A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Song QingHan thought that he had auditory hallucinations and stammered: "what, what? What did you say

The old man took out a small ingot from his arms, put it into song QingHan's hand, lifted the bag of Siraitia grosvenorii, and asked, "is that enough?"

Song QingHan takes xiaoyuanbao and looks at Wu Dahu in a daze. It seems that he wants to ask for help.

Wu Dahu nodded, arched his hand and said, "thank you very much. Are you the famous doctor Luo of the rejuvenation hall?"

The old man laughed and waved his hand carelessly: "what miracle doctor? Where is the miracle doctor in the world? I'm just a mortal. "

After that, he thought for a while and said to song QingHan: "a week later, you will take another bag of Siraitia grosvenorii to the rejuvenation hall. If it is verified by me that you have the effect of this fruit, I will buy it all. If it is invalid, I will not investigate your responsibility, but you are not allowed to talk about the efficacy of this fruit, can you?"

Song QingHan Leng Leng Leng, after the reaction, nodded: "of course, if the Siraitia grosvenorii is invalid, I even sell, will not sell again."

The old man took a serious look at him, nodded and turned away.

When his figure disappeared from his sight, song QingHan said with emotion: "it's so generous. You can buy a bag, and you have to take it back to test it yourself..."

seeing that he didn't understand, Wu Dahu explained: "doctor Luo was the imperial doctor in the palace. When he got old, he returned home. The Spring Festival Hall opened a medicine shop for him They don't need Dr. Luo to take care of them. He just goes out for consultation when he is happy. Therefore, the time for going to the clinic is never fixed. But even so, there are still a large number of people going to huichuntang to see a doctor, just for the chance of meeting Dr. Luo. "

Song QingHan gave a "tut" and envied him: "when can I have such treatment...

this is the first time Wu Dahu heard him say such a thing. After a pause, he asked," do you want to open a medicine shop to be a doctor? "

Song QingHan understood that Wu Dahu took his words seriously. He waved his hand and explained, "I just feel that it's very good to be able to become a top talent in the industry and control my own life. I'm not going to open a pharmacy. I'm OK to move needles and thread. Let me recognize those herbs. I'm really big head!"

If he had not had a headache when he saw the compendium of Materia Medica and other books, he would not have chosen western medicine, but traditional Chinese medicine.

After all, traditional Chinese medicine is more extensive and profound in his eyes. The wonderful effect of different herbs combined together is much more interesting than that of standard western medicine.

Wu Dahu nodded, looked at the sky and said, "let's find a place to have lunch, and then go shopping after lunch."

Song QingHan has not eaten outside since he came here, so he is very excited and says, "OK, what are we going to eat?"

If you don't have a good taste, you can't even use it? It's better to eat dried meat...

Wu Dahu looked at him funny, put away the rest of the things, touched his head, and said, "let's go. I'll take you to eat once."

After saying good-bye to butcher Chen, they walked to an alley.

Song QingHan saw that Wu Dahu was taking him with him. He walked more and more out of the way. He couldn't help asking, "what kind of store is open in this way? If the sense of direction is not good, there is no way to eat. "

Wu Dahu was stunned, and a smile flashed across his eyes. He explained: "the shopkeeper of that shop is not good at leg and can only cook food at home. It's not so famous, but it's the most delicious food I've ever eaten. It's even more delicious than that in the restaurant. I'm afraid it's related to the reason you said."

Just as they were talking, there was a small shop in front of them. A middle-aged man who looked a little ferocious was sitting behind the counter and seemed to be settling accounts.

Wu Dahu took song QingHan and went straight to him. He sat on the central table and said to the man, "shopkeeper Jing, give us three famous dishes and a pot of hot wine."

Jingge looked up at the two men, and a surprised expression flashed on his face. He got up and said, "it's your boy. Is this your husband?"

Song QingHan noticed that he was limping when he walked. It seemed that he had hurt his legs and feet.

Wu Dahu nodded his head slightly and affirmed: "yes, this is my husband song QingHan."

This is the first time that song QingHan heard Wu Dahu call himself solemnly. He felt a little sweet when he felt strange.

Jingge ha ha, a smile, a flash into the curtain, no figure.

After he left, song QingHan looked at the small shop carefully.

However, apart from tables, chairs, counters and other sundries, there was no other decoration, not even a menu to order.

He said thoughtfully: "because all the guests are acquaintances, we don't even need a menu. We can order what we want."

Wu Dahu nodded, indicating that his guess was completely correct. He added: "there is another reason. He can cook whatever he has bought. There is no fixed dish, so there is no need to make a menu."Song QingHan was surprised. If we put it in modern times, how many people would like to explore it.

Jingge didn't make them wait any longer, but with one cup of tea, he brought out three dishes, two bowls of rice, two wine cups and a pot of steaming wine.

Song QingHan saw that the fish in the plate was scalded with hot oil, and the fish meat contracted slightly. It looked like a live fish, so he knew that the food was fresh.

He picked up his chopsticks, took a piece of fish, dipped it in the soup and put it in his mouth.

The natural flavor of fish with the sweet tomato, in the tip of the tongue rotation bloom, impact on the taste buds of Song Dynasty.

He couldn't help sighing, "it's really delicious. It's much better than I thought!"

Wu Dahu also ate a mouthful of fish, nodded and said to Jingge: "the craftsmanship of manager Jing is more advanced. He is worthy of being the queen of the imperial kitchen."

Jingge waved his hand, indifferent way: "what imperial chef is not royal chef, is not a cook? Don't boast all over the sky, I won't lose money."

Seeing him so funny, song QingHan and Wu Dahu looked at each other with a smile.

Wu Dahu takes a few mouthfuls of food and drinks a sip of wine. Yu Guanghui looks at Song QingHan curiously at the cup in his hand and hesitates: "do you want to drink it, too?"

Song QingHan chicken pecked rice like nodded, and in a twinkling of an eye thought that he was pregnant now. He coughed softly and said in an embarrassed way: "I just want to taste it. I don't want to drink too much."

Before his voice fell, Wu Dahu had poured a glass of wine in front of him.

Song QingHan curiously picked up the cup of warm wine, put it on his lips, sipped it gently, frowned slightly, and said strangely, "why is it not good to drink at all?"

Before Wu Dahu said anything, Jingge quit. He patted his account book on the table, glared and said, "how much wine do you drink? Do you dare to say that this wine is not good? Even the aged wine in Xiangpiao building is not as fragrant as my wine

Song QingHan said wrongly: "it's really bad to drink. It doesn't taste at all, it's just spicy throat..."

What's the flavor of modern wine? Beer, red wine, Champagne... Each has a special taste. It's no wonder that song QingHan, whose mouth is raised and picked, finds this kind of liquor with rough brewing methods not good to drink.

Seeing what Jingge wanted to say, Wu Dahu interrupted him and said, "Xiaohan hasn't drunk wine before, so he can't adapt to this spicy throat. Besides, he doesn't have a thousand worries. He needs to borrow this wine to eliminate it. He just tells the truth."

Jingge hums twice and picks up the account book again. It seems that he is not ready to investigate again.

Song QingHan sneaked up to Wu Dahu's ear and asked, "when our sugar jar is well brewed, can we sell it here?"

Wu Dahu laughed. He didn't expect anything about the taste of sugar jar wine, but he didn't want to beat song QingHan. He said, "as long as the manager Jing thinks it's good to drink, it will work. After all, he loves wine most."

Song QingHan turns his eyes and doesn't pursue Jingge. He just yelled at him. He fantasizes about the picture of a handful of copper coins entering his pocket.

After lunch, song QingHan saw Wu Dahu take out a handful of copper coins and put them on the counter. After counting, he felt a faint pain in his heart and liver.

Although the three dishes are delicious, the price of 200 copper coins is too expensive!

However, Wu Dahu didn't react. After leaving Jingge, he took song QingHan out of the alley.

Song QingHan was still struggling with money. Thinking of the little Yuanbao that doctor Luo had given him, he couldn't help asking, "how many copper coins is that Yuanbao?"

Wu Dahu taught him to weigh the Yuan Bao and explained, "here are ten Liang silver coins. A hundred copper coins is one or two silver coins, so ten Liang is a thousand copper coins."

Song QingHan thought, in modern times, a Siraitia grosvenorii cost five or six yuan. Just now, there were more than 200 Siraitia grosvenorii in the bag. It seems that doctor Luo is quite reasonable. He didn't lower the price because he didn't see it.

"What shall we buy first? Bed He looked at Wu Dahu and discussed.

Seeing that he was so obsessed with his new bed, Wu Dahu hesitated for a moment and then nodded his head and said, "then go to see the bed first."

They walked toward the carpenter's shop. Song QingHan looked at the carpentry shop and saw that the shop was full of wood plates. They said in doubt, "where is the bed? No beds for sale

Hearing the noise, the people inside came out and asked, "do you want to make a bed? What size do you want? What material? "

Wu Dahu didn't think about it. He said directly, "how much is an elm bed six feet wide?"

The man looked at him in surprise and said with a light smile, "my little brother is a good judge of goods. I want you 15 Liang silver."

Song QingHan takes a breath of cool air. It seems that an ordinary bed is so expensive.

All of their present belongings may not add up to 15 Liang silver...

Wu Dahu shook his head and said decisively, "ten Liang silver."