A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

The two worked together, and quickly filled a sack with lemons, and dug up a small lemon tree to plant in the yard.

After going on the road again, the two successfully found traces of Luo Han Guo vines and cumin. Sure enough, as Song Qinghan expected, in the same state, the things that grow in the mountains should be similar.

After picking a bag of Mangosteen and spices, the two headed home.

After entering the city, many passers-by were attracted by them, because this combination is really shocking.

Wu Dahu was carrying a half-height large basket by himself, which was full of things. Although it was covered by the sack, it was hard to see what it was, but it could be seen from the imprint of the basket on Wu Dahu's body that there was a lot of stuff inside. The stuff must not be light.

If it's just this, it's fine, there is a baby in swaddling clothes tied up in front of him, in order not to make the baby feel uncomfortable, he must spare at least one hand to carefully support the baby's buttocks.

It is really a "dilemma"!

On the other hand, Song Qinghan next to him, with empty hands, was still looking left and right to watch the excitement on the street, as if he didn't know that his husband was "carrying a heavy burden".

Seeing the condemning eyes cast on him by the people around him, Song Qinghan scratched his head in puzzlement, and continued to check the suitable store location.

They originally planned to sell their things in other people's shops like in the town, but after discovering the lemon, Song Qinghan suddenly changed his mind.

There are so many things that the people here don’t know, and now he has discovered several things. After a while, after the beginning of spring, everything will recover, and he may discover several things that the people here don’t know. Instead of selling to others as usual, it is better to be famous from the beginning, so that even if they launch new things, others can accept them relatively quickly.

The most important thing is that I can communicate face-to-face with customers by running my own store, and I can get market feedback information in a timely manner, which is convenient for adjusting business decisions. There are some troubles, but it is destined to stop here. It is basically impossible to achieve great development.

A man has ambitions. Now he can't be a full-time doctor, but it is still possible to be a successful businessman.

Wu Dahu has always adopted a policy of full support for Song Qinghan's decision, and he can feel that Song Qinghan is quite talented in doing business as long as he understands the basic rules.

Participating in the martial arts test is also a risk, and Song Qinghan's opening a shop is also a risk, so let's take the risk together as a husband and wife.

If you are successful, you will prosper together, if you are not successful, you will suffer together. What is there to be afraid of?

Song Qinghan looked all the way, but he couldn't find the shop he imagined. Seeing that the new home was not far away, he thought that this plan must be given up...

Unexpectedly, when his sight drifted around, he suddenly paused and discovered a new continent.

Wu Dahu saw Song Qinghan walking towards an alley, and followed in surprise.

Song Qinghan looked up and down the shop hidden in the alley, and asked curiously: "Shopkeeper, is your shop going to be resold?"

The shopkeeper, who was dozing off in the shop, heard the sound and immediately woke up after a jolt. After realizing what Song Qinghan said, he said excitedly: "Yes! Do you want to buy this shop?"

The smile on his face became more sincere when he thought that his money-losing goods could finally be sold.

Wu Dahu said with a strange expression: "Xiaohan, the location here is too remote, I'm afraid..."

Hearing this, the shopkeeper slapped the table and interrupted loudly: "Guest officer, you are wrong to say that! Although the location of my shop is a bit remote, the road is not easy. The officials who live here If you go to the Yamen, you have to pass through here, it can be said to be quite lively!"

Wu Dahu laughed and said: "No matter how lively the road outside is, it has nothing to do with your place. Otherwise, why do you want to resell the shop?"

The shopkeeper was at a loss for words, and hesitated for a long time before saying: "This, this is not because, because I want to go home to take care of my life! If you earn enough money, you have to spend it. You can't make money all your life, right?"

After Song Qinghan heard this, he looked at the shopkeeper with a strange expression, as if he had a new understanding of him.

Although the shopkeeper was "talking nonsense" out of haste and wit, he had to admit that what he said was quite reasonable, anyway, Song Qinghan was persuaded.

He nodded and asked, "How much are you going to sell this shop for?"

The shopkeeper was overjoyed, and quickly stretched out a slap, pretending to be calm and authentic: "500 taels of silver."

Hearing this, Song Qinghan turned around and walked out.

Seeing that he couldn't raise the price, the shopkeeper almost scared away the only customer these days, and hurriedly shouted: "That's impossible! 500 taels must be too expensive! 100 taels, how about 100 taels!"

Song Qinghan paused, turned to look at the shopkeeper, and said calmly, "80 taels of silver, I don't want anything from your shop."

The shopkeeper showed a heartbroken expression, looked around at the things left in his shop, gritted his teeth, and said, "Including these things, 100 taels of silver!"

In fact, there are not many goods left in his shop, mainly counters, tables and chairs, etc. There is no place to put them away, but it is a pity to give them to others for no reason.

Song Qinghan nodded decisively and said, "OK! Deal!"

Seeing that he agreed so simply, the shopkeeper began to regret it again, and said falteringly: "Well, many of these goods are still usable, I want to take some back..."

Song Qinghan raised his eyebrows, and said without expression: "You can take away all your goods, as long as the current structure is not destroyed."

Hearing this, the shopkeeper showed a happy expression, closed the door of the shop directly, and took Song Qinghan to the yamen to transfer the shop to him.

When they returned to the shop again, Wu Dahu raised his eyebrows when he saw that the shopkeeper had really removed all the goods, and wanted to say something, but seeing that Song Qinghan didn't make a sound, he also kept silent.

After returning home, Wu Dahu finally asked the question in his heart: "The location of that store is extremely poor. I'm afraid he bought it for only a few dozen taels of silver. Why did he spend 100 taels of silver to buy it?"

Song Qinghan knew that he must have been holding it in for a long time, so he stopped trying to keep it up, and explained with a smile: "The location of that shop is a little bit bad, but the shopkeeper is right, the road outside is really good, as long as you can get around With that road in use, the location of the shop is actually very good. What's more, the tables, chairs, partitions and other things he left behind are still in good condition after so long. Giving him 100 taels of silver is just enough to reach his psychological bottom line, no loss and no gain."

Wu Dahu nodded half-understood, and asked suspiciously: "But the shop is in the middle of the alley, not too close to that road, and people don't even look inside when they pass by, so how can it be used?"

Song Qinghan blinked his eyes, showing a sly smile, and said deliberately: "The mountain man has his own tricks, just wait and see!"

Wu Dahu didn't know whether to laugh or cry, shook his head, and stopped asking any more questions. After putting down the small stone, he walked into the kitchen and started to work.

After lunch, the two teamed up to deal with Luo Han Guo and seasonings, and when they were about to start processing lemons, there was a sudden knock on the courtyard door.

Wu Dahu opened the door, and the people outside hadn't seen his appearance clearly, and said directly: "How are you thinking? If you don't make a choice quickly, I will be rude... Huh? Who are you? "

The person who spoke stretched his neck and looked into the yard, and found that not only the people inside had changed drastically, but even the layout had also changed. He immediately reacted and said in surprise, "You bought this yard from that old stubborn man. gone?"

Wu Dahu also knew the general identity of this person, nodded and said: "Are you... Gaofu? Or Zhufu?"

The man wanted to ask Wu Dahu if he knew about it, but when he found that he asked his surname directly, he knew that he knew about it. He narrowed his eyes and said meaningfully: "You are very courageous, look at your appearance... ..Are you here to participate in the martial arts test?"

Seeing that everyone guessed that he was here to participate in the martial arts test, Wu Dahu said helplessly: "That's right, what advice does your lord have?"

The man snorted coldly, and said quietly: "I am the examiner of this martial arts test, what advice do you think I can give?"

Surprise flashed in Wu Dahu's eyes, but this emotion was only fleeting. He calmly clasped his fists in salute, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "Since my lord is the examiner of the martial arts test, I will teach the students after the martial arts test. Nothing else, I will close the door first."

Seeing that Wu Dahu deliberately accentuated his words during the "martial test", that person didn't understand that Wu Dahu was reminding him that he could not "teach" Wu Dahu now, he was slightly annoyed, and was about to speak when he heard a familiar voice voice sounded behind him.

"Hey, old man Gao, why can't you even speak clearly? One of the examiners is one of the examiners. What do you mean 'examiner'? You are the only examiner in the martial arts test?"

After satirizing his old opponent, he looked Wu Dahu up and down, with a flash of brilliance in his eyes, and said appreciatively: "Okay! This little brother is a talent! I am Lao Zhu next door to you, or you call me Lao Zhu." It's okay, I'm not the same as this old man, he likes to use some low-level methods, I like to fight head-on! Tell me, what price will you be willing to give me this little broken yard!"

Seeing that Mr. Zhu was so direct, old man Gao was afraid that Wu Dahu would agree, so he hurriedly said, "Boy! I can also pay what he can afford, and even double it for you! You decide for yourself!"

Old Zhu stared wide-eyed, and said unconvinced: "If you give double, I will give three times! Can I pretend that there is no one in Zhufu?"

Old man Gao clasped his hands, and replied without image: "If you give three times, I will give four times! Anyway, it is twice as much as you!"

"..."

Wu Dahu watched the two of them scolding each other like children, dumbfounded, and finally understood the mood of the original owner of the yard.