A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

The next morning, song QingHan got up with Wu Dahu and went to Houshan after breakfast.

The back of the mountain is still shrouded in mist, which makes people feel a little cold.

The place where the yam was found last time is bald. However, Wu Dahu hasn't dug up all the yams, so he can continue to harvest it in the coming year.

However, due to a piece of baldness, the downhill plant showed a corner.

Song QingHan stared at that corner and suddenly said, "tiger, you go and pick that fruit for me to see."

Downhill is easy to cause accidents, so song QingHan is not ready to do it himself, and Wu Dahu is very obedient to go over and pick a green and yellow fruit.

After looking at Song QingHan's face, he finally decided to remind him: "this fruit is called 'sweet dead man'. Although it can be eaten, the tongue will be sweet and numb after eating. Therefore, unless people are too hungry to lick it, others will not eat it."

Did not expect that his voice just fell, song QingHan broke the fruit and licked it with his tongue.

Wu Dahu snatched the fruit and nervously looked at his lips and asked in a quick voice, "are you ok? How about the tongue? Put it out for me

Song QingHan opened his mouth, put out his tongue to show him, funny way: "lick a little bit, it's OK."

Seeing that he did not have any other abnormality, Wu Dahu breathed a sigh of relief, but his eyes stayed on his pink lips for a while.

Song QingHan didn't notice his sight. He chucked his mouth and said with satisfaction: "it's the taste. Take these fruits!"

Wu Dahu stopped for a moment, and finally did not say anything. He honestly picked up the green and yellow fruit.

"Xiaohan..." he picked and picked, suddenly out of voice.

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Song QingHan was searching other places carefully. After hearing his voice, he turned his head and asked, "what's the matter?"

Wu Dahu hesitated for a moment. It seemed that he was organizing the language. After a while, he said, "how do you know these things can be eaten? Like the previous itch stick and prick ball...

Song QingHan was very nervous, but Wu Dahu noticed this abnormality.

How can we use the past to understand the vagueness of these things?

Wu Dahu took a look at him. Seeing his dignified expression, he suddenly lowered his head and whispered, "in fact, you have recovered some of your memories. Did you learn these in the town?"

Seeing that he had made up a lie for himself, song QingHan quickly nodded and said in a continuous voice: "yes, yes, some memories have come back. I have seen these things in books before, so I remember them when I see them!"

Hearing his reply, Wu Dahu's face showed an expression of "it's true". His hand picking fruit suddenly stopped and avoided his eyes. He asked carefully, "when all your memories come back, will you or you hate me?"

Song QingHan looks sluggish, vaguely way: "should not, what is the use of hating you?"

Because of his guilty heart, he did not dare to see Wu Dahu's expression, so he did not notice the sad flash in Wu Dahu's eyes.

Yeah, what's the use of resentment? What's the third choice? I'll either continue to live with him or ask Lin Dafu for forgiveness?

After a period of silence, Wu Dahu finally broke the delicate atmosphere: "what are the names of these fruits? Do you drink it like a sugar jar

Song QingHan felt relieved somehow, nodded and said briskly: "this is Luohanguo. It's a kind of medicinal material. It's used to soak in water. It can clear away heat and cool blood, produce fluid and cough, and it can also beautify. It's a good thing."

After hearing this, Wu Dahu said with some doubts: "then why does your tongue feel numb after eating it? Don't you feel numb only when you are poisoned? "

Song QingHan remembered people's misunderstanding of yam here and laughed, explaining: "paralysis is indeed a common reaction of poisoning. Some things will use toxic substances to protect themselves, such as the layer of mucus of yam. But as long as you remove these toxic substances, they are good things."

"And the Siraitia grosvenorii." He held up the Siraitia grosvenorii, which was divided into two parts, and chuckled: "they are not paralyzed because they are poisonous. If you eat them directly, the sugar content is too high and the tongue can't admit it, so they appear paralyzed."

"But once the Siraitia grosvenorii is treated, it is very beneficial."

Wu Dahu nodded, listening to how much only he knew, but now he can only be sure that: Song QingHan looks really good.

After the big Wu man picked up two and a half of the bushes, the big tiger picked up the Bush again.

Wu Dahu stopped suddenly after walking for a while, reached out to pick something, turned and put it into song QingHan's hand, and said with a smile: "I know many female men think this thing looks good."

Song QingHan looked at the octagonal green plant in the palm of his hand and subconsciously said, "fleshy?"

Wu Dahu thought that he had found something else, so he said what he knew: "it was a little sweet when I just ate it, but after a while, my throat was burning like a fire. I have to drink a lot of water to relieve it."Song QingHan pinched this meatball shaped little thing, pinched a little skin, gathered to smell the nose.

"Ah, it was star anise He suddenly realized the tunnel.

Wu Dahu saw that he really had a new discovery. He quickly asked, "what's the benefit of this star anise? Do you want some back? "

Song QingHan nodded, remembering that Wu Dahu once said that people here didn't know how to eat seasoning. He said, "pick some and try it. I'll give you a try. If you don't get used to it, it won't work."

He knows that it's hard to change a person's eating habits since childhood. It's good to add scallion and ginger to change it. However, the smell of star anise is strong, and I'm afraid not everyone can get used to it.

Seeing that he was not as happy as before, Wu Dahu's mood also fell a little, picked a few star anise casually and went on.

After walking for half an hour, Wu Dahu estimated that song QingHan's physical strength was going to be unable to support, so he prepared to go back home.

Just as he turned his head, Yu Guang suddenly saw a ball on a big tree.

"Beehive?" He said in surprise, with a happy tone in his voice.

Song QingHan followed his sight to the big tree, and saw that there was a bee nest about the size of a basketball in the middle of the trunk. There were also some bees flying alone. I didn't know whether to go out or go home.

Wuda tiger put down the basket, looked up to song QingHan and said, "you wait for me here, I'll pick up the hive."

Song QingHan was so frightened that he grabbed his hand and stopped him: "this is too dangerous. There are so many bees that you will be stung to death!"

Seeing that he made a fuss, Wu Dahu, half funny and half kind-hearted, reached out and patted the back of his hand and comforted him: "don't worry, it's something you've been used to since childhood. There won't be any problem."

The song and Qing Dynasties were terrified. Watching Wu Dahu searching for pine branches and other materials on the ground, he thought that heaven and man were fighting. He didn't know whether to run first for self-protection or to stay for righteousness.

After Wu Dahu prepared the materials for burning, he judged the downwind direction and said with a smile: "it's just right. If you're afraid in a while, you'll hide in the bush. The bees won't sting you if you don't smell your smell."

If he didn't say this, song QingHan was really ready to find a place to hide. But when he said this, all his manliness in Song QingHan's heart burst out, and he opened his eyes and said, "who said I was afraid! You are not afraid of what I am afraid of! Anyway, if it stings you, I'll stand here and laugh at you for a while! "

Wu Dahu can't tell where he is. Although his words are not very pleasant, they are inexplicably cute and make people want to pinch his angry little face.

Seeing that if he didn't act, song QingHan's legs would tremble. Wu Dahu reached out and took out a flint. He quickly lit the pine branch and fanned it gently with the leaves of a cattail, so that the dense smoke drifted towards the place of the honeycomb.

Although song QingHan has heard of the principle of using smoke to drive away bees in modern times, this is the first time that he has seen it with his own eyes. He can't help holding his breath and waiting for the final result.

After the dense smoke poured into the hive, the bees inside seemed to be fleeing. They ran out in droves and flew down the wind direction. After a while, they disappeared.

After waiting for half a column of incense, Wu Dahu quickly climbed up the tree, picked off the hive and slid down with the trunk.

This series of actions made song QingHan's eyes widen, as if he knew Wu Dahu for the first time.

Wu Dahu came over with the beehive in his arms. His face was full of spirits that song QingHan had never seen before. It seemed to confirm how unnecessary song QingHan's worries were.

He turned his head and looked at the pine branch which was about to burn to the end, picked up the basket and said to song QingHan, "let's go quickly. If we are late, we will be stung by bees."

Song QingHan came back to God, subconsciously nodded, followed him to go home.

On the way back, song QingHan repeatedly looked at the beehive, as if he was still immersed in the scene just now, and doubted: "the honeycomb is so easy to pick, then they will not come here to build a nest?"

Wu Dahu as like as two peas in a row, seemed to have no idea that Song Qing Han was worried about the fate of bees. "They build up nests very quickly and can build a nest like this at about a few hours. Don't worry that they will be homeless."

Song QingHan looked at him strangely and muttered: "I'm not worried about their homelessness, I'm worried that there will be no beehive to pick."

Wu Dahu reacted, ha ha, patted the beehive and said, "don't worry. After you finish eating, I'll go to the mountain to look for it. They can't run out of this mountain."

When he said this, song QingHan looked back at the dense woods and said curiously, "how big is this mountain? Why do I feel as if I can't get to the edge, can't there be tigers in it