyes. He replied honestly, "I'm not as good as my father. He can do everything. He teaches me all my skills."

Seeing this, song QingHan finally carefully asked the question in his heart: "did your father go to..."

Wu Dahu was silent for a moment. "Um," he said in a low voice, "he was drunk. When he entered the back mountain, he met a blind bear. When I found him, one man and one bear were both hurt and died soon."

Song QingHan's heart was tight, and he murmured: "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...

Wu Dahu shook his head freely, looked up slightly, looked at the horizon, and said slowly:" it's OK. Maybe for him, that would be liberation. "

There's a story about this, and it's probably related to Wu Dahu's female father. Even if song QingHan is more curious, he can't help poking people's scars at this time. Seeing that he is in a trance, he can't help saying, "let's go and buy tools quickly, and make the bed as soon as possible, so that you don't have to lay the floor as soon as possible, so that the body can't stand it when it's cold."

Wu Dahu came to his senses, nodded and took him to the iron shop. After buying all the tools he needed, he only spent one or two silver coins.

Two people then went to buy rice oil and other essential items, which followed the cattle cart in the neighboring village slowly back home.

Seeing that it was not too late, Wu Dahu thought about cutting back the wood first, and then he told song QingHan about this idea.

Song QingHan was just about to go into the mountain to pick some Siraitia grosvenorii, so they put down their things and went into the back mountain.

Song QingHan, the general of Wuda tiger, took off his coat and stood in front of the nearest elm tree. He raised his axe and chopped at the elm.

Song QingHan is the first time to see him without a coat, his eyes are straight.

The wheat skin glows in the sun, and the muscles seem to breathe. With the movements of up and down, they contract and stretch, and large beads of sweat slide down the throat along the cheek. After passing through the attractive abdominal muscles, they slip into the places that song QingHan can't reach.

To reveal the beauty of the dew, song QingHan is now understood.

After Wu Dahu was tired, he propped up the axe on the ground. Seeing song QingHan staring at him in a daze, he reflected that he didn't wear a coat now. I'm afraid he was scared. He explained, "I'm afraid I'll get my clothes dirty, so I'll take them off for the time being. I'll put them on when the sweat stops."

After song QingHan's reaction, he wiped his saliva subconsciously, coughed softly, and turned to continue picking Siraitia grosvenorii.

Wu Dahu looked at the tip of his red ear, and always felt that he was... Shy?

When it was nearly dark, Wu Dahu finally chopped down the first elm, and song QingHan had already picked a sack of Siraitia grosvenorii.

Wudahu tied the sack around his waist, carrying elm in both hands, and slowly followed song QingHan.

Song QingHan occasionally turned his head and glanced back. He always felt that there was a mountain behind him called "wudahu".

After dinner, song QingHan suddenly "ouch" and frowned at his stomach.

This boy is really more and more skinny. He almost thought his stomach was going to burst.

Wu Dahu noticed his look and asked carefully, "what's the matter? Stomach discomfort? "

Song QingHan thought of the pictures he had seen in modern times. He couldn't help but grab Wu Dahu's hand and put it on his stomach. He said, "your son kicks me."

Wu Dahu's body is stiff. His hand is gently placed on song QingHan's stomach. He doesn't dare to press down a little weight and feel the heartbeat inside.

The fetus seemed to know that he had come together, and kicked two feet fiercely, which made Wu Dahu surprised and made song QingHan angry."This son of a bitch! Look, I won't kill him

Seeing song QingHan raise his hand, Wu Dahu grabs his hand and tries to beat him to his stomach. He doesn't know anything now. Let's wait until he comes out

Song QingHan looked at Wu Dahu's face close at hand and remembered the picture he had seen before. His face suddenly turned red and struggled for a while. He turned around and said, "I'm going to sleep."

I didn't expect that when he turned around like this, he didn't hold his center of gravity, and was thrown straight to the ground by his stomach.

Just when he was scared to death, a pair of thugs took his waist and held him up.

Wu Dahu asked anxiously, "are you ok? Scared? "

Song QingHan bowed his head in fear and found that his first action was to cover his stomach, not his face. He knew that although he said he didn't like the child, his subconscious had already regarded him as his own.

When he got to bed, song QingHan finally remembered a question. He couldn't help but look at Wu Dahu and asked, "when will I be born?"

Wu Dahu didn't even think about it. He said directly, "there are two months left."

Song QingHan breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt some pity.

Although he was able to make him do psychological preparation for another two months, it was still a pity that he spent two months in vain to see and not eat fresh meat.

Yes, he wants to eat Wu Dahu's fresh meat into his stomach. It would be better if he could eat it every day, every month and every year.

With such a good wish, song QingHan fell into a sweet sleep.

When he got up the next day, he went down and sighed.

It's really indecisive. Embarrassing things still happen.

Wu Dahu noticed that he got up later than usual. He was afraid that he was not feeling well. He frowned and asked, "what's the matter? But what's wrong? Shall I take you to the doctor

Song QingHan lowered his head and bit his lower lip. He thought that he could escape the first day of junior high school, but he could not hide from the 15th. Besides, he washed all his clothes, so he had to bravely say, "well, I have a pair of trousers to wash."

With that, he put his trousers into the basin and quickly filled them with a few spoons of water, trying to "destroy the evidence.".

How could Wu Dahu let him work as a man with a big stomach. He grabbed the basin and put it aside. He said, "I'll do it. You can eat. I'll be hungry for a while."

Song QingHan wants to cry without tears looking at the basin, while Wu Dahu has not found, quickly hide in the kitchen.

After he entered the kitchen, Wu Dahu squatted down, took the washboard and soap corner, and began to help him wash his pants.

Washing, he saw that the feeling was wrong, and immediately reflected why song QingHan had the same expression as before, laughing and shaking his head.

After he washed his trousers and hung them on the line, song QingHan finally finished eating and came out early.

Wu Dahu saw that his face was red and his eyes were wandering. He seemed to be embarrassed. He laughed and comforted him: "don't care. This is a normal phenomenon. I will do it occasionally."

Song QingHan naturally knew that this was a normal phenomenon, but it was the first time for other men to see it. Therefore, it was impossible to say that he was not shy. Hearing Wu Dahu's words suddenly aroused his curiosity.

Can Wu Dahu have this dream? Who's in his dream? What will be the scene?

He thought so wildly, and the expression on his face was unpredictable. Wu Dahu was a little worried. He could not help saying, "but his body is too empty? I'll cook you some black beans tonight

Where does black beans make up? Song QingHan can't be more clear. So when he said this, the man's self-esteem was immediately aroused and angrily said, "you're just empty, black beans, keep your own mending! My body is real

With that, he clapped twice on his chest, making a dull sound of "bang bang", as if to prove that his body was "real".

Wu Dahu saw that he walked back to his room. A smile flashed through his eyes. He shook his head, took his tools and went on to cut down trees in the mountain.

Song QingHan stayed at home to deal with the Siraitia grosvenorii picked yesterday. Without Wu Dahu's help, the speed was much slower. Half a bag of Siraitia grosvenorii skin was ground in half a day, and it was not baked.

Near noon, the gate of the courtyard was suddenly knocked. It didn't sound like Wu Dahu's knocking on the door.

Song QingHan put down Luohanguo and frosted paper in doubt, walked slowly behind the door and asked, "who is it?"

A familiar and strange voice sounded, which seemed to tremble.

"Cold, it's me."

Song QingHan Leng Leng Leng, did not expect the original body of that ex husband ran over, slightly frowned, cold way: "what are you doing? Didn't it say that there was no relationship between us? "

Lin Dafu knocked on the door again, some anxious way: "cold, you open the door first, I know what is going on."

Song QingHan hesitated for a moment, firmly refused: "no, what do you have to say outside it!"

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