A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

On the way back, Song Qinghan and Wu Dahu greeted Grandpa Qin, Laifu and others one by one, and returned home after receiving a lot of blessings.

The two packed all the necessary luggage, cut a section of Luo Han Guo vine, and collected some pepper, cumin and star anise seeds, just in case the state capital did not have these things, they could grow them by themselves.

After getting ready, Wu Dahu went to the town alone, greeted the butchers, informed them that he was about to leave, and brought them the last batch of seasonings.

Although the butchers were skeptical about this news, they still enthusiastically snapped up the remaining seasonings. Anyway, the seasonings will not go bad if they are there, and it is not a bad thing to save more.

After selling the seasonings, Wu Dahu walked to Huichun Hall. Coincidentally, Doctor Luo happened to come out for consultation today, so he drew the location of Arhat Fruit Vine in the back mountain to Doctor Luo, and informed him that he and Song Qinghan were about to leave.

He and Song Qinghan made the decision to tell Doctor Luo after careful consideration. After all, Luo Han Guo is different from seasoning, it is a kind of curative medicine, and Doctor Luo thinks highly of it. The hall lacked a taste of medicinal materials, even if Dr. Luo didn't say anything, they themselves would feel a little sorry.

What's more, they believed that Dr. Luo would not easily tell others the method of roasting Luo Han Guo. If there is no roasting method, even if others find Luo Han Guo, they can only drink it by themselves. After all, it cannot be preserved for a long time, and it is impossible to drink this every day.

Dr. Luo accepted their love and gave Wu Dahu a wooden plaque with the word "spring" engraved on it, which seemed to be something of a certain age.

He didn't say anything else, he just said that if you go to any Huichun hall with this wooden sign, you can enjoy the highest standard of treatment.

After Wu Dahu thought for a while, he still took the wooden sign.

Even if Song Qinghan is good at medicine, there will always be times when he can't do it. At that time, he still has to rely on the power of the famous Huichuntang. It would be great if he can plan ahead.

After coming out of Huichun Hall, Wu Dahu went to hire a carriage and galloped home.

Their luggage doesn't seem to be much, but it takes up nearly half of the space when they are placed in the car. Fortunately, Wu Dahu specially chose a carriage with the largest space, so the remaining half of the space can be used by Song. It was more than enough for Qing Han, Yuan Wenxuan and Xiao Shitou to sit down, but if he was also allowed to sit in, it would be a bit crowded.

However, he didn't intend to sit in the carriage, but chose to sit in the driver's seat with the driver. The two of them were on one side. Although the wind knife was blowing on his face, it hurt, but he was happy and at ease.

The place where the state capital is located is not far away, but if you walk, it is really a bit far.

From the coachman's mouth, Song Qinghan learned that if they continued to maintain this speed, excluding the rest time, they would take at least three days to reach the state capital.

Fortunately, the registration period for the martial arts test will not be closed until one month later, so the two of them are not in a hurry. It is also very good to stop and see the scenery.

To say that the most uncomfortable part of traveling is the small stones. After all, the time for him to eat hot rice cereal is not as fixed as when he was at home, but because he can see new scenery every day, his mood does not seem to be affected by hunger. On the contrary, he was happy all day long, just like Maitreya Buddha.

Compared with the scenery, Yuan Wenxuan cared more about the rabbit that he "disemboweled" before, and went to see if its wound had healed every day.

Seeing that he was so full of love, Song Qinghan didn't have the nerve to tell him that the reason why he brought these rabbits was that he wanted to kill and eat them when the new year was approaching...

Three days later, Wu Dahu and his party finally arrived at their destination - the state capital.

The prosperity of the state capital far exceeded Song Qinghan's imagination. He was amazed by the height of the city wall alone, not to mention the bustling scene of people coming and going inside the city wall.

The sun was already setting when they arrived, and they had no time to find a place to stay, so they chose a random inn to stay in. After taking a bath, they refreshed and ate something in the inn, and they were alive and well again.

Seeing Song Qinghan looking outside eagerly, Wu Dahu knew that he wanted to join in the fun, so he took the initiative to say: "There is no curfew in the state capital. If you want to go out for fun, there is still time."

Song Qinghan nodded quickly when he heard the words, and said excitedly: "Then go out and have a look, it's the first time I've seen the scene depicted in the book."

Wu Dahu naturally couldn't guess that he was talking about the books he read in modern times, so he picked up the little stone, asked Yuan Wenxuan to follow him, and took Song Qinghan out of the house.

The streets of the state capital are more than twice as wide as the streets of the town, but even so, they are not enough, because there are too many people coming and going, just like in a market.

Not only that, there were also all kinds of gadgets on the street, Song Qinghan was dazzled by seeing them, wishing to play with every one of them.

It is really unimaginable that these exquisite things are made by human hands. If in modern times, the most advanced machines cannot reach this level, it is really "magic workmanship"!

In addition to hawkers selling things, there were also acrobatic performances on the street, such as breaking boulders on the chest, breathing fire from people, and other tricks that Song Qinghan had seen on TV before.

But what he saw on TV was completely different from what he saw with his own eyes. Even though he knew the principle, he was still so surprised by the immersive feeling that he screamed again and again, and couldn't help but applaud the acrobatic troupe.

After the performance, the members of the acrobatic troupe smiled and took a big plate, walked around the area, and flattered the authentic: "Everyone, those who have money will give money to the show, and those who have no money will give individual shows! Today's performance is absolutely Wonderful, don’t miss it when you pass by!”

Song Qinghan hesitated for a moment, looked at the people around, and found that some people left before the plate came, or waved their hands, not giving a cent, even if they gave money, they only gave one or two copper coins.

Looking at the immature faces in the acrobatic troupe, he made up his mind, took out a piece of silver and put it on the plate when the man came over.

The man was stunned when he saw the silver light, and then he was overjoyed, nodding his head to thank Song Qinghan.

Song Qinghan was satisfied, and when he was about to leave, there were sudden exclamations and screams from the crowd.

Wu Dahu grabbed his waist and stepped back into the corner.

Although Yuan Wenxuan couldn't see what happened, he hurriedly followed, stood on the steps, and looked towards the source of the sound.

The man who was holding the big plate just now fell to the ground for some reason, and there was a strong and strong man standing next to him, looking down at him, and said with a sneer, "Did you get this place here? Brothers, give it to me." I hit!"

The members of the acrobatic troupe gathered together and said angrily: "What are you doing? Are you still talking about the king's law?"

The big man raised his eyebrows and said arrogantly: "Wang Fa? On this site, we are Wang Fa!"

After finishing speaking, he raised his leg abruptly and kicked the man on the ground hard in the stomach. Hearing the man's scream, a cruel arc was drawn around his mouth.

His movements were like a signal, more and more big men came out from around, smashed all the props of the acrobatic troupe, all those who came to stop were knocked to the ground, followed by a rain of punches and feet Kicking, it seemed that the people from the acrobatic troupe were completely ignored.

Song Qinghan couldn't bear to hold onto Wu Dahu's arm, and murmured: "Why is this? Are we going to report to the authorities?"

Wu Dahu patted the back of his hand to comfort him, looked into the distance, and said in a deep voice, "The official messenger is here."

The passers-by watching also saw the official messenger coming from a distance, and spontaneously made way for the official messenger to stride over.

The members of the acrobatic troupe, who were beaten helplessly, saw hope in their eyes when they saw the officials, and shouted: "Officers! Officials! Help! They beat us for no reason and smashed all our food. It’s broken! The officers and men must make the decision for us!”

The big guys stopped before the official came over. The leader held his fists and said with a smile: "The adults are well aware that they broke the rules first and occupied the road here at will. We try to dissuade them, but they still don't listen. , In a moment of chaos, it became like this."

The officials let out an "oh", looked at the miserable members of the acrobatic troupe on the ground, and frowned: "A place like the state capital can allow you to act wildly? If you don't even know how to follow the rules, then leave early! Today For the sake of your newcomers, let me let you go for a while, and go back to where you should go after you have paid for the medical expenses!"

The man on the ground was bleeding even at the corner of his mouth. Hearing the words, he asked anxiously regardless of the pain: "Compensation for medical expenses? Are they paying us, or..."

"Of course you will pay them! Let's discuss the exact amount!"

The officials interrupted with a sneer, then nodded reservedly to the group of big men, turned and left.

After the officials left, the big man had a smug expression on his face, kicked the man on the ground, and said braggingly: "Hey, you still expect us to pay you back? You are young, but you have great ambitions. Hurry up!" Take out your money! The man has no time to spend with you here!"

The person on the ground was stimulated by his words, and suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, his face seemed to be ten years old in an instant, and he said in a dejected way: "Except for the money on the ground, we have no money. The acrobatic troupe has no money in the first place." Stop where you want, earn enough money and move on..."

The big man gave a "tsk", looking very dissatisfied, but he also knew that his words were true, so he impatiently said to his subordinates: "Pick up the money, and it will be your drink money!"

After he finished speaking, he looked around at the expressions of despair or grief on the faces of the members of the acrobatic troupe. He proudly spit on the ground, put his hands behind his back, and left humming a little tune.