A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Instead of rushing to compete with the butcher in the butcher shop, they randomly found a remote place in the market and put down the sack, revealing the solid red jerky inside.

Some people are familiar with Wu Dahu, knowing that he is a hunter and that he once sold spices, so they are attracted here.

Wu Dahu generously took out a large piece of jerky for those who are interested to taste it.

The delicacy and price of jerky quickly captured the hearts of passers-by, and within a short while, they sold two large bags of jerky.

When they were about to close the stall and go shopping, a familiar butcher came over, took Wu Dahu by the hand and said, "Brother Dahu, where did you get so much dried meat and cooked it with seasonings? Don't let us live!"

Wu Dahu laughed, and lightly said: "The jerky has been sold out, don't worry, will my seasoning sell well?"

Hearing what he said, the man put down his hand half-believingly, and nodded honestly: "It's a good deal! Basically, everyone who comes to buy meat will buy a portion of seasoning back. Anyway, it's not expensive compared to meat. Going back can make the meat taste better, why not do it?"

Wu Dahu said thoughtfully: "Then is your quantity enough? When do you need me to supply again?"

The man pondered for a moment, and said decisively: "Next week! But Brother Dahu, you really won't come to sell jerky again? If you sell it like this today, our business can't be done. If I didn't stop you They, they will all come to you to speak to you!"

Seeing his appearance of "don't think about leaving unless you give an explanation", Wu Dahu said sincerely: "I really won't come again, it's winter, where can I go to hunt so many prey?"

His two sacks of meat were enough for the whole town. With his own ability, even if he just soaked in the woods without eating or drinking, he would not be able to catch so many prey in one day.

The man thought about it carefully and thought it was the same. He relaxed his shoulders, heaved a sigh of relief, and said with a smile on his face, "That's right! Brother Big Tiger just provides the prey and seasonings, and we will leave the rest to us! "

Wu Dahu nodded, and after he left, he said slowly: "Sure enough, it's good to do this once or twice. If you want to do it for a long time, you must be prepared to be the target of public criticism."

Seeing that he was not very interested, Song Qinghan comforted him and said, "It is not easy to monopolize the big business. We only made quick money like this once. Let's run our small business honestly in the future."

"By the way, you are going to take part in the martial arts test. Do you need to prepare any weapons? Such as knives, swords and the like."

Song Qinghan also suddenly thought of this question and asked curiously.

Wu Dahu shook his head with a smile and said: "No need, I just have this dagger, and the sword is fine for tricks, but if something really happens, if you have the knives to draw a knife, the enemy's fist has already hit the face up."

"However." He thought for a while and added: "It's okay to make two more crossbows. The one I made before was taken away by Yin Laosan and he didn't return it to me."

Song Qinghan happened to have something he wanted to make, so he nodded and said, "Okay, then let's go to the iron shop first."

The two placed an order for two crossbow bolts and a set of scalpels at the blacksmith, and spent half of the jerky money.

Thinking of the child who was about to be born, Wu Dahu took Song Qinghan to the fabric shop to buy three bolts of soft fabric, which can be used to make clothes and diapers for the child.

After buying all the necessary supplies, the two got on the bullock cart and prepared to go back to the village.

The bullock cart had only gone halfway, and Song Qinghan began to feel something was wrong.

He hugged his stomach, grabbed Wu Dahu's hand suddenly, and said in a low voice, "I, I seem to be giving birth..."

Wu Dahu was taken aback, he raised his head and said to the driver: "My husband is going to have a baby, please hurry up."

Although the driver speeded up, he still had a calm expression on his face, looking very experienced and said: "Don't worry, the pain has just started, and it's still too early to die!"

Wu Dahu frowned, and said in a deep voice, "But we haven't greeted the public servant yet!"

Hearing this sentence, the man driving the car looked surprised, looked at Wu Dahu up and down, shook his head regretfully and said: "He seems to be a very safe person, why do things so recklessly, you are now looking for the public, I am afraid it may not be the case." I can get you guys."

Seeing Wu Dahu's puzzled expression, he explained: "There is only one famous birth father in these four miles and eight villages, but there are more than one childbirth every day. If you don't say hello in advance, if you bump into someone else Now, where do you think the birther is going?"

It was the first time Wu Dahu heard this truth, his brows were tightened, and a remorse flashed across his face.

He never expected that Song Qinghan would give birth ahead of time. According to the calculated time, they should have had at least two weeks of preparation time. He never expected that Song Qinghan would give birth suddenly without being bumped or frightened. It's so early.

Although Song Qinghan's spirit was mostly taken away by the abdominal pain, he still noticed the expression on Wu Dahu's face, and comforted him: "It's nothing, as long as I don't pass out, I can do the work of the public. , then I will go into battle myself, what is there to worry about?"

Wu Dahu knew that Song Qinghan had delivered Zhu'er before, but delivering someone else's child himself and delivering his own child were completely different things, so he grabbed Song Qinghan's hand tightly and said in a deep voice, "Don't worry, I will definitely deliver the child." Please come here, please bear with me, it will be here soon."

The outline of the village gradually appeared in front of the two of them. Song Qinghan heaved a sigh of relief, clutched his stomach, and said weakly: "Okay, if you can't do it alone, then invite Grandpa Qin over here. I believe he can do it." Do me a favor."

He underestimated the pain of childbirth, just the prenatal labor pains were about to torture him into a coma, and if he really gave birth, he really couldn't imagine what kind of pain it would be.

Thinking of the female colleague whom he used to laugh at for being pregnant, who had undergone so many cesarean section operations, but still looked scared before he gave birth, he wanted to slap himself.

Watching other people keep calm in life is not the same thing as keeping calm in life yourself!

The master who drove the car kindly sent the two to the front of the yard. When he left, he didn't want to wish Song Qinghan a smooth delivery, but it was a pity that Song Qinghan and Wu Dahu didn't have time to talk to him.

Wu Dahu picked up Song Qinghan horizontally, put him on the bed, and walked out of the door in a panic, not knowing whether he should go to Grandpa Qin or Gonggong first.

While hesitating, three people walked towards him.

After seeing clearly that the two of them were Xiao Ning and Yuan Boshu, he was overjoyed and rushed over to grab Yuan Boshu's sleeve and said, "Brother Yuan! Xiaohan is about to give birth. I'll go to the birther. Please go and help me with Qin's birth." Grandpa, please come here, let’s take care of Xiaohan!"

Yuan Boshu and Xiao Ning were still embarrassed because of the atmosphere, but when they heard Wu Dahu's words, they put aside all the barriers and said in unison, "Go quickly! Leave this place to us!"

Wu Dahu nodded, and left without saying anything.

The most urgent task is to find the public, otherwise, no matter how many laymen there are, it will only be a disservice.

Fortunately, his thinking was still clear, so he ran directly to Laifu's house and asked Zhuer where she found the last time's concubine. For the public house, please invite as many as you can, saving time and effort.

Yuan Boshu asked Xiao Ning to take another person to Song Qinghan's place, while he turned around and left to look for Grandpa Qin.

Xiao Ning looked down at Yuan Wenxuan who was approaching her shoulder, and whispered: "Your master is about to give birth, you should avoid it outside for a while."

Yuan Wenxuan frowned, and said calmly: "If Master tells me to avoid outside, then I will avoid, if not, I will naturally go in."

Seeing that he already had his own opinions at such a young age, Xiao Ning stopped persuading him. Her own status was inherently embarrassing. If she persuaded him too much, not only would he not accept her favor, but she might even make the relationship stiff.

Xiao Ning took Yuan Wenxuan to Song Qinghan's bed and saw that his face was pale and sweating profusely, so she quickly found a clean handkerchief and carefully wiped it for him.

Song Qinghan glanced at Yuan Wenxuan, originally wanted to ask why Xiao Ning brought a strange boy in, but when he saw the boy's expression, he reacted and asked, "Are you Brother Yuan's son?"

Yuan Wenxuan nodded, kowtowed loudly three times to Song Qinghan on his knees, and said loudly, "Apprentice Yuan Wenxuan, pay homage to Master!"

Song Qinghan couldn't laugh or cry at his solemnity. After all, the current environment is really not suitable for a master-student meeting, but when he saw his calm expression, he nodded in satisfaction.

Not cramped, not flustered, not afraid, is a good seedling.

Maybe it was because he didn't want the apprentice he had just accepted to see his jokes, Song Qinghan cheered up suddenly, directed Xiao Ning to boil the water, and asked Yuan Wenxuan to bring his set of scalpels.

After opening the wooden box, he instantly forgot the pain in his abdomen, and carefully told Yuan Wenxuan how to use each knife, including the pros and cons of the shape of the blades, and explained them one by one.

Yuan Wenxuan listened very carefully. Although he had never seen these things in books, he believed that Song Qinghan would not deliberately lie to him.

It's just that the more he listened to him, the more serious his expression became, because some of the terms Song Qinghan said were beyond his comprehension, such as cutting people open, isn't that killing people?How did it become a lifesaver?

After Song Qinghan finished speaking, he put the wooden box in Yuan Wenxuan's hand, and said softly, "Is there any question?"