A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Seeing him like this, Wu Dahu, even if he has a thousand worries, is not good to talk about export. He has to sigh slightly and get up to put the empty bowl back into the kitchen.

Song QingHan a person in the room will sulk, calm down and began to regret.

Clearly, Wu Dahu is just worried about him, but he is just complaining about Wu Dahu. What's the reason?

He was not a headstrong person before. He was gentle and considerate to his colleagues and patients. However, after he arrived here, he always had a hard time with Wu Dahu. It's really strange.

Song QingHan did not come up with a conclusion, and finally had to attribute the cause to changes in hormones after pregnancy, which affected the mood.

Hearing the sound of frosting coming from outside, song QingHan couldn't sit still. He walked out slowly and helped wudahu to dry the bag of Siraitia grosvenorii, put it in the bag and put it in the corner.

After finishing Luohanguo, Wu Dahu thought for a moment and said to song QingHan, "we should be able to make the bed tomorrow. Then we should find a place to put this old bed. In addition, in two more months, you will give birth, and the children also need a place to live. So I want to go to the village masons and expand the yard and the house, OK?"

How could song QingHan refuse such a good thing? Therefore, his chicken pecked at the rice like nodded, and followed Wu Dahu like an asshole. He said urgently, "I want to go too!"

Wu Dahu nodded and took him out of the courtyard and walked towards the village.

Although many people in the village of Song Dynasty can not follow the cool people in the courtyard.

After seeing Wu Dahu, the people in the yard said enthusiastically, "big tiger, why are you here? Do you want to add rooms? "

Song QingHan saw the young man nodding to himself. Although he was surprised, he also nodded back.

Wu Dahu patted the man on the shoulder and looked very familiar. He nodded his head and said, "yes, I want to add two rooms and expand the yard. When do you have time?"

The man patted his thigh and said happily, "that's right! I've said that your yard needs to be expanded. You can live in a husband's house when the time comes. You don't listen! But it's not too late. It will be troublesome to expand after the baby is born! Let's go, let's go. I'll take my things and go with you now! "

With that, he bent over to pick up his things. He seemed to be more anxious than Wu Dahu.

As they speak, they walk out. From Wu Dahu's mouth, song QingHan learns that the young man's name is Qian leopard, and he was born in the same year.

Not only that, the two people even have names.

It is said that Qian leopard's father has always admired Wu Dahu's father. After learning that he named his son Dahu, he named his son a leopard with similar meaning, which can be regarded as a pair of "fake brothers".

When Qian baozi arrived at Wu Dahu's yard, he put the tool on the ground, threw a hammer into his hand, and said with a smile, "come on, our brother can finally cooperate once!"

Finish saying, two people tacit understanding go to courtyard wall, wave hammer, hit a few times below, courtyard wall will collapse completely.

Song QingHan has long been reminded by Wu Dahu to stand far away, so he can see clearly the picture of the courtyard wall falling down.

The two men's movements were very fast. After smashing the courtyard wall, they began to discuss the location of the new courtyard wall.

After a incense time, the two people who had finished the discussion began to build a new courtyard wall.

Song QingHan watched a brand-new courtyard wall gradually taking shape under the two people's hands, only to feel the sigh.

Without reinforced concrete and automated machines, you can build your dream house with your hard-working hands. It's wonderful!

However, building a house is not so simple. After Wu Dahu and Wu Dahu have finished the new courtyard wall thoroughly, it will be dark.

Wu Dahu wants to let Qian leopard come down to have a meal, but Qian leopard waved his hand and said mysteriously, "my newly married little husband won't let me go. It's tight! It's a match for you! "

After he left, Wu Dahu took a close look at Song QingHan. He didn't understand where Qian baozi could see that song QingHan was sticking to him. Mingming was always so mysterious that people couldn't see through. His heart went up and down like a bamboo basket, but it was still empty.

At dinner, song QingHan became talkative, pointing to the open space outside and imagining the picture of the future.

"We can open up a vegetable field here. We can plant some radish, cabbage, onion, ginger and garlic. Then we can put up a shelf and wrap it with wax gourd vine and loofah vine, so that we can eat vegetables all the year round."

"Then we can set aside some seeds to grow Siraitia grosvenorii, and then we can make some soil to grow mushrooms. It's really delicious."

"Oh, by the way, we can also plant some flowers and plants, such as roses, roses, and so on, and add a little elegance to our yard."

"..."

when Wu Dahu saw that he was talking about the planning of the yard, he even forgot to eat his meal. His eyes filled with a thick smile and nodded his head from time to time, recording all his words in his heart.After song QingHan's reaction, the food was cold. Wu Dahu helped him to heat the meal again without complaint. Then he urged him to eat quickly and plan again after eating

Song QingHan took the rice in his mouth, thought about it and asked, "don't you have any plan? It's all planned by me. Don't you have any private space? "

"Private space?" Wu Dahu repeated it and then reflected the meaning of the word. He shook his head with a smile and said, "I don't want any private space. It's wonderful to be with you."

His unexpected confession made song QingHan almost choke his rice into his throat.

"Cough, then, did you not want to stay by yourself?"

Song QingHan drank his saliva and asked curiously.

Wu Dahu thought for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and then said slowly, "yes, there are. But at that time, I prefer to run back to the mountain. It's quiet and comfortable. It's really true that I'll stay by myself."

Seeing that he was a little depressed, song QingHan knew that his words had caused him bad memories. He quickly changed the topic and said, "well, how many children do you want in the future?"

After saying this, Wu Dahu is not good, song QingHan's mood is depressed.

Until now, he still thinks that Wu Dahu will treat him well. A large part of the reason is that he is pregnant with Wu Dahu's child. When the child is born, a willful and lazy person like him will be disliked by Wu Dahu, right?

At that time, even if Wu Dahu is benevolent and righteous, he will not be able to take a concubine. What is the relationship between Wu Dahu's children and him?

Wu Dahu took a look at him and knew that he didn't like the taste of pregnancy. He hesitated and said, "it depends. If you can, the more the better, but one will do."

However, song QingHan has been completely immersed in his own fantasy, only noticed Wu Dahu's first sentence, as for his later sentence is completely ignored.

The more kids cry in the yard, the better.

Wu Dahu didn't know which answer provoked him. Seeing that he quickly picked up the rice, he returned to the room angrily. He shook his head with a bitter smile and cleaned up the dirty bowl.

The next morning, Wu Dahu got up very early. After walking around the hospital, he moved all the materials prepared yesterday into the courtyard, and then slowly assembled them.

When song QingHan kneaded his eyes out of the room, a brand-new six foot wide bed appeared in front of him.

He couldn't help but sit down and said happily, "this bed is really strong! Solid solid wood bed, if you put it in the present... I don't know how expensive it will be

Although Wu Dahu didn't understand the place he was talking about, he shook his head and honestly said, "it's not very expensive. Elm is not rare. If you know a little bit about woodworking and have strength, you can do it yourself."

The key is that there are not many people who know a little bit about woodworking and have strength! Song QingHan turned his eyes and thought.

Now he feels it. Wu Dahu doesn't know how good he is. I'm afraid it has something to do with his father.

Wu Dahu never compares himself with ordinary people, only with his father. That must be because he feels that his ability is far from enough. He has become a decathlon by putting him among ordinary people.

When they finished their breakfast, Qian leopard also came, looking fresh and fresh.

Wu Dahu asked him with a smile: "what good things happened in the early morning? Is the magpie coming? "

Seeing song QingHan enter the house, Qian baozi takes Wu Dahu's shoulder and whispers, "my husband won't let me go in the early morning. I have to hand in the grain. Do you think it's beautiful?"

This kind of nonsense is a man to understand, but Wu Dahu's face is a little embarrassed, obviously is not used to such words with people.

Seeing his ugly face, Qian leopard misunderstood his meaning and said quietly, "don't your husband let you hand it in? Or is it pregnancy? Don't be afraid! I've inquired about it. After three months, I can... Hey, hey. "

Wu Dahu saw song QingHan come out again. He coughed a little red and pushed Qian leopard away. He said solemnly, "start to work."

Song QingHan sees that Qian leopard looks at Wu Dahu with the eyes of "only can Yi Hui". However, Wu Dahu's long-term expressionless face actually appears a trace of blush, which makes him suspicious.

Is there something fishy about these two people? Although there are all men here, maybe there is a situation of "making a foundation"?

With this in mind, song QingHan's eyes on Qian leopard changed, and his face was on guard.

Qian baozi thought that song QingHan had heard the conversation between the two people, so when facing his undisguised eyes, he felt guilty and began to work.

Wu Dahu's performance was not much better. Although the blush on his face had gone down, his eyes did not dare to look in the direction of song QingHan. He only looked down at the head and the mud. I didn't know that he was a clay craftsman.

These two people's strange reaction, on the contrary, sat on the speculation in Song QingHan's heart. He angrily moved a small bench out and stared at their movements without blinking. As long as the distance between them was too close, he coughed, which scared them to leave immediately and didn't even dare to whisper.