A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Early the next morning, the two deliberately slept until they woke up naturally. When they got up, they found that the breakfast had been prepared. Knowing that it was Yuan Wenxuan's handwriting, they felt the child's sensibleness for a while, quickly finished the breakfast, and took it with him. The guy from the mountain is walking towards the suburbs.

With the experience of entering the mountain last time, the two of them came to the place where the Luo Han Guo and spices grew without much effort this time.

Considering that he still owes "a debt" to Zhu Gao's two houses, Song Qinghan deliberately asked Wu Dahu to make a big basket suitable for him to carry, so that together, the two of them can carry twice as many things as before. .

Since the wound on his lower abdomen healed, he began to exercise consciously. Although he is still far behind Wu Dahu, he is much better than before when he was powerless, at least a little bit biceps The shadow of the head muscle.

Thinking about it, he suddenly reached out and squeezed Wu Dahu's bulging biceps, half envious and half proud.

What I envy is that Wu Dahu's body has been maintained so well, and because of martial arts, it seems that there is still a tendency to develop in a better direction. What is proud is that such a great figure will be enjoyed by him, and it is beautiful when he thinks about it.

But when is it good to enjoy it?Song Qinghan thought about it, and his mind became distracted.

Wu Dahu noticed the envy flashing in Song Qinghan's eyes, he chuckled, and said dotingly: "Do you want to learn martial arts? I'll teach you a boxing technique, and you can practice it when you have time."

Song Qinghan's eyes lit up, he nodded happily, and in a blink of an eye, thinking of what Wu Dahu said yesterday, he hurriedly said, "Didn't you say you want to practice marksmanship? Just teach me that!"

His strength is not as strong as Wu Dahu's. If he fights close to someone, no matter how good his boxing skills are, he will be instantly reduced to scum, but if he uses tools, it will be different. Anyway, he still relies on his hands People who eat have unique advantages in operation, and they don't need to be close to people, so they can use their strengths to avoid weaknesses.

Wu Dahu obviously thought of this, nodded decisively, picked up two long round sticks of about the same size from the ground, handed one to Song Qinghan, and said solemnly: "Look at it!"

Once he entered the state of martial arts training, Wu Dahu's expression became very serious, as if he and the round stick in his hand were the only ones left in the whole world, and his movements were like flowing clouds and flowing water, which made Song Qinghan dizzy. Apart from applauding, I can't think of any other way to express my inner excitement.

Every man has a martial arts dream in his heart, and it's the same for Song Qinghan. Although Wu Dahu's boxing skills in the past are powerful, they have no rules and no sense of beauty. A move is to kill the opponent. Even if Song Qinghan wants to learn , There is also a feeling of powerlessness.

But after seeing this set of marksmanship, Song Qinghan not only rekindled the martial arts dream in his heart, but also gained a new understanding of Wu Dahu's martial arts talent.

Wu Dahu has a calm temperament, and every day when he came back from the martial arts hall, he would say that he was not good enough, so Song Qinghan really thought that marksmanship was very difficult for him, but looking at it now, it can be done in just a few days. Inside, it’s not good to practice a set of exercises that you have never touched before into this appearance, what is it?

Seeing Song Qinghan's eyes full of admiration, Wu Dahu smiled, and said embarrassedly: "The demonstration was too fast just now, and now I will show you in slow motion."

This is not a martial arts gym, and Song Qinghan is not a student who needs to take part in a martial arts test, so using He Wenli's method of "only demonstrating once" will naturally not work, and he has nothing else to do today. If Song Qinghan doesn't understand, He kept repeating the demonstration until Song Qinghan understood it.

After Song Qinghan carefully watched Wu Dahu's second demonstration, he put the small stone into his arms, raised the round stick in his hand, and said loudly, "I'm coming! Be careful!"

Wu Dahu didn't know what Song Qinghan was telling him to be careful about, but he took a few steps back obediently, protecting the exposed part of the small stone with his hand.

When the round stick in Song Qinghan's hand flew towards Wu Dahu's original position for the third time, Wu Dahu finally understood what the phrase "be careful" meant.

Although he didn't have any expectations for Song Qinghan's martial arts talent, he didn't know what to say about the "low-level mistake" that he couldn't even hold the round stick, so he could only comfort him: "It's okay, Just practice more, I'll go pick things up first."

He was worried that Song Qinghan was under too much pressure because he was watching from the side, so he proposed the idea of ​​avoiding it for a while. The distance between the two on the left and right is not far, so he can still take care of anything.

After Wu Dahu left, Song Qinghan calmed down, slowed down his swinging movements, and actually finished everything from beginning to end. Although the movements were not standard, compared to the previous few times, it was already a great improvement up.

He was so happy, as if he was possessed, he kept repeating that set of movements, from slow to fast, and in the end, he looked a bit like Wu Dahu demonstrated.

When he swung the round stick out again due to a mistake, he realized that it was already midday, and his hands also trembled unknowingly, probably because of excessive force.

Wu Dahu had already picked up the things they needed, stood silently watching Song Qinghan's movements, saw him stop, and finally walked out, praised: "You have learned very well! In time, your marksmanship will definitely surpass that of Song Qinghan. I!"

Song Qinghan acted obediently when he got an advantage, nodded without hesitation, and said without hesitation: "Of course, then we will come to compete with each other to see whether your gun is stronger or mine lasts longer!"

Wu Dahu was stunned for a moment, two suspicious blushes appeared on his face, he hurriedly looked away, coughed lightly and said: "If there is nothing else, let's go back first, Xiao Shitou must be hungry."

Seeing his unnatural expression, Song Qinghan realized that there was ambiguity in what he said just now, blushed, picked up the basket in a hurry, and walked out of the forest without even looking at Wu Dahu.

Wu Dahu, who fell behind, took out a hairpin from his arms, looked carefully, hesitated for a moment, finally summoned up his courage, quickly followed Song Qinghan's footsteps, grabbed his hand suddenly, and lifted the hairpin Putting it in his palm, he said unnaturally: "This little thing...you just put it away."

When his hand was caught, Song Qinghan's eyes showed a hint of joy, and he thought that the wood had finally opened up. Seeing that his hand left quickly, and there was a bare piece of wood in his hand, Song Qinghan was a little disappointed at first, but after listening to his words, a warm current flowed in her heart suddenly.

He picked up the wooden hairpin, looked it carefully in front of his eyes, and said in surprise, "This is... hollowed out on both sides?"

It was not the first time he had seen the double-sided hollow pattern. The "farewell hairpin" that Lin Dafu gave him in the jewelry store before was a double-sided hollowed-out hosta.

Wu Dahu obviously also remembered what happened at that time, his eyes darkened, and he said in a low voice: "That's right, I did it before, and I missed the opportunity for you..."

Because of that prison disaster, such a big conflict broke out between the two of them. At that time in the forest, he planned to throw away the hairpin, but later, without knowing why, he stuffed it into his arms like a ghost. After being injured, going to buy furs with Laifu, Song Qinghan giving birth, etc., he gradually forgot about this hairpin. It was Song Qinghan who said yesterday that he would just send him some small things, so he picked it up from his luggage. This hairpin came out.

Fortunately, the wood he chose at that time was quite expensive, even without any protection measures, it seems that this hairpin is still as clean as ever.

Song Qinghan's heart tightened, and he reached out to remove the jade hairpin from his head, trying to insert the wooden hairpin into his hair, but he couldn't find the right place, and almost poked his own scalp.

Wu Dahu stretched out his hand suddenly, covered his flustered hand, and slowly exerted force, inserted the wooden hairpin in Song Qinghan's hair, after looking at it for a while, his mouth curled up, and said softly: "It looks good. "

Seeing that he didn't let go of his hand this time, Song Qinghan rolled his eyes with a smile, nodded heavily, and said happily: "It looks good!"

A gust of north wind blew past, bringing a bleak chill, but the two of them seemed unaware, smiling like a sunny day in June.

Seeing that the "Moving Cradle" had stopped for a long time, Xiao Shitou yelled like a protest, waking up the two of them, and after going back on the road, Song Qinghan thought to himself, it seems that he is not far away from enjoying six-pack abs... ....

After returning home, the two cooperated tacitly to deal with all the seasonings, mangosteen and lemon, separately separated the things owed to Gao Zhu's second residence, and Wu Dahu personally sent them to their residence, and then put the rest into the alley In the shop in the courtyard, it is considered a success.

After working for a while, the sky also turned dark. When Yuan Wenxuan came back, his steady face was full of confusion.

Song Qinghan, who noticed this, pulled him in front of him, and asked curiously: "What's wrong? But did the people from Huichun Hall bully you?"

Anyone who studies art will inevitably be ostracized and targeted. Even Song Qinghan, during his first internship, encountered a "senior brother" who was unwilling to make progress and only wanted to drag others into the water, and racked his brains to figure it out. "Senior sister" how to improve the relationship between the leader and not the patient, so if Yuan Wenxuan is really bullied, he has a lot to say.

It's just that after hearing Song Qinghan's question, Yuan Wenxuan quickly shook his head, frowned and said, "That's not true, Dr. Shi is going to visit the doctor and asked if I would like to go with me. I can't make up my mind right now. .”