A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Because there was nothing wrong with the original house, Wu Dahu and Qian Baozi did not smash the original house like they smashed the city wall yesterday, but directly built a new house next to it, forming an L shape, which is similar to the original house. The houses together form a U shape.

Halfway through the construction of the house, an uninvited guest came again.

Song Qinghan looked at Lin Dafu who was standing at the gate of the courtyard looking in, walked over angrily, and tried to close the door.

Lin Dafu stretched out his foot to block the door, and said eagerly: "Qinghan, I have brought a doctor to treat you, let us go in!"

As he spoke, he turned sideways, revealing an old man with a gray beard who was blocked by him.

Song Qinghan looked puzzled, and said to him angrily: "You are sick, right? It depends on you!"

However, his strength was no match for Lin Dafu's, even with all his strength, he couldn't close the door completely.

Wu Dahu noticed the commotion here, and after winking at Qian Baozi, he put down his things and walked over.

"Didn't I tell you not to come?" His tone was not as polite as yesterday, and there was a hint of hostility.

Lin Dafu also turned cold, squinted his eyes and said: "Qinghan is not in good health, I found a doctor for him, and we will leave after the pulse is taken."

Wu Dahu said without hesitation: "I know better than you whether he is healthy or not. Even if he wants to find it, I should find it."

"Oh, is that so?" Lin Dafu smiled sarcastically, and continued, "I heard yesterday that after Qing Han lost his memory, you never took him to see a doctor!"

Wu Dahu subconsciously glanced at Song Qinghan, and Song Qinghan didn't know that what he said casually became a tool for Lin Dafu to attack Wu Dahu, so he couldn't help explaining: "I'm not sick or in pain, what doctor do I see?"

Lin Dafu's expression softened when he faced him, but he still insisted: "Amnesia is a disease! Why not let the doctor see it? If you are sick, you can treat it, and if you are not sick, you can rest assured."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Wu Dahu and sneered, "Could it be that someone is worried that you won't be as obedient after you are cured?"

Wu Dahu's face turned cold, and he gave up insisting, only said: "I listen to Xiaohan."

Seeing the two people looking at him at the same time, Song Qinghan got a little dizzy, waved his hands, and said impatiently: "Look, look, you should give up after reading it!"

As soon as the words fell, he stretched out his hand in front of the gray-bearded old man, pouted his lips, and urged, "Hurry up, we still have to work."

When Wu Dahu saw this, a look of sadness flashed in his eyes, but Lin Dafu couldn't hide his complacency on his face.

The old man with the gray beard smiled and pointed inside, asked Song Qinghan to go back to the room and lie down, then slowly moved a bench and sat down, put down the medicine box on his body, took out the cushion, put Song Qinghan's hand on the cushion, It was only then that he started to feel his pulse.

Seeing that he was so serious about it, Song Qinghan couldn't put on an impatient look, quietly staring at the ceiling, waiting for the result.

However, the process of feeling the pulse was too long, and Song Qinghan couldn't help thinking wildly while waiting.

What if I really asked the doctor to tell me what went wrong?What if it is really cured and the original body returns?Or what if something goes wrong and someone suspects his true identity?

Wu Dahu, who was waiting on the side, was also worried. It seemed that no matter what the doctor said, it would not make people too happy.

Lin Dafu, on the other hand, said to the doctor in a relaxed manner: "Take your time, and explain it carefully."

After a stick of incense passed, the doctor finally let go of his hand and let out a long sigh of relief.

He stroked his gray beard, and said with a chuckle: "This son's body should have been weak for a long time in the past, and now he is gradually getting better, but he still needs to continue to take care of it before he can return to a normal person. Strong pulse, all health!"

After saying this conclusion, he quickly packed his things and stood up, looking as if he was about to leave.

Lin Dafu became anxious, stepped forward to stop the doctor, frowned and asked, "Then why did he lose his memory? Didn't you see anything?"

The doctor seemed to be reminded, "Oh", stroked his beard and said: "Some females will have some abnormalities when they are pregnant, even if they can't feel the pulse, they can only wait until after giving birth. Naturally, it returned to its original state.”

His words made people happy and sad, the expression on Lin Dafu's face changed a lot, finally he sighed, bid farewell to Song Qinghan, and took the doctor away.

Although Wu Dahu had already guessed such a result, he was still a little sad when he heard the words from the doctor himself.

Sure enough, it will return to its original state after giving birth, and no one can tell whether it will be a blessing or a curse.

But what is certain is that if Song Qinghan regains his memory, he will never treat Lin Dafu like a stranger again.

Song Qinghan breathed a sigh of relief, and crawled off the bed.

Thanks to the "abnormal pregnancy theorem" here for saving him, as for how to explain it after giving birth, he has already thought about it.

Just say that he feels very happy now, and he doesn't want to recall the past. As for whether he has "recovered memory", who knows?It is impossible for others to take his mind off to see whether he is "unwilling" or "unable".

He happily walked over and patted Wu Dahu's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Don't make a sad face, am I okay? This time he will definitely give up and won't come again!"

Wu Dahu was not so optimistic, he reluctantly twitched the corner of his mouth, and went out to continue helping.

When he went out, he saw that the progress of the new house was about the same as when he left, so he knew that Qian Baozi was being lazy.

Sure enough, as soon as he approached, Qian Baozi lowered his voice and said: "That is Mr. Lin? What happened to him? Repented? Want to take your little husband back?"

Wu Dahu was upset, and he didn't hear his words clearly, so he nodded indiscriminately.

Qian Baozi slapped his thigh, and said angrily: "There are people like this! If you want to sleep, you can sleep, if you want, you want it! You really think of yourself as the Jade Emperor!"

After saying this, he was a little worried again, and hesitantly said: "Then, what does your husband think? Do you want to go back? Although the Lin family is indeed rich, it is just a concubine after all. Don't worry, it's still the first wife, he won't be unable to choose, right?"

Seeing Wu Dahu's silence, he thought the result was not very good. He gritted his teeth and said, "This bitch! His vision is so low! He even gave up on someone as good as my Brother Dahu! He will definitely regret it in the future!"

"Regret what?"

Song Qinghan's voice suddenly sounded, and he looked at the two motionless with strange eyes, as if he wanted to see something from their postures.

Qian Baozi glanced at Wu Dahu, coughed lightly, and said with a dry smile, "No, nothing, Brother Dahu, let's work first, there is nothing we can't get through!"

As if to set a positive example for Wu Dahu, he swiftly poured new mud on the new house, and within a short while he was half-finished again.

Wu Dahu also calmed down, and said to Song Qinghan, "Go and rest inside, it's dusty and easy to choke."

Seeing that his eyes were consciously avoiding himself, Song Qinghan knew that he had something on his mind again, and wanted to ask him why, but there were outsiders around, so he had no choice but to walk back to the house sullenly, gulping down Luo Han Guo tea fire.

By noon, the first new house was finally built.

After Wu Dahu went into the kitchen to cook, Qian Baozi was nowhere to be seen when he came out again, probably because he was afraid that he would leave him for dinner and slip away.

When there were only two people left, the embarrassment inevitably spread. Song Qinghan suddenly put the chopsticks on the bowl and said calmly: "Are you worried that after I recover my memory, getting along will become awkward?"

Although Wu Dahu didn't speak, "Indeed" was written on his face.

Song Qinghan knocked on the bowl with his chopsticks, attracted his attention, and said funnyly: "Don't say that I can't get back this memory, just say that our relationship these days is not fake, how much you treat me Well, I can see it too, maybe I changed my opinion of you after I regained my memory? Don't always think things in the wrong direction, at a young age, you always have a wrinkled face, like a little old man. "

Although Wu Dahu didn't fully agree with his words, he was amused by his last tone, raised his eyebrows and said, "I'm young? I'm three years older than you and younger?"

This topic is not easy to pick up, Song Qinghan picked up the bowl silently, thinking that if he is calculated by his age in modern times, he will be said to be an old cow eating tender grass.

But fortunately, now he is that tender grass.

After the two finished their meal, Wu Dahu probably recovered, and the atmosphere returned to normal again. When Qian Baozi came, the two of them became the warm couple again.

Without Lin Dafu's interruption in the afternoon, Wu Dahu and Qian Baozi became more efficient, and built a new house in less than an hour and a half.

Not only that, Wu Dahu also asked Qian Baozi to help him build a wide and large new stove, considering that the two of them would often need to dry mangosteen and star anise in the future.

Before Qian Baozi left, he realized something and suddenly turned around and asked Wu Dahu: "Do you not have a kang?"

Wu Dahu froze for a moment, nodded and said, "Yes, I'm not afraid of the cold, so..."

Qian Baozi let out an "Aiya", put the things down again, and said in a tone of hatred for iron and steel: "You are not afraid of the cold, and your husband and son are not afraid of the cold, either?"

Seeing that he was starting to prepare the materials for building the kang, Wu Dahu also hurried into the house to draw the place where the kang will be built.

Song Qinghan looked at it for a while, and said suspiciously: "Since the kang is going to be built, then this bed is useless?"

Wu Dahu shook his head, and explained: "Kang also sleeps in winter, and it's better to sleep in bed when it's not cold, especially for a weak body like you."

Song Qinghan nodded half-understanding. He was a southerner in modern times, so he had never seen Kang since he was a child, let alone slept.