A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

The next morning, Wu Dahu and song QingHan finished breakfast and went back to town.

Seasoning is as good as ever, Siraitia grosvenorii is also sold more than the last time, many are repeat customers, the response is good.

Seeing the early harvest, Wu Dahu took song QingHan to the blacksmith and described the appearance of a scalpel to the blacksmith.

Song QingHan saw that he had written down all his descriptions. He was moved and funny in his heart.

Can the iron shop be made here?

I didn't expect that it was the blacksmith who thought for a while after listening to Wu Dahu's description. He even nodded and said, "although I've never seen anything like this, I should be able to do it. Well, I'll draw a drawing and see if it's OK."

With that, he turned straight into the shop, picked up the charcoal pen and drew it on the rice paper.

Wu Dahu and song QingHan look at each other, then enter the shop, patiently waiting for the blacksmith to finish painting.

Blacksmith's memory is also very amazing, even in accordance with Wu Dahu's description, a perfect set of scalpels drawn out.

Song QingHan took a breath when he looked at the drawing. Wu Dahu knew that the blacksmith was right when he saw it. He said, "let's do it like this. How long can it be done?"

The blacksmith chucked his mouth for a moment, then stretched out two fingers and shook them in front of Wu Dahu.

Wu Dahu surprised: "two days?"

"Two weeks!"

The blacksmith didn't have a good temper to correct the way, looking at the expression, he was very dissatisfied with Wu Dahu's random guess.

Song QingHan nodded at one side and said, "it's good to make it in two weeks. How much is it altogether?"

The blacksmith stretched out three fingers and probably didn't want Wu Dahu to guess again. He said directly, "thirty Liang silver."

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Song QingHan widened his eyes, grabbed Wu Dahu's sleeve and said, "so expensive? Shall we not? "

Wu Dahu patted his hand to show comfort and said to the blacksmith, "will you give me a deposit first?"

The blacksmith nodded, spread out his hand and said, "a deposit of ten Liang silver."

Song QingHan looked at Wu Dahu without hesitation and put ten Liang silver into the blacksmith's hand. He said with heartache: "the money for two days is gone."

Wu Dahu looked at him funny and said slowly, "it's like buying three clothes. Don't you really want this set of tools?"

As a western medicine, it's impossible not to want a scalpel. Therefore, although song QingHan's heart was dripping blood, he still nodded obediently and said: "I really want it. After all, with these things, it will be convenient for surgery in the future..."

although Wu Dahu doesn't understand what "operation" means, it doesn't prevent him from comforting song QingHan: "if you want it, you can do it later Maybe you can make more money out of them. "

After they came out of the iron shop, they were stopped by three yamen servants who came face to face.

"But Wu Dahu, song QingHan husband?" frowned the white faced man

Wu Da Hu general song QingHan blocked behind him and said, "yes."

"Then come with us."

The three scattered around Wu Dahu and looked at them fiercely. It seemed that if they dared to show a trace of resistance, they were ready to start directly.

Wu Dahu and song QingHan look at each other and see the doubts in each other's eyes.

Song QingHan lowered his voice and said, "is it because of xiangtiange and meixilin?"

Wu Dahu thought for a moment, patted his hand, and comforted him as he walked forward: "probably, let's go and have a look."

But even though he said so, he didn't think so.

If it is really because of Xiang Tiange and meixilin, these yamen servants should have come to look for them yesterday. They should not postpone to today, but also treat them with an attitude of escorting prisoners.

Fortunately, the Yamen was close to each other, and they walked in after a short time.

When he saw a corpse lying in the hall, Wu Dahu frowned and felt worse in his heart.

He stopped and completely blocked song QingHan behind him. He asked, "I don't know if you will call me here. What's the matter?"

The county magistrate clapped a startled tree, and said: "bold and obstinate, I don't salute you when I see you!"

Wu Dahu clenched his fist. Seeing that the Yamen servants around him were looking at them covetously, he finally knelt down slowly and said in a deep voice, "I'm coming to bed. I'm sorry for the inconvenience."

The county magistrate sneered and patted a startled tree. He said, "your husband Lang is the murderer of this case. Who kneels down if he doesn't?"

Song QingHan frowned tightly and said: "what case? What killer? "

As soon as his voice fell, the filial piety female man kneeling beside the body suddenly burst into tears and said, "my husband! Why did you go like this! How to leave me alone! The murderer has not confessed! You died unjustly

Song QingHan sneered and interrupted, "can you make it clear to me? How did I become a murderer? I'm a pregnant man. You're a big man like your husband? ""Your honor, I have already said the cause and effect. Please judge me!" she sobbed

The magistrate raised his eyelids and looked at Song QingHan. A cold light flashed in his eyes. He sneered and said, "but did you sell the so-called seasoning in front of the butcher's shop?"

Although song QingHan did not understand, he still admitted: "yes, not only sold, but also sold to no less than 300 people."

The reason why he said this was to stop the county magistrate.

If the county magistrate wants to say that the seasoning killed the man on the ground, he has to prove why the other 200 people are OK.

Although the county magistrate stopped for a moment, he immediately said, "in the seasoning you sell, there is a spice which is very similar to the most poisonous" eight step pour ". In the seasoning sold to this person on that day, it was mixed with one eight step pour! I have sent you to make a test. It was because he ate eight steps that he died of poisoning. You said, you are not the murderer, who is the murderer? "

Song QingHan was very angry and laughed. He said in a cold voice, "as a county magistrate, you beat me as a murderer without saying anything. Where are the laws and regulations?"

Before the magistrate got angry, he continued: "how can you be sure that I sold the eight steps to this man? There are no less than three sources of eight steps that I can think of. "

"First of all, he saw that eight steps down and my seasoning in the star anise looks very similar, so he picked it back, mixed with seasoning to cook together, and after eating, he died of poisoning."

"Second, some people have a deep resentment with him. Seeing that he bought the seasoning, he deliberately went to his house and put eight steps into the seasoning. In this way, he not only harmed others, but also had no suspicion."

"Third, it was his husband who deliberately tricked him into eating eight steps and then put the blame on me and fabricated a series of lies."

Dai Xiao's eyes widened, she kept waving her hands, and said in a flustered way, "it's not me. It's not me, my Lord. He's talking nonsense!"

Song QingHan did not look at him, only looked at the county magistrate, slowly said: "dare to ask the county magistrate, how to exclude these suspects?"

The county magistrate was flustered and angry in his heart. He raised his hand, clapped the startled tree and said, "this man is not a fool. How can he harm himself? His comments among his relatives and friends are always good, no one will harm him! As for his husband, what is the advantage of poisoning his husband? "

Song QingHan suddenly laughed and said, "so the county magistrate thinks I'm a fool, and I'm going to make a mistake? This person is dead, who will say bad things about him. Isn't it obvious that he is the murderer? What's more, how do you know there's no good in poisoning him? Maybe it's money, maybe it's new love, maybe it's freedom, everything is possible, isn't it? "

Seeing that his words were refuted one by one, the poor magistrate got up from his seat and roared: "punish me! I don't believe you don't plead guilty today! "

After receiving the order, the Yamen servants seized song QingHan's hand and did not treat him as a pregnant man at all. They acted as if they were grasping a sack.

"Stop it! I plead guilty

Wu Dahu rescued song QingHan from the Yamen and looked at the county magistrate with heavy eyes.

The county magistrate didn't seem to respond and asked, "what are you guilty of?"

Song QingHan knows what Wu Dahu wants to do. He can't help but hold his arm tightly and shake his head.

Wu Dahu seems to have not seen song QingHan's action, word by word: "I pleaded guilty and killed this man."

The magistrate sat down again, patted the startled trees, and said, "the seasoning is not what you sell. What do you confess to?"

After receiving the county magistrate's eyes, Dai Xiao's female male suddenly nodded, pointed to song QingHan and said, "yes, yes, he sold it! It's the one with a big belly

Wu Dahu glanced at the filial piety female man and said, "I picked the things. What's the relationship with the seller? According to what you said, I was wrong when I picked it, and naturally it was me, not my husband, who was guilty. "

The man was frightened by the cold light in Wu Dahu's eyes, and he shrank his head and did not dare to refute.

Seeing that things were developing in an unforeseen direction, the magistrate frowned and said, "are you sure you picked it? Your husband wasn't involved? You know, it's a death penalty. Do you want to carry it on your own? "

When Wu Dahu saw the magistrate, he was full of hints, and his face was light: "no matter it's a crime of death or a crime of life, you'd like to punish me. It has nothing to do with my husband. If someone is not satisfied, tell him that no matter whether I am a person or a ghost, I will not let him go."

Seeing that he said so plainly, the county magistrate was shocked by his ugly face and ruled: "take Wu Dahu down and put him in prison!"

Song QingHan had already burst into tears and couldn't even speak.

As soon as his hand was loose, Wu Dahu put his hand down slowly and told him in a low voice: "when you go back, clean up and then move away. Doctor Luo is kind, and he will probably take you in. After the production is finished, whether you want to stay here or leave, you can do whatever you want."