A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Hualian was stunned and quickly responded. She got up from the ground and stood cleverly on the side of song QingHan. She bowed her head and said, "yes, master."

Song QingHan didn't say anything because he was not in a good mood now. The other reason was that he didn't know how to face the "traditional dross" as a modern man.

Fortunately, Hualian looks very clever on the surface. After he enters the room, he stands quietly outside the door, quietly, just like a wooden man.

At noon, Wu Dahu came back from Liangyi hall and found someone burning a fire in the kitchen. Without looking carefully, he said with a smile: "Xiaohan, I can come."

Hualian heard the sound, shrunk for a moment, quickly turned around, respectfully said: "the young master is back."

Seeing that he was a strange female man, Wu Dahu stepped back a few steps and said in a cold voice, "who are you? From Zhai Su again? Is not yesterday's lesson enough? "

Song QingHan just fed the little stone and walked out of the house. Seeing that Wu Dahu was ready to pull out his sword at any time, song QingHan quickly explained: "this is what I promised to come down. It's not too much to ask him to cook and do chores. If he can't do well, we can drive him away at any time."

Hearing this, Wu Dahu's face slowed down, gave Hualian a warning glance, and said in a deep voice: "if I know that you intend to be wrong, I will let you know what is life is like death!"

Hualian shivered and bent her knees. She wanted to get down on her knees, but she remembered song QingHan's words. She had to lower her head to the top of her head, and nervously said, "I know. I have no second heart for the master and the young master!"

Wu Dahu snorted coldly and ignored him. He reached out and took out his bouquet of flowers behind him and handed it to song QingHan. A faint smile flashed over his eyes. He said in a warm voice, "today we are in the mountain. This is the wild flower I picked for you."

Song QingHan's face flashed a touch of surprise, reached out to take the bouquet, the corner of his mouth couldn't help but hook up a sweet arc and said in a soft voice: "what are you doing in the mountain? Don't others laugh at you when you pick so many flowers? "

Hearing the speech, Wu Dahu's smile deepened. He said slowly: "this year's military test, there is more field competition. It is said that it is to prepare for the future war. We are afraid that we will often go to the mountains in the near future. As for jokes... They laugh at me picking flowers, and I joke that they have no one to give flowers. In comparison, I still take advantage of them. "

Seeing that he became so glib, song QingHan shook his head with a smile, turned to put the flowers well, and said to Hualian, "have a meal."

After the meal was put on the table, song QingHan saw Hualian and went back to the kitchen. He wanted to ask why he didn't come to eat. But he thought that the master and slave should not eat at the same table. Seeing that Wu Dahu didn't mean to call him, he gave up his mind.

After dinner, Wu Dahu goes to bed. Song QingHan goes to squeeze the goat's milk. Just as he is about to enter the kitchen, he suddenly hears a rustling sound coming from inside. He hides himself and looks through the gap.

Hualian was scraping the juice from their leftover plate with a piece of black nest head. Looking at his expression, it seemed that the head of the nest was very hard. He chewed it for a long time before he swallowed it hard. However, even so, after eating the head of the nest, his face suddenly showed satisfaction.

Song QingHan stops to live, looked at the goat's milk on the hand, thought for a while, or quietly took it back to the room.

It's not that Hualian is afraid to drink, but his mood is a little complicated now. He can't tell whether Hualian's behavior was sincere or deliberately acting to deceive them.

According to the truth, how can the people who serve Zhai Su be so poor? What's more, they don't have white rice left in the pot? The other dish is the same. There is still more than half of it. But Hualian is going to eat the leftover dish with only soup. It is really suspicious.

But... What if it's true? He didn't know that he could move the good food, and this possibility still existed.

Song QingHan tangled for a long time. After seeing Hualian wash the dishes, he went out of the kitchen and began to clean the yard. He could not bear it. He walked a few steps to him and said, "what did you just eat?"

Hualian's hands on a meal, quickly lowered his head: "return to the master, the small slave eat is their own nest head, absolutely did not steal the rest of the food."

Song QingHan's face strange way: "when you eat your own nest head, what to eat?"

This question seems to have puzzled Hualian. His hands are tightly twisted together, which makes song QingHan feel his tension.

"After eating the nest, the little slave made some more with radish tassels mixed with rice husks..."

Song QingHan shook his head helplessly and said with a smile, "don't you know this is all for sheep? What do you, a good man, eat these for? "

However, Hualian seemed to hear his first sentence and said urgently: "return to the master, the little slave will not rob the sheep to eat. When they can't finish eating, the little slave will do it again!"

It can be seen that he was really excited, and even looked up at Song QingHan in spite of the "rules". His eyes were full of longing and sincerity.

Seeing that his expression was not fake, song QingHan was more puzzled and asked in a strange way: "are you treated like this in Zhai Su's family? Then why do you want to be a servant? It's better to go outside and find some casual workers to live a more natural life. "This topic seems to touch the warning line in Hualian's heart. He unconsciously rubs his thumb and pretends to be calm and says: "since the little slave and the little slave are the servants of the master and the young master, they will be easy to work and will never do anything harmful to the interests of the master and the young master!"

Song QingHan picked his eyebrows and was dissatisfied with his pleasant but evasive answer.

However, it was still early. If he asked again, he would be more aggressive. It would be better for him to try to catch a big fish.

So he said slowly: "my family's meals are with you, and I will give you five Liang silver every month. You only need to do a little."

Hualian can't help but lift her head quietly, as if to know what the "little" is.

Song QingHan narrowed his eyes and said calmly: "you can't lie to us, even if you don't answer, you can't lie."

Hualien stopped, her hands clenched into fists, pursed her mouth and nodded, "yes, master."

Apart from other things, Hualian is really a good hand in doing things, and does not talk much. In silence, she cleans up and down the house and takes care of the people who should be cared for.

Even before the cold days of Song Dynasty, Zhai Su sent Hualian to tempt Wu Dahu, but it didn't happen at all.

Hualian is just like they bought it. It makes him feel a little sad.

Wu Dahu didn't say anything about it. What he cared about was song QingHan and Xiaoshi. As long as Hualian didn't make any small moves, he could tolerate this silent female man.

However, there are many things that have bothered him recently. Although frequent field training is not a difficult task for him, he, as one of the most favored people in Liangyi Museum, naturally has to shoulder the responsibility of dealing with these accidents.

On this day, as usual, he went to the woods in the suburbs with the army. He didn't know what the curator thought. Suddenly, he asked all the people to disperse to see who got the most prey.

Wu Dahu was born as a hunter. He didn't pay attention to such competition. He walked slowly behind others, thinking that when others couldn't fight, he would pick up ready-made ones.

The curator was infuriated by his understatement and asked him to choose a direction by himself and walk to the position he could not see.

Although I don't know why the curator paid close attention to himself suddenly, Wu Dahu obediently chose a direction that nobody was around and accelerated his pace towards the deeper part of the forest.

The Siraitia grosvenorii and seasonings found earlier with song QingHan have been picked up. If we can find a new growth site, it will be a waste of time.

With this in mind, he was not so concerned about the traces of prey, but focused on the leaves of plants.

After discovering several new picking sites, he finally corrected his attitude and decided to fight back with a large prey at one go. It was neither perfunctory nor stealing the attention of others.

As he walked along, he found that the traces on the road seemed to be too messy, as if some prey bigger than a tiger passed by from here.

He frowned and pondered for a while, and decided to go to find out, but he had just come out of the dense Bush and fell into a trap made by a hunter.

Fortunately, although the trap is very deep, there is no bamboo pile at the bottom, otherwise he will be doomed to the end of soul flying annihilation at the moment of falling.

But unfortunately, there's someone here, and it's a female.

The female man screamed at the moment when he fell down, stuck back to the wall, looked at him nervously, and said, "are you a man or a ghost? Are you still alive? "

Wu Dahu coughed, patted away the dust he had raised, ignored the female man, and looked up at the hole which was longer than his arms.

What did the hunter who dug this trap think? If you dig so deep, it takes time and effort. Even if there is a prey coming in, how can he get it up?

Although Wu Dahu has been complaining about the man who dug the trap a hundred times, he still keeps his face still. After looking around the inside of the trap, he sees that the wall is extremely smooth and thinks of a way to escape.

Seeing that Wu Dahu didn't pay attention to himself, the female man was so excited by the arrival of an outsider. He held his arms and pursed his mouth and said, "who is it? He can't be deaf? Hello! Can you hear me? The deaf

Wu Dahu was thinking about the key point when his mind was suddenly interrupted. He was so angry that he was forced to be angry. He coldly swept the man and said in a deep voice: "shut up!"

Frightened by his action, the female man jumped like a frightened rabbit. He seemed to want to step back a few steps, far away from Wu Dahu. Unfortunately, the wall behind him was harder than the rock, making him unable to retreat.