A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Like Wu Dahu and song QingHan, the shopkeeper sees more.

If the business is good, he must drive them out and let them come in after they have discussed it slowly. However, if the business is not so good today, he has the right to go to the theatre to see who persuades them.

Wu Dahu heard the shopkeeper's reply, and flashed a light of joy. He said to song QingHan, "that cloth is very good. Buy that one."

When song QingHan saw him like this, he was able to understand the helplessness of those women in modern times.

He sighed and said unhappily, "besides the good price of that cloth, what else is good about it? Can you wear it like a brown bag

Wu Dahu laughs. He doesn't notice the change of song QingHan's mood. He thinks to himself: "I'm skinny and fleshy. I'm not afraid of coarse cloth. I feel comfortable wearing it."

Song QingHan resolutely refused: "no! This one

Wu Dahu is the first time to see song QingHan so angry with him, and still in front of outsiders, his face can not help but become embarrassed, but let him agree, it is like cutting meat on his body.

That's ten Liang silver! It's almost all the money they have left in the sale today!

It's the first time that the shopkeeper has seen such a tough attitude. In the past, the quarrel usually ends with the decision of the female and male to yield to the man. But this time, it's interesting. If he doesn't get it wrong, the female man seems to win.

What's the point of winning a fight? Lose more.

He probably thought of his own experience, and suddenly sighed and interrupted, "OK, OK, you two should step back and choose a cloth of five Liang silver? Here, the dark gray one. How about that one? "

Song QingHan was stunned. After seeing Wu Dahu's eye injury, he no longer insisted and went to the cloth recommended by the shopkeeper.

He touched it, and without any expression, he said, "this one."

Seeing this, Wu Dahu nodded and agreed, "OK, this one."

Although song QingHan had not yet calmed down, he did not forget the most important thing. He asked, "this is just cloth. Do you help to make clothes here?"

The shopkeeper thought that song QingHan was very interesting, so he explained with a smile: "if you make clothes here, you need at least one or two silver sets. If you invite someone to do it in the village, it's a meal. It depends on your choice."

Wu Dahu also opened his mouth and said, "let's go back and ask someone to do it. My clothes used to be made by people who have done well in the village."

Song QingHan nodded and saw Wu Dahu pay the money from the shopkeeper. He took the cloth and went out first.

Seeing him like this, Wu Dahu wanted him to choose a cloth, but his words turned into a sigh.

The idea of the female male is really unpredictable, especially the pregnant one.

The two took the bullock cart back to the village. They didn't speak all the way. Until they walked home slowly, Wu Dahu finally took the initiative to break the silence.

"I just love money. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Song QingHan's eyes were sour and said in a low voice: "I just want you to wear better. I don't mean to lose face in front of outsiders."

Seeing his tears whirling in his eyes, Wu Dahu felt tight in his heart. He took out his hand and patted him on the shoulder. He comforted him: "I was wrong. I didn't understand your kindness. In fact, now I think that money is earned. What's the use of heartache? It's better to be happy. I won't do it again. "

Song said that the more money he had to spend, the better he would not spend

Wu Dahu helped him wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes and said with a smile, "OK, we will never quarrel again."

Song QingHan nodded and a warm current welled up in his heart.

Can progress together, adapt to each other in friction, such feelings, good.

When they got home, they saw the man they never wanted to see again.

"What are you doing again?"

Song QingHan frowned and didn't have a good breath.

He really had no way to deal with this piece of brown sugar. No matter how he shook his face and how he reasoned, he just ignored it and lived in his own world.

Lin Dafu's eyes flashed and hurt, but he still reached out and revealed the contents of the carriage. He said with a smile, "it's cold. This is the new cloth just transported from the south of the Yangtze River. It hasn't been sold in the town yet. I'll bring it to you first. You can take it and make some clothes."

Song QingHan glanced at his carriage and saw that there were ten pieces of cloth and eight pieces of cloth. He couldn't help thinking angrily: hateful rich man!

Wu Dahu didn't forget Lin Dafu's sending them eggs. He suddenly said to him, "wait a moment. I'll take something."Lin Dafu looks inexplicable. He looks at Wu Dahu and song QingHan walking into the courtyard. He can't help but follow him and block him in front of the door, as if afraid that Wu Dahu will stop him outside.

Wu Dahu packed all the Luohanguo and seasoning left at home and put them by Lin Dafu's carriage. He said to him, "this is a gift for you to send us eggs. Grosvenor is used to soak in water, and seasoning is used to cook meat. Although it is not a valuable thing, it is also a rare thing. Don't you see that continuing like this will only make Xiaohan cold Hate you? If you really want to come, come back after Xiaohan gives birth to the baby. "

Lin Dafu looked at the things, then looked at Song QingHan. Seeing that he looked at himself with disgust, Lin Dafu felt a tingle in his heart. He put the things into the carriage, carried out the cloth he had brought, and leaned against the outer wall of the yard and whispered, "these are my apologies these days."

Song QingHan refused: "you take it back, we don't need it."

"If you don't need it, leave it here."

Lin Dafu lowered his head and whispered.

With this sentence, he took a deep look at Song QingHan, sat in the carriage and left slowly.

Wu Dahu somehow, looking at Lin Dafu's back, suddenly opened his mouth and said, "he also made a fool of himself."

Song QingHan looked at him strangely and asked, "are you sympathizing with him?"

Wu Dahu smiles and shakes his head and says: "it's too busy to care for yourself. How can you sympathize with him?"

Song QingHan went over and looked at the cloth. Unfortunately, he said, "if I had sent it from another person, I would have taken it. Unfortunately, it was from him. What should I do now?"

No one wants good things, but they can't.

So Wu Dahu said: "I'll send it to the people who need it in the village. It's time to make clothes."

Song QingHan nodded in agreement and went back to the yard with him. After dinner, he had a rest and went out again.

On the way, Wu Dahu and song QingHan introduced the situation of each family in the village, pointing to the smallest yard and saying, "there is a widowed woman living there. The handicraft work is very good. People in the village love to go there to make clothes."

Oligogyny? Like a widow, right?

Song QingHan followed Wu Dahu, watched him knock on the door of the courtyard, and cried out: "Lord Qin, I'm looking for you to make clothes!"

With that, Wu Dahu explained to song QingHan: "he is old and his ears are not good."

Song QingHan nodded with understanding, looked at the old man who opened the door and said hello with a smile.

Mr. Qin was stunned. In response, song QingHan was Wu Dahu's newly married husband. He said happily, "it's really water! Dahu married a good husband! Come in

They stepped into the courtyard. Song QingHan carefully avoided the dense vegetables planted on the ground. Looking at the empty appearance of Lord Qin's room, he felt a little sad.

With a smile, Wu Dahu handed the four pieces of cloth in his hand to Mr. Qin and explained, "this one is mine, and the other three are entrusted to you by Mr. Lin!"

Lord Qin didn't seem to respond, and asked in a loud voice, "what? Why did Mr. Lin give it to me

Seeing that ye Qin didn't want to ask clearly, Wu Dahu had to patiently say, "because Mr. Lin is happy! If you buy more cloth, let me help you to transfer it to the people in the village! "

Lord Qin was stunned, but he finally understood Wu Dahu's words. He touched the cloth on his hand with emotion and said: "this is a good material. I've lived so long. It's the first time I've seen such a good material. I didn't expect it was for me. Mr. Lin is a good man..."

seeing that he wiped his tears, Wu Dahu said with a smile: "this is a good thing! What are you crying for? Don't forget my clothes. This is your reward. "

Lord Qin borrowed money subconsciously. Seeing it was a piece of silver, he said in a dilemma: "I don't have any money to change for you. I'll give it to me when you have change."

Wu Dahu didn't reach out and said, "this is the reward for this dress. After all, this cloth is expensive, so it's not easy to make it. Go ahead!"

Lord Qin waved his hand and insisted on returning the silver to Wu Dahu's hand. He said, "I've been making clothes for so long. It's always the price, no matter what fabric is. Don't worry, I won't stain your cloth. Take the money back. You can give me the change next time. I'm an old man, and there's no place to get money...

see you Song QingHan couldn't help but persuade him: "uncle, you can't help but keep it. You're old, and it's hard to make clothes..."

"I'm old, but what's so hard about making clothes?" Lord Qin opened his eyes and retorted directly. When he realized that his tone would frighten song QingHan, he slowed down his face and continued: "I know you love me, but you should be honest. They are all clothes. How can you make this price or that price for a while?" he continued