A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

by Usui Takumii

not mine, punky underline fujoshi, wattpad.

2. 11 to 20

The next morning, Song Qinghan got up together with Wu Dahu and headed to the back mountain.

It was a back mountain misty and cloudy, with a sense of creepy coldness.

They found that the place where they dug the Chinese yam left a bald area, however, it was quite smart for Wu Dahu not to dig all of them out but kept some under the ground, aiming to get another harvest next year.

Due to the bald area, the vegetation downhill could been seen clearly from some angles.

Song Qinghan stared at that corner and suddenly shouted, "Dahu, go pick that fruit for me."

It wasn't a kind of easy task for Song Qinghan to go downhill, so he would prefer to ask him to do so. And Wu Dahu complaisantly went over to pick a fruit in a bluish yellow color and then delivered it to Song Qinghan.

Staring at the appearance of Song Qinghan, he couldn't help but remind, warning, "We got a name of it here – 'sweet-to-death'. Being called that name, it is edible, but you will get a sense of paralysis on your tongue after tasting it. So I will assume to have just a lick if you get yourself in an extreme starvation. But no one would really take a risk of that."

However, Song Qinghan didn't even wait until Wu Dahu finished his explains, he tore the fruit apart and licked one piece of them.

Seeing that, Wu Dahu grabbed the fruit over and looked at his lips nervously, asking, "Are you alright? How about your tongue? Let me check it out!"

Song Qinghan opened his mouth and put his tongue out, saying with a teasing tone, "It's not a big deal, I just lick it a bit."

Wu Dahu sighed with relief hearing that and noticing there was nothing bad emerged, but in the next seconds, his sight fell on the juicy and pink lips of Song Qinghan for a while.

Song Qinghan didn't notice his sight. He just pouted and nodded satisfactorily, "That's it. Take all these fruits!"

Wu Dahu took a pause at the moment. He got no words to say eventually, but walked over again and picked all those bluish yellow fruits.

"Han…" said Wu Dahu as he was picking the fruits.

At the same time, Song Qinghan was carefully searching other places. But he turned over his head after hearing the voice of Wu Dahu, asking, "What happened?"

It seemed that Wu Dahu took a quite long while for a hesitation and organized his words, and then the man asked after some seconds, "How do you know that these fruits are edible? And the 'itch stick' and those 'piercing balls'?"

Song Qinghan was tight in his mind, not considering that Wu Dahu would notice the details.

It could be blamed for the memory loss for not recognizing these stuff, but as for the edible things, how could he make an excuse?

Wu Dahu glanced at him and saw his grave look, suddenly he lowered his head and whispered, "Actually some parts of your memories have been carried back, right? Did you learn these from the town?"

Grabbing the chance, Song Qinghan hurriedly nodded and said, "Right, you're right. I did get some of my memories back and I have seen these things in books before, so I recognized them when I saw them!"

Hearing his reply, Wu Dahu showed a look of "AS EXPECTED". Suddenly, he stopped picking the fruit and avoided their eyes contact and asked carefully, "Then when all your memories come back, will you…will you resent me as before?"

Song Qinghan was stunned, and he said vaguely, "It shouldn't be. What's the point of that?"

He didn't dare to look at Wu Dahu because of his guilty conscience, so he didn't notice the sadness in Wu Dahu's eyes.

Well, it was true. It would be nothing to nurse a grudge. Moreover, what's done was done. Song Qinghan got only two choices now facing him, the first was to live with Wu Dahu, and the second was to beg for Lin Dafu. There would not be a third one.

The two were silent for a while, but it was Wu Dahu to break the subtle yet awkward atmosphere, he asked, "What are the names of these fruits? Are they the same as the cherokee rose?

Song Qinghan sighed with relief, nodded and said in a soft voice, "This is fructus momordicae, a kind of medicinal material that is used to soak in water and for people to drink. It can clear heat and cool blood, mitigate the symptom of coughing and it is a kind of material to improve one's look."

After hearing this, Wu Dahu asked in his confusion, "Then why does it cause people a sense of paralysis on tongue. Isn't that a feeling when one is poisoned?"

Song Qinghan recalled how the residents here judged about Chinese yam, he explained with a laughter, "Well, a symptom of paralysis is indeed the common reaction of being poisoned. Some vegetation use poisonous materials to protect themselves, for instance, the mucus of the outer layer of Chinese yam. But as long as you can get the poisonous materials off them, they will be something treasure."

"And the fructus momordicae." said Song Qinghan, as he raised the fructus momordicae in his hands, then continued to explain with a smile, "For another example, they aren't poisonous themselves causing people paralyzed. It's purely because the sugar content of it is higher than the standard. If you eat it directly, the high content of the sugar will stimulate your tongue and cause a delusion of paralysis."

"But if we know how to clean the fructus momordicae off before we intake it, it will be another treasure for us." concluded Song Qinghan.

Wu Dahu nodded, with confusion still lingering in his mind. It would be only him to know that how many he acknowledged the vegetation stuff. At this very moment, what mattered and caught his attention was the look of Song Qinghan, the man with delicate appearance when he was explaining.

After Wu Dahu picked up more than half of the basket of fructus momordicae. These two continued to walk ahead, pushing the branches away and going forward.

After walking for a while, Wu Dahu suddenly stopped. He picked something up and then turned around and put the thing into Song Qinghan's hands, saying with a smile, "I know this is kind of an attractive one for femina males."

Looking at the eight-horned green plant in his palm, Song Qinghan subconsciously asked, "Is this a succulent plant?"

Wu Dahu thought that he probably would have discovered another novelty, so he told Song Qinghan what he knew right away, saying, "It gives you a taste of sweetness when you take a first bite, but later you will get your throat spicy as if it is burning inside, and at that time you have to intake bunch of water to relieve the pain."

Song Qinghan pinched the little plant in a meatball shape, and then tore it apart and sniffed.

"Ah, it is illicium verum!" He suddenly figured out.

Seeing that Song Qinghan had found something new again, Wu Dahu hurriedly asked, "What is it now? What's the benefits of the illicium verum? Shall we take some home?"1

Song Qinghan nodded. He remembered that Wu Dahu had once mentioned that people here didn't know the seasoning stuff, saying, "Bring some back. I'll let you try first. If you aren't used to eating with it, it will be no use."

He knew that it was very difficult to change a person's bias on food which was cultivated from his childhood. It was fine to change the taste with garlic or onions, but as for the illicium verum, coming with a strong flavor itself, not everyone was a fan of it.

Seeing that Song Qinghan was not as happy as just now, Wu Dahu felt a little upset. He picked a few illicium verum and continued walking forward.

After an hour of discovering, Wu Dahu estimated that Song Qinghan wasn't able to sustain to walk over his ailing physical strength, so he decided to go back home.

Just as he turned his head, he noticed a huge and ball-shaped object on a big tree.

"A honeycomb?!" Shouted Wu Dahu, with a tone of surprise and cheer.

Song Qinghan followed his gaze and looked at the big tree. There was indeed a basketball-sized honeycomb in the middle of the tree, and there were a few scattered bees flying around, in and out of the hive.

Wu Dahu put down the basket, raised his head and said to Song Qinghan, "Wait for me here. I'll take the hive off."

Song Qinghan was so shocked that he grabbed Wu Dahu's arm and stopped him, saying, "It's too dangerous. With so many bees, you will be stung to death!"

Seeing that he was making such a fuss, Wu Dahu stretched out to pat on Song Qinghan's hands and comforted him, saying, "Don't worry. I have been doing this since I was a child. There won't be any problems."2

Song Qinghan was frightened as he watched Wu Dahu searching some branches for tool on the ground. In his imagination of fighting against the wild nature, he wondered whether he should run first for self-protection or stay for his loyalty.

After preparing the incineration ingredients, Wu Dahu made a confirm on the wind direction and then he smiled, saying, "It's appropriate now. If you are afraid of this, hide in the bushes. If the bees didn't recognize your scent in advance, they won't chase you up."

If Wu Dahu didn't even mention it, Song Qinghan would really plan to find a place to hide. But as soon as he said this so, it arose the inner masculinity of Song Qinghan. Song Qinghan widened his eyes and said, "Who's afraid? How can I be afraid since you are not?! Anyway, worry about yourself because you're most close to them, I will stand here, for teasing you up."

Ah-ah, a fierce of mien but faint of heart! Wu Dahu could obviously see it through what Song Qinghan said, although it was kind of unpleasant to hear. However, Wu Dahu found him somehow adorable, he would love to pinch the cute face of Song Qinghan fuming with anger.

Seeing that if he didn't take action right now, Song Qinghan would be trembling on his legs. Wu Dahu took out a fire-stone and ignited the pine tree branches and then he used the praying leaves to gently fan, blowing the dense smoke towards the hive.

Although Song Qinghan had heard of the principle that someone could use smoke to drive away the bees, but this was the first time he saw it in reality. He stood there stationary and wait quietly for the consequence.

A fit of thick smoke was poured into the hive, the bees inside fled in drove. They flew down tracing the wind and disappeared soon.

After waiting for half an hour, Wu Dahu quickly climbed up the tree, took off the hive and slipped down from the trunk.

The series of smooth action shocked Song Qinghan, and make him widen eyes, it seemed that it was the first time for him to know Wu Dahu.

Wu Dahu walked over with the hive in his arms. His face was full of pride that Song Qinghan had never seen before, as if he was trying to verify the unnecessary of Song Qinghan's worry.

He turned his head to look at the pine branch that was about to burn to the end, then carried the basket up and said to Song Qinghan, "Let's leave this place as soon as possible. Otherwise, we'll be stung by the bees coming back."

Song Qinghan regained his wits, nodded subconsciously and followed him back home.

On the way back, Song Qinghan looked at the hive frequently, as if he was still immersed in the scene just now. He asked in his confusion, "The hive is quite easy to be picked, won't they come here to build their nest again?"

Wu Dahu was in a daze, he didn't expect that Song Qinghan would worry about the fate of the bees. He said with a teasing tone, "They can build their nest very quick. It will only take several hours to build up one as the same size of this. Don't worry about them being homeless."

Song Qinghan glanced at him strangely and muttered, "I'm not worried that they are homeless. I'm worried that there will be no honeycombs in the future for us to pick."

Wu Dahu came to his senses and laughed, patting the hive in his hand and saying, "Don't worry. Once this one is empty, I'll come back in the mountain to search for another one. Anyway, they won't be able to run out of the mountain."

Hearing this, Song Qinghan turned to look at the dense forest and asked curiously, "How big is this mountain? It seems that it gets no boundary at all. Will there exist tigers?"

Wu Dahu then turned his head and stared at the boundless forest, he sighed in an exclamation, saying, "I have no idea how big the mountain is, but as for tiger… there must exist some."

Song Qinghan was shocked and asked, "Have you seen any before?"

Wu Dahu shook his head, looking somewhat reminisced. And then he uttered in a sad tone, "My dad used to kill one tiger here before. And that date was the day when I was born, that's why I got my name 'Dahu'." (Hu represents TIGER in Chinese)1

Noticing that Wu Dahu wasn't willing to be sunk into the memories, Song Qinghan shut his mouth and asked nothing.

Actually, he was also a little curious about Wu Dahu's background. When people in the village insulted him, they would also verbally abuse his femina dad. He didn't know why people would judge his femina dad as a man of "EASY VIRTUE".

However, he hadn't yet got a good relationship with Wu Dahu right now that he could asked something raking up his unmentionable past. If he did so, there would probably be a dreadful cold war waiting for them.

Disorder conjectures had long occurred to Song Qinghan along the way. Only noticed that Wu Dahu took a pause all of a sudden did he found arriving at home.

Wu Dahu went to clean the hive while Song Qinghan washed the illicium verums and put them in a corner of the yard after having drained the water, waiting for the sun to dry.

After finishing the illicium verums, he took out a fresh fructus momordicae, cut it in half, and put them in the pot and boiled them with water, later he poured the finished tea into a bowl to cool down.3

By the time he brought the tea to Wu Dahu, Wu Dahu had already finished cleaning up the hive.

The tea made of fructus momordicae delivered an attractive fragrant, Wu Dahu didn't even hesitate to drink all. His eyes lit up and he praised, saying, "It really quenches my thirst!"

Song Qinghan sipped his tea with a smile, he got so delighted hearing the words from Wu Dahu, as if he got praised from him.

Finishing the tea, he looked down at the floor subconsciously and found some big and fat white worms wriggling right in the bowl. He couldn't help but get frightened and hide behind Wu Dahu and screamed, shouting, "Bee pupa!"

Wu Dahu carefully guarded his waist and said surprisingly, "Didn't you know what it is? Why are you still afraid of it?

Song Qinghan coughed dryly but then he tried to hide the emotion up and said, "I didn't say I am afraid of it? I was just a bit surprised, NOT AFRAID!"

Although he said so, he still avoided his sight falling on the direction of the bee pupa, it seemed that it came from an innate fear for him about that white bug.

He could stay calm when he faced with bloody internal organs and even the cranial organs with white and red. However, what made him uncomfortable was to let him face with all kinds of wriggling bugs and worms.

Wu Dahu smiled and didn't retort, but he took a plank from the side, covered the bowl with the bees pupa, and said patiently, "Now it's done. Come out and see something else."

Song Qinghan carefully turned his head and saw that there were no white bugs in his field of vision, he finally sighed with relief. He walked out from the behind of Wu Dahu and continued to make another research.

"Is this… bee wax?" asked Song Qinghan, as he pinched the yellow black hard piece that looked similar to the honeycombs and asked tentatively.

Wu Dahu nodded and explained, saying, "This one isn't edible, but it can be applied to the woods as long as it melts, in case cracking in the winter."

Well, finally this was beyond Song Qinghan's recognition. He nodded thoughtfully and exchanged the information he knew to Wu Dahu, saying, "And yet it is not a bad idea to paste it on the wounds. It helps the skin recovery and pain mitigation."

Wu Dahu glanced at the wax in surprise and said slowly, "Oh really? Then it also possesses a medical function. Now we won't pay for ointment any more."

Song Qinghan shifted his eyesight away and was immediately attracted by the big bowl of the unprocessed honey. He couldn't help slipping his throat and swallowing, "Is that edible?"

Of course it was edible, he asked while knowing the answer, he was just eager to taste…

Wu Dahu picked up a piece of the unprocessed honey and put it in Song Qinghan's hand, saying with a smile, "Take it and eat it. You must be starved since you've got a busy morning so far."

Song Qinghan took the unprocessed honey and was about to stuff it into his mouth. But then he rolled his eyes and thought for a second, broke the honey into two pieces and delivered half of it to Wu Dahu. He then said with his lips pouted, "Here, this piece is for you. It's good stuff, which will surely grow the strength for you."

He guessed that Wu Dahu was not willing to take the other part, so he thought that it was the only way to force him to take. In this way, Wu Dahu wouldn't reluctant.

But what he didn't expect was that Wu Dahu still didn't want to take the half honey in his hand. He just waved his hand and frowned, saying, "I don't like any food with sweetness. And this one is too sweet."

After speaking, he intentionally walked into the kitchen and said in a soft voice, "Actually, I do prefer to drink the tea made of fructus momordicae, it drives thirst out."

Song Qinghan gritted a mouthful of the unprocessed honey, with a rage for the man's reluctance. But the first bite gave him full satisfaction, with mouthful taste of sweetness stimulating every taste buds in his mouth. The honey slide into the stomach through his throat, delivering him a full happiness with great appetite.

After eating the half of the unprocessed honey in his hand, he raised his head and glanced at the kitchen. Seeing Wu Dahu secretly looking at him, he got amused. He intentionally frowned and said on purpose, "Eww, it is weird. It gets a strange taste of the honey, I got a stomachache right now, isn't it a bad one?"

Hearing this, Wu Dahu quickly put down the bowl in his hand and rushed over and supported Song Qinghan by his waist, he checked Song Qinghan's expression carefully and asked with a frown, "Stomachache? It shouldn't be, it is a kind of fresh one, I just took it from the honeycomb. Did you get a cold from last night sleep? "

Seeing that he didn't believe him, Song Qinghan's face got sullen. He stuffed the other piece of the unprocessed honey into his hand and said with a rage, "Check it out yourself, or you will say that I'm lying to you. I didn't get a cold or something!"

An expression of hesitation emerged in Wu Dahu's face all of a sudden since the order made from Song Qinghan, but he then put the other piece of the unprocessed honey into his mouth in a few seconds, and then said with doubt, "It's nothing bad. Let's go find a doctor and see what's going on."

Song Qinghan suddenly laughed while touching his belly, saying, "Ah, maybe I got something wrong. I get no stomachache, it is just because I am fed up. It's fine now. There's no need to find a doctor! "

After saying that, he pointed to the rest of the unprocessed honey and said, "Are you going to sell these? It should be quite valuable, right? "

Wu Dahu answered hesitantly, "I won't sell it. I'll keep it for you. It's kind of a rare stuff."

Song Qinghan looked around and said, "Then you have nothing to sell now?"

Wu Dahu nodded and said honestly, "I'll go to the fields and plant the crops later. If I have time, I'll go back to the mountains and go for a sell tomorrow."

It seemed that there was nothing he could do. So Song Qinghan nodded. Just as he was about to tell him he was going to the arable field with him, a sound of knocking was hit up on the door of the yard.

Wu Dahu slightly frown and stared at the man outside after he opened the door, asking, "Laifu, why are you here?"1

Song Qinghan couldn't help but curl his lips when he saw that the so-called Laifu was exactly Zhuer's husband.

He got his attention on the operation yesterday, so he didn't care much about what the family members of Laifu judged about. But since he recalled what they had described about him, an unknown rage came out of nowhere.

He was kind enough to save people, but what upset him the most was that the man in front of him now once require him to get killed as a burial sacrifice. It was already rather impolite of them not thanking him after the operation, but they still insulted and mocked at him. That was unforgivable.

Laifu seemed to recognize the embarrassing situation right now. He lowered his head awkwardly, and then stuffed the thing into Wu Dahu's hand and said with a tone of appology, "It was all our fault to misunderstand both of you. We feel so sorry and guilty. Zhuer had told us everything. Thanks to your husband, he is getting better now. I hope you can accept this present, it's all about our gratitude!"

Wu Dahu didn't express his acceptance nor refusal to the present, holding the stuff and standing there. He turned his head to look at Song Qinghan and saw him nod, then he turned back and said, "Fine. Then we'll take it."

Seeing Laifu's eyes fluttering and showing no signs of leaving, Wu Dahu asked with amusement, "You've got something else to say?"

Laifu nodded hurriedly and hesitated to look at Song Qinghan, and then he uttered in a loud voice, "My husband said his belly is a little itchy. He always wants to go catch the spot, that's my point, Doctor Song, what should I do?"

A serious expression emerged on the face of Song Qinghan after he heard the news. He took a few steps forward, stood in front of Laifu and asked for details, saying, "Can you describe what the degree of the feeling of itch? Was it because of the naturally grown flesh or the rotted wound? Did the wound get an approach to water? Or did it approach to any dirty stuff?"

Laifu suddenly got a messed brain hearing the series question from Song Qinghan. He said with a grumbling tone, "It… it should be the rotted wound. Yesterday, my femina dad noticed that Zhuer got blood on his belly. Considering it probably would dirty the new bedsheets, he wiped the blood out…"

Song Qinghan got his face sunk into another gloom. He said in a cold voice, "Didn't I tell you that he should stay away from the water? Are you trying to kill Zhuer?! "

Laifu was frightened hearing the seriousness of that, he waved his hand and said anxiously, "Of course not. How could I want to kill Zhuer? It was because my femina dad and other members did not care much about what you said… So please, Doctor Song, is it still possible for Zhuer to live? Please, help him!"

Noticing the sincere expression flowing out from Laifu's face, Song Qinghan showed more mildness.

It was reasonable. If such an impolite man didn't care about the life and death of Zhuer, he wouldn't say such words to let him die and be buried as a burial sacrifice yesterday.

Song Qinghan turned to look at Wu Dahu and said calmly, "I'll go with him to see Zhuer. You can go to the field now so as not to waste time. He will send me back, right?"

Seeing that Song Qinghan was looking at him, Laifu hurriedly nodded and promised Wu Dahu, saying, "Yes, right, right. I will send Doctor Song back later. Dahu, don't worry about him. Go and do your thing!"1

Seeing the two of them hurriedly walking towards the mansion of Laifu, Wu Dahu could only sigh and hide his worry himself in his mind. He went back to the yard and took out the tools, preparing to finish the farm work quickly. He wanted to bring him back on his own, but not others.

Song Qinghan followed behind Laifu into Zhuer's room. He saw that Zhuer was firmly grasping the sheets with every inch of his skin being bathed with sweats, and then he asked in a serious tone, "Are you alright? How bad is it?"

Seeing it was Song Qinghan, Zhuer felt relieved. He hurriedly nodded and said in a sobbing tone, "Yes, it's itchy. I really want to catch it. I'm feeling so bad now."

Song Qinghan took off the quilt. When he saw the yellow substance on the wound, he said sullenly, "The wound is actually festering. Go get the high degree liquor and get clean cotton!"

Seeing Song Qinghan's sullen face, Zhuer began to cry in grief. He said in a sorrow tone, "Doctor Song, am… am I going to die? I don't want to die. I endured so much pain to get over yesterday. I want to raise my baby together with my husband! "

Laifu's femina dad stood aside and grumbled with grievance, whispering, "If it wasn't him, how would Zhuer get a wound on his belly? This bastard wanted to kill you. Why did you ask him to come over?"6

Song Qinghan totally ignored the nonsense uttered by this old man full of old-fashioned ideas but carefully checked the extent of the wound on Zhuer's belly.

It was Zhuer who tried to say a word in retort protecting Song Qinghan, he shouted, "If it wasn't Doctor Song to cut a hole on my belly, I would have died together with my baby! I will never allow you to say such a word to insult him. Otherwise, I will make a suicide with Bao'er!"

Laifu's femina dad still grumbled standing there, but eventually he shut his mouth and left the room.3

Not long, Laifu came in with a bottle of high-degree liquor and clean cotton that had just been borrowed from neighbor. He felt rather strange that his femina dad wasn't in the room at the moment. However, he knew exactly how his femina dad would act and say, that he would say something unpleasant and vulgar. Thinking that his femina dad was best not staying here, he delivered the stuff to Song Qinghan and said nervously, "Doctor Song, here's the stuff."

Song Qinghan required Laifu to pour the liquor for dissolving his hands. After the process, he soaked the cotton with liquor and carefully wiped the outer margin of the wound using the cotton.

After wiping the outer margin of the wound, he took another piece of cotton and soaked it with the liquor and then quickly removed the pustules on Zhuer's wound and wiped them clean.

Seeing the wound instantly turn clean, Laifu sighed with relief and asked in a low voice, "Doctor Song, is it done?"

Hearing that, Song Qinghan sneered, raised his eyelids and continued to make an order, "Boil some water for me, add some salts in in a volume of a size of fingernail and bring it to me with the clean gauze!"

Laifu got more nervous hearing the orders, he hastily went out and acted according to what Song Qinghan's requirement.

Feeling much more comfortable after cleaning up the pustules, Zhuer came to his equanimity and expressed his sincere gratitude to Song Qinghan, saying, "Doctor Song, it's very kind of you. I owe you a life!"

When facing with his patient who was relieved from the pain, Song Qinghan always gained his kind expression, he patiently consoled the man in bed, saying, "You will be fine. Don't even mention a matter that you own me a life. Didn't you say you want to raise your Bao'er together with Laifu? Just wait for more few days until the wound gets recovered, you will be fine then."

Zhuer nodded hard, with a great smile showing on his face. He turned his head and rubbed Bao'er's hair, all the worries lingering in his mind dissipated.

"Water is coming! Water is coming!"

Holding a pot of boiling water in his right hand and a gauze in his left hand, Laifu rushed in frantically.

Song Qinghan took over the gauze and carefully wrapped around the wound of Zhuer. Then he asked Zhuer to leaned slightly to the other side to let his belly expose to the side of the outer bed, so that the vapor of the boiled water could steam directly his belly.

The hot steam seeped into the wound as soon as it met the gauze, it was rather comfortable for Zhuer under such a treatment.

Song Qinghan estimated the time of the hot water to cool down, then turned around and said, "That's not enough. Boil some more for me!"

He answered and ran out again as if he was totally obedient to Song Qinghan right now.

Until everything came to an order, Song Qinghan spoke to Zhuer, saying, "Your husband treat you not bad though."

Although in this ancient time and in this place, same-sex marriage was the natural order, the feudalism permeated everywhere, which was no difference compared to Song Qinghan's last life. It was a common phenomenon that femina males were lower down the pecking order than males, and that a male could marry several different femina males.

Another great smile showed up on Zhuer's countenance while he nodded slightly and looked at the door gently, "He is a good husband for me. It is my luck to marry such a man."

Song Qinghan refuted, saying, "Of course he got a reason to marry you, he married you because you're such a match for him. Maybe you've been viewed as a good fortune for him in his mind."

Zhuer was stunned hearing Song Qinghan's unique and brand-new thought about marriage, he turned his head to look at Song Qinghan, and then smile softly, saying, "Doctor Song, you've amazed me over your special point of view. You're such a good match to Dahu."

What Zhuer mentioned caught Song Qinghan's attention, he couldn't help but ask, "Well, why would you draw a conclusion like that? I've long noticed that Xiaoqing was rather enchanted by Dahu, they grew up together. Aren't they a better match? "

Song Qinghan began to be regret after questioning those silly questions.

What he just asked just now was apparently showing that he minded how Xiaoqing adored Wu Dahu. Besides, it might just be a casual remark for Zhuer. Wouldn't it be a disgrace to him if he asked this question?

In such consideration, he waved his hands, saying, "Ignore that. You don't need to answer."

However, Zhuer became more serious at that moment and pulled Song Qinghan's hand, which was totally out of Song Qinghan's expect, saying, "Although Dahu is quite silent in his daily life, he gets a high standard over his partner. In that case, Xiaoqing is just an ordinary femina male just like me. If he is such an extraordinary one and match Dahu's standard, they would have become a good couple. Let's just make it clear, if that happens, we are not going to chatter here today."

Song Qinghan touched his own face thoughtfully and laughed softly, saying, "Oh well, so he is a face-judger."

Although Zhuer didn't understand Song Qinghan's words, he still understood his actions and then said with a smile, "Do you think Dahu married you because of your beauty?"

It could tell from Song Qinghan's expression that he gave tacit consent to what Zhuer said, although he didn't say anything to agree with him.

Zhuer sighed and said earnestly, "Although Doctor Song's beauty is indeed one of the best within this area, if you look a little further, there are quite a few beauties like you. Moreover, Dahu is not in a hurry to get married. As long as he gains some reputation in the future, he will be a rather attractive man in this town."

His words were reasonable, it took a while for Song Qinghan to figure it out. He lowered his head to look at his belly and said helplessly, "Then it must be this little child down there."

"Are you saying that this child is Dahu's?" Zhuer gushed, with his wide-open.

Seeing Song Qinghan look at him, Zhuer hurriedly waved his hand and explained, saying, "I don't mean it in a bad way, but everyone doesn't know it…"

Fortunately, Laifu came back in time, and interrupted their awkward conversation.

He was sweating while changing the pot on his hand from the one on the ground. Noticing that Zhuer was getting better, he said happily, "Doctor Song, Zhuer looks much better right now. Do you need more boiled water?"

Song Qinghan waved his hand and said, "I've got enough now. From now on, you have to use clean gauze to wrap around the wound of the Zhuer, and boil two pots of boiled water like this to steam his wound for disinfection. After a week, if the wound gets no any other problem, you can stop the treatment and just wait for it to heal itself."

Laifu kept every single word from Song Qinghan in mind seriously. Seeing that Doctor Song was about to leave, he hurriedly said, "Doctor Song, I'll send you back."

Indeed, Song Qinghan thought that it wasn't a big deal to go back home himself, he said to Laifu, "It's OK, I'm fine with that. I will go visit Dahu in the field by my own."

But he still remembered the promise he had made to Wu Dahu. After having Zhuer rest at home, he ran out and escorted Song Qinghan to the field where Dahu stayed.

It was rather fast for Wu Dahu to finish his farm-work. It took not long for him to have the farmwork within an acre of field done.

When Song Qinghan arrived, he was preparing to plant a second hectare.

Since Laifu had done his mission, he waved his hand and smiled to them, saying, "Then I'll leave now. I will take Zhuer together to go visit you if he is all fine in the future!"

Wu Dahu nodded and walked over to pull and lead Song Qinghan to a tree. Seeing the thin layer of sweat on his forehead, he couldn't help asking, "It is hot outside now. Why don't you rest at home?"

Song Qinghan glanced at his man in front of him and noticed that he himself got sweat all over his face and body, but still helped him wipe the sweat off using handkerchief, he couldn't help but laugh, and pushed his hand away, then found a comfortable place on the ground and sit down, saying contentedly, "It's somehow a good idea to hang out sometimes, good for me, AND the baby, go ahead for your farm stuff, I will take care of myself."1

It was almost noon. Wu Dahu was not too hungry currently because he had eaten honey. He guessed that Song Qinghan should be the same, so he made up his mind and nodded then walked to the field and kept working.

Silence surged all around. Song Qinghan was half lying on the grass, narrowed his eyes to admire the muscles of Wu Dahu when he was working. He only felt that time was quiet yet at his ease, and it would be much better if there was no such a troublemaker in his belly.2

The baby in his belly probably heard what he had thought in his mind. Suddenly, the baby gave a kick on his belly, making him quite in a pain.

He lowered his head to look at his belly, poked his belly angrily and muttered to himself, "You'd better wait, little naughty! I will teach you a lesson as soon as you come out!"

After a while, he realized that he was a "MOTHER" in this current time, which should be gentle and kind. Thinking of that, he laid down whimpering, with a firm determination to play a role as a "Strict Father".

Seeing that he looked a little impatient, Wu Dahu hurriedly quickened his movements. It took only half an hour for him to plant the rest field.

When Wu Dahu wiped off the sweat and walked to Song Qinghan's side, he was surprised to find that he had fallen asleep.

He didn't know what he had dreamed of. Wu Dahu saw that Song Qinghan clenched his fists while he was in sleep, as if he wanted to fight with someone.

Later, Wu Dahu tied the tools behind his waist, held Song Qinghan up and walked home.

Some neighbors had already finished their lunch and hung out on the street, but when they saw the two, they began whispering again behind them.

"See? Dahu no longer cared about etiquette and insolence. He dares to make such intimate behavior with that bastard during daytime!"

"I don't think Dahu should be blamed for this. It's all faults of that femina male of "EASY VIRTUE". Do you notice that femina male closing his eyes? He must be pretending to!"1

"You bet, maybe they will directly lie down in bed and do something shameless as soon as they get home!"2

"No way. That female male is pregnant though!"

"Tsk tsk, look how ignorant you are! Who ever told you that once one is pregnant, he can't make some intimate behavior? It will be fine after three months of pregnancy!"1

"…"

Wu Dahu's hearing was rather good. These words were blown into his ears flowing with the wind. He frowned and looked in the direction of those gossiping people. He found that those people were the ones who insulted his femina dad. All of a sudden, an unknown rage came out of nowhere in his mind.

If this gossip kept diffusing, he probably would have to consider moving away.

But now…

He lowered his head to look at Song Qinghan, with a touch of gentleness flashing in his eyes.

Well, his husband was still in his pregnancy and couldn't bear with such a big movement.

After returning to his room, Wu Dahu carefully put Song Qinghan on the bed. Seeing that Song Qinghan showed no signs of awakening, he paused when he turned around. He stared at his pink lips for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head and gave him a kiss.9

This slight and gentle kiss wasn't last long. Wu Dahu raised his head with his face got red-rimmed. Seeing that Song Qinghan seemed to be about to wake up, he hurriedly walked out of the room.

When Wu Dahu didn't bring Song Qinghan up the mountain, he was a good hunter.

Before Song Qinghan woke up, he had already hunted and brought back a wild roe deer .

This roe deer weighed five kilograms, enough for them to eat for a while.

He cut off the most tender part of the roe deer's flesh and strung them with bamboo slips, and put them on fire.

When the meat was about to be roasted, he sprinkled a little bit of ginger slice and chopped green onions. Combining with these two ingredients, the meat gave off a seductive odor.

Song Qinghan got up following the odor and coincidentally met Wu Dahu.

Staring at Song Qinghan's lips, Wu Dahu somehow felt a bit guilty. He coughed dryly and handed the bowl over, saying calmly, "I have roasted the meat for you."

It should be all blamed to the honey which arose his desire for the spicy and hot flavor as an after-effect. So as soon as he saw the meat, nothing could stop him picking up the strings of meat and eating.

Seeing that Song Qinghan was looking at him, Wu Dahu reached out and took a string of meat, having it slowly.

Song Qinghan was straved, he was focus on the food and didn't even notice that Wu Dahu didn't finish one after he finished five.

It was not until the tenth string that Song Qinghan swept away the hunger and then asked in his curiosity, saying, "What meat is this? The meat is so fresh and tender."

Before the answer uttered from Wu Dahu, it was beef which fist came to Song Qinghan's mind. However, in this ancient time, the cattle was used only for tilting but not for food. In that guess, he excluded the answer.

Wu Dahu didn't say anything. But he directly led Song Qinghan into the kitchen and pointed at the unprocessed flesh, saying, "A wild roe deer, it's a big one. There's no need to buy any meat these days."

Song Qinghan's eyes lit up. He couldn't help but show his excitement, but later another realistic problem occurred, he asked considering the storing issue, "If we just set it here, won't it be rotten?"

After thinking for a while, Wu Dahu asked tentatively, "Then we take it for sale?"

Although Song Qinghan was also eager for money, he wouldn't want to sell these stuffs for which Wu Dahu indefatigably strove. Instead, he would prefer to trade something easy-to-acquire.

Wu Dahu came to a silence for a while noticing that Song Qinghan didn't react and rolled up his sleeves, preparing to chop off the rest of the flesh.

Song Qinghan stopped him and asked, "What are you gonna do? We won't be able to have these all tonight."

Wu Dahu posted a gesture to show his confidence about what he was going to do, saying, "I'm going to make it into dried meat. It will be soft to cook when we want to eat. Moreover, it can be stored for a quite long time. Don't worry about it."

Hearing that, Song Qinghan finally calmed down. He suddenly recalled the illicium verums he had air-cured outside, and then he suggested, saying, "Let's add some spices to salt. It will be more delicious."

By saying that, he walked out and put away the dried illicium verums and put them into a big bowl together with garlic, onion and ginger, which Wu Dahu had taken back previously.

Wu Dahu looked at the seasonings with some embarrassment and said hesitantly, saying, "You should turn over the grilled meat nonstop. How can we deal with these? Put them on the meat directly? It would be easy for the small-sized ones, but it would be more troublesome when it applies to bigger sizes

Song Qinghan waved his hand and rolled up his sleeves, saying, "Let me show you how!"

He washed his hands and chopped garlic, onion and ginger into pieces respectively, then heated up the pan, added oil, and put the seasoning together with the illicium verums, fried them till they gave off a fit of savor. Later he added water and waited for its boiling.

After the water boiled, he picked a piece of meat which Wu Dahu had cut and put it into the soup.

Not long, the color of the soup occupied quickly and possessed the whole surface of the meat. When the meat was still a little tough, Song Qinghan took it out.

Then it would be Wu Dahu's turn to deal with the rest of the process. He placed the cooked meat on the fire and quickly roasted it to dry meat.

The roasted dried meat still gave off the scent of seasoning, which was rather tempting.

Wu Dahu slid his throat and the meat in front made his mouth water.

Noticing the look on his face, Song Qinghan couldn't help laughing, saying, "Have a try if you want to, and let's see if you can bear with the flavor of illicium verums or not."2

Hearing his words, Wu Dahu was intrigued. He slowly tore off a piece of meat from the dried one and put it into his mouth.

He chewed slowly, as if he wouldn't let go any details of the flavor of the dried meat in his mouth.

Song Qinghan noticed an unchanged expression showing on Wu Dahu's face, he somehow felt a bit nervous, and then hurriedly asked, "Is it not your match?"

Wu Dahu didn't say anything. After thinking for a while, he tore off another piece of meat and put it into his mouth. Again chewing for a while, he frowned a bit.

It boded ill for Song Qinghan seeing that Wu Dahu still kept his silence after the second bite.

Most likely, Wu Dahu didn't able to adapt to the pungent flavor of the illicium verums.

"OMG, It TASTES SO GOOD!" gushed Wu Dahu.9

Well, Song Qinghan finally got a reaction from Wu Dahu after the latter one tasted the meat for twice. Yet the sentence uttered from Wu Dahu shocked him a bit.

He even thought that he had misunderstood what Wu Dahu said, and asked back in doubt, asking doubtfully, "You mean it's delicious?"

Wu Dahu nodded in his intoxication, and still lost in the flavor of the dried meat. Rapaciously staring at the meat, he got his eyes bright and longing.

"Yes, it's so delicious. It is the wild roe deer same as the usual ones. But this one is much more delicious than I ever made before." exclaimed Wu Dahu.

He tore off another piece of the meat again and put it into his mouth, the meat seemed to possess an unknown magic for him.

What he reacted right away conveyed Song Qinghan better. Seeing that those seasoning matched Wu Dahu's taste, Song Qinghan got relieved all of a sudden.

After Wu Dahu finished eating, Song Qinghan finally spoke out what he thought.

"So, if we plan to sell these seasonings… do you think it will work?"

Wu Dahu touched his belly with a big satisfaction and finally restrained himself and stopped himself eating the rest of the meat.

After hearing Song Qinghan's words, he pondered for a moment and said in hesitation, saying, "It would be a good idea to sell these, but you need to convey people that these stuffs are a treasure for making food. Otherwise, we will gain no costumer. After all, the seasoning is only an ingredient for meat. If its flavor is beyond the folk's expectation, it probably will destroy their meal."

Song Qinghan also had considered this point, so he continued to speak out his opinion, saying, "What about this? Let's make a meal of the meat adding these seasonings. We set a section of free sample of tasting, if they are fine with it, it will be our chance to sell it. If not, we won't."

"A free sample of tasting?" asked Wu Dahu, he had never heard of the word, but he could roughly guess the meaning of it. He hesitated but asked, "You mean, we will give them a try to have a taste for free?"

Song Qinghan nodded and stretched out his hand to draw a general width, explaining, "We split the meat into such a small one, and we allow each person to taste only once."

Wu Dahu nodded thoughtfully and said in his agreement, "This method is feasible. I'm afraid it will be a pity if those who don't want to purchase rush to taste, while those who would love to buy get no chance."

That was totally a big alert to Song Qinghan. After all, in his original modern world, a FREE SAMPLE activity was always set in the area within supermarket. People who went to have a free sample taste were actually purchasers able to pay. If they were placed on the street, it was likely that the effect of the FREE SAMPLE would not be so good.

Fortunately, it was not difficult for him. He pondered for a moment and said, "Then we'll set the place to the meat shop. What do you say?"

Hearing this, Wu Dahu thought about it carefully and said in agreement, "Marvellous. People who can afford meat will be able to buy our seasonings. Those who don't even want to buy the seasonings will probably not go to the meat shop."

Since they reached the agreement, they started to plan the recent agenda in few days: hunting, collecting condiments, making seasonings, producing dried meat, and then heading to the bazaar for their first FREE SAMPLE try.1

While it was kind of leisure in the afternoon, Wu Dahu went out again. He found traces of the Chinese yam somewhere and came back with a bag of fresh yams.

When Song Qinghan went to fetch fructus momordicae, he noticed a bundle brought from Laifu. He opened the bundle with curiosity, only to find two living bunnies. Maybe it was because they were caved in such a dark and limited environment, they got somehow retarded in action, yet rather adorable.

However, Song Qinghan was not a female after all. The first reaction occurred when he saw a living rabbit was not about their appearances, but… Alright, they were the fresh and living meats.8

He shouted at Wu Dahu, "Dahu! We've got rabbits!"

Hearing this, Wu Dahu hurriedly took a pause at his work currently and walked over. When he saw the two white rabbits, he smiled and said, "They are the pets Laifu sent to you. I'll make a nest for them later so that you can put them in the room to tease."

Song Qinghan widened his eyes and said incredulously, "What? The pets? We are not going to eat them? Didn't you also catch some wild hares last time?"5

Wu Dahu was surprised hearing his questions, he then said in hesitation, "These are actually a kind of household bunnies which are used to accompany with femina males, they are a far cry from those wild hares."

Song Qinghan looked at him with a meaning of rebuke, while pinching the ears of one of the rabbits and lifted it up, as if he was weighing it. He said in disdain, "Well, it gets some weight though, it would be worthy to be eaten than to be a pet."

Seeing the appearance on Song Qinghan's face was sincere, Wu Dahu said with amusement, "Okay, then I will kill these two rabbits for meal tonight."2

Just as Song Qinghan was about to nod and show his agreement, he suddenly noticed the genders of these two rabbits and said with surprise, "Ah-ah, a male rabbit and a female rabbit?"

Wu Dahu took a look at them and confirmed, saying, "You're right, they are rabbits with different genders."

Song Qinghan immediately changed his mind and said excitedly, "Then we can raise them, and as long as they give birth to their next generation, we will get more meats!"3

Seeing his excitement, Wu Dahu seemed to have some warnings he wanted to say, but he still nodded obediently to Song Qinghan's decision.

If other femina males saw that he raised household rabbits for eating, they would probably condemn him over that.

However, they got their lives a privacy, who would know the fact if they closed their doors?

Wu Dahu picked a rattan from outside and sat in the courtyard patiently weaving something.

Seeing a basket shaped object slowly take its shape through Wu Dahu's hands, Song Qinghan showed his admiration to his man, saying, "You're such a excellent idea generator. I still keep that little basket you made last time."

Wu Dahu glanced at him with a smile and said casually, "Why are you still keeping it? It's just a worthless novelty. I will make you another one if you want. "

Song Qinghan shook his head, with an inexplicable emotion flashing in his eyes. He said slowly, "It is not about the next time, I will keep everything you give me."3

He knew that Wu Dahu devoted himself every time when he made a craft, which consumed his time and strength. Although they were not valuable, they were incomparably precious. No matter if they were together in the future, he would be willing to keep these things as a treasure. They somehow could be a form of memorizing stuffs.

Being infected by his serious emotions, Wu Dahu paused for a moment and said in a low voice, "Since you like it, I'll make you one worth collecting next time."

3

After half an hour, a cage in rectangle shape featuring one meter long showed up in Wu Dahu's hands.

Song Qinghan went to find some soft grass and set them in the cage. Then he looked around at the yard and not long a cluster of firewood captured his attention.

It suddenly occurred to him that he could place the firewood on the cage. In that case, with the blockade of the firewood, these two rabbits wouldn't get wet even in a shower day.

He held the two rabbits and put them into the cage. Then he dropped some vegetables in and closed the gate of the cage.

It was night when he finished dealing with the rabbit stuffs. They made a soup using the dried meat. Along with some rice, they finished their dinner. And then went to sleep.

The next morning, they walked into the back mountain together again.

In front of the illicium verums tree, Wu Dahu asked Song Qinghan to stay and pick the fruits at his own tempo, while he took him as a circle range and explored the prey out.

At noon, Wu Dahu came back with two wild chickens and a wild hare.

In the meantime, Song Qinghan had also already picked a full basket of illicium verums, and he let Wu Dahu to help carry the basket, then the two together headed downwards the mountain.

When they got home, Wu Dahu went to deal with the animal flesh, while Song Qinghan washed the illicium virums he just picked and spread them evenly in the yard, waiting for the sun to dry them naturally.

After everything was set up, Song Qinghan made a tea using the fructus momordicae he picked yesterday. They enjoyed a leisure noon time drinking the tea, and Wu Dahu suddenly asked, "Did you store the fruits just like that?"

What Wu Dahu said seemed to be a wake-up call to Song Qinghan. He shook his head and recalled the exact image of fructus momordicae he had long seen in modern time, then he said with a tone of uncertainty, "It requires me to move the fluff off from their surfaces, and then dry under the sun."

He would have had this process done if he didn't notice those two rabbits.

Wu Dahu nodded and pulled up his sleeves and was about to get himself busy.

He took out a grindstone paper which no one would know where it came from. And then he carefully removed the fluff off from the fruits' surfaces one after another, then put those processed ones into a basin.

Seeing this, Song Qinghan carefully placed a shelf on the stove, and put all the processed fructus momordicae on the it, slowly roasting them.

They would be said to be a couple on the same page. With their perfect cooperation, the deep brown fruits were all gradually tanned. It was quite a big harvest for Song Qinghan to pick and store in a fabric bag.

He had conceived an idea that he would sell these fruits tomorrow when they sold seasonings. As long as he could sell the first batch, he would be confident for the booming business.

By nightfall, it was a proper time to picked all the illicium verums up. Wu Dahu collected all of them and put them into a big cloth bag with gingers, garlic and onions.

After preparing these stuffs which were ready to be sold, he tried to make the preys into dried meat, conducting the method that Song Qinghan had taught. He cut the meat in the size of a fingernail and wrapped them in a Kraft bag.5

It was quite a busy yet a rich day, Song Qinghan heard Wu Dahu coughing twice before they went to bed. He couldn't help but ask in concern, "That will be unhealthy for you to sleep on the ground. Why don't you get here and sleep?"

After a long silence, Wu Dahu refused, saying, "No, that's too small to accommodate both of us. If I go to bed with you, you probably won't sleep well."

Looking at the bed with a shabby look, Song Qinghan thought for a moment and suggested, saying, "How about this. If we get a good sell tomorrow, we'll go buy a new bed in a big size."

Considering that if they got a bigger-sized bed, they would need a bigger room for its accommodation. But since he noticed the excitement flowing from Song Qinghan's expression, he couldn't resist but nodded and showed his agreement, saying, "Deal, we'll do that."

That night came with no other conversation. The next morning, Wu Dahu got up earlier than Song Qinghan. He prepared all the stuffs, including steaming the Chinese yams, heating up the dried meat. And then he packed these all up in a basket, carrying on his back. Later, he finished breakfast together with Song Qinghan, and the two headed to the bazaar.

Concerning that Song Qinghan couldn't walk so long in his pregnancy, Wu Dahu led him to the nearby village, paid the money to get on an oxcart. With that cart, the trip became easier and more convenient.

Although they had come to the town once last time, it was just a rough look and didn't notice anything special.

This time, along with Wu Dahu, Song Qinghan carefully looked around in the town and found that although the town was rather small, it was another type of delicacy and got everything here. Various stores such as oil store, iron shop, fabric shop and so on could be easily found here.

Song Qinghan stared at Wu Dahu's clothes, which were washed brightly and neatly, he pondered in his mind that although making Wu Dahu dressed too well would cause him to feel a sense of crisis, the way how Wu Dahu probably would attract many other femina males, he still wanted to keep Wu Dahu in decency. After all, it was also an enjoyment to see his man in a good dress though.

The two went straight to the meat shop. Noticing two customers coming up so early, Butcher Chen, the owner of the meat shop, happened to be pleased and was showing a rather good attitude towards them. He spoke in a tone of catering while he picked up a piece of fresh ribs, "Are you here to buy meat? My dear customers. Look how fresh the ribs are."

Not answering his question directly, Wu Dahu put down the basket, took out the dried meat bag, and poured four or five pieces and handed it over, saying, "Mr Chen, have a taste of this meat."

Butcher took a look and saw that it was just an ordinary dried meat cut into little pieces. He took it with some amusement but still put it in his mouth.

As soon as he chewed, his eyes lit up. He pointed at the meat in his mouth, asking in curiosity, "Brother Dahu! What meat is this? How come it tastes so good? Are you going to sell it."

He was a long time acquaintance with Wu Dahu. After all, he ran his meat shop in the fame of the fairest price within the village. All the hunters were rather willing to come to his shop for selling their trophies. In this long-term business partnership, they got along well with each other.

Wu Dahu raised his eyebrows slightly and said calmly, "Well, it's just an ordinary meat of wild chicken."

Butcher Chen subconsciously denied, shouting, "That's impossible!"

In his experience, he had tasted all kinds of meat from wild chicken. It couldn't be a taste like this no matter how one cooked.

He thought that Wu Dahu was not willing to tell the fact. Pondering for a while, he tried to negotiate with him, saying, "Brother Dahu, you know my personality and credibility. Here is the only place where you can receive the fairest price. Well, I will make it clear. This meat tastes not bad, it is also feasible if you want a higher price for trading. Now, can you please tell me the truth? What is the meat?"

Wu Dahu remained calm in his face and said seriously, "Wild chicken, but…"

A rather sullen expression showed up on Butcher Chen's face. Hearing that, he asked in a hurried tone, "But WHAT?"

Wu Dahu took out a handful of illicium verums and chopped garlic and onions from the basket and laughed, continued to say, "But it is a meat of wild chicken with added ingredients."

Butcher Chen stared at the seasonings surprisingly, with his eyebrows frown, he asked in a doubt, "These stuffs? Come on, don't play a trick on me."

Wu Dahu smiled and shook his head, saying disdainfully, "You know my credibility though. If you don't even give credence to me, then how about I give you some of the seasonings and you have a try with that?"

After that, he delivered Butcher Chen the seasonings matching to meat weighing one kilogram.

Butcher Chen accepted the seasonings with a mixed feeling. But seeing his sincere attitude, butcher Chen promised, saying, "I'll go back and have a try. It they really better the flavor of the meat, I'll buy it at you in the future. By the way, how much do you sell for this one? "

Wu Dahu pondered for a moment and asked, "How about three coins?"

Butcher Chen patted his thigh and hurriedly waved his hand, saying, "Oh, that's too cheap for that! If it really works, it will be worth for five coins."

Song Qinghan stood aside but couldn't give any advise because he got no any certain conception about the currency here. In that case, he regarded one coin as one Yuan. Considering that a bag of seasonings was worth for five coins, he thought it was not bad. So he nodded and agreed, saying, "Well, if he is the fairest butcher here, I will trust him over that. After all, he got more experience on this kind of business."

Seeing that Song Qinghan was quite rational, Butcher Chen gave him a strange glance. That was a totally different image from the rumors.

Wu Dahu nodded obediently. Thinking of his purpose of trip today, he said directly, "Mr Chen, we want you to help us deliverf these pieces of meat to the purchaser who come over for free, do you agree with that?"

"Deliver for free?" gushed Butcher Chen, he looked at the pile of dried meat and felt somehow a little distressed. However, seeing that Wu Dahu had made up his mind, he could only promise, saying, "That won't be a problem. It will also be my turn to show my gratitude to you that I can send these stuffs as a customer gift."

Wu Dahu said honestly, "Actually, what our final goal is is to sell the seasonings."

Butcher Chen found the way funny, but he could understand their what they did. He casually waved his hand and said, "As long as you don't drive my guests away!"

Song Qinghan and Wu Dahu exchanged glances and nodded at the same time, placing the stuffs they brought next to the meat shop.

As they acted, Butcher Chen noticed their steamed Chinese yams and found them sweet-smelling, he couldn't help but purchase two from them, he said while eating the yams, "Brother Dahu! You're gonna to be rich some day! How did you discover the strange stuffs in such an odd methods? You bet, people here can't be that smart as you."

Wu Dahu, true to form, was showing his calmness on his face. He took a fructus momordicae and gave it to Butcher Chen, "Take this back and soak it in water and boil with it. It can be used to cooling your body heat."3

Butcher Chen took it without hesitation and smiled at Wu Dahu, saying, "Well mate, you must be deliberately aiming to sell all the stuffs today! Coincidentally, I got an annoying bubble in my mouth recently. How do you know that I need to cool my body heat?"

While they were chattering, those who bought meat walked over one after another. Nobody would refuse the free try of tasting the dried meat.

Some in the crowd who tasted the meat made a quick decision to purchase some bags of the seasonings, while some hesitated. But anyway, it was a victory though, which was a better case than their previous scenario.

As expected, the steamed Chinese yams were the best item they brought. It was cheap yet enough for a satiety. Some people even came from other places in the town and bought a few pieces to eat.

However, compared with the steamed yams, the fructus momordicae seemed to be less welcomed. None of them was sold.

It was not strange that no one would love to buy such a thing. However, they were more willing to go to the pharmacy to buy such medicinal materials. After all, no one would take the responsibility if they purchased them from the street vendors.

Nevertheless, a strange old man stood there for a quite long while. After the crowd dissipated, he slowly walked over and picked up a fructus momordicae.

Song Qinghan smiled and said peddling, "This is called fructus momordicae. It helps cool our blood heat and also promote our appearance. It's wonderful to soak it in water and drink."

The old man took one of the fruits and tore it apart, and then took a smell over it. A fit of confusion and doubt suddenly flashed in his eyes. He asked, "Where did you get this?"

Song Qinghan frowned unpleasing, but he still answered the old man's question patiently, "This is our exclusive secret prescription, I can't tell you about that."

The old man glanced at Song Qinghan and said with a strange tone, "Which family do you belong to? How come I can't recognize you at all?"

Seeing that the old man was reluctant to buy and asked something strange, Song Qinghan became sullen on his face and complained in a low voice, "Oh god, we've got billion people in this world, how come you can recognize everyone?"

To his surprise, this old man would thought about this question for a while and answered in agreement, saying, "You're right. Well, pack all these fruits up and I will buy them all."+

Hearing the sudden-changed decision made by the old man, Song Qinghan couldn't even believe his ears. He stammered, saying, "Wh.. what? What did you say? "

Without any further explanation, the old man took out a small-sized ingot from his clothes and put it into Song Qinghan's hands. He lifted the bag full of the fruits and asked, "Is that enough?"

Holding the ingot, Song Qinghan turned to look at Wu Dahu with an intention of asking for help.

Wu Dahu nodded and then made a slight bow with his hands folded in front, saying, "That's a lot, thank you. Do you mind my asking if you are the famous miracle-working doctor in Huichun Shop?"

The old man smiled and waved his hand, saying, "What miracle-working doctor? How come there exists such an all-powerful doctor in this world? I am just nobody."

After that, he thought for a moment and said to Song Qinghan, "One week later, take another bag of these fruits to the Huichun Shop. If this fruit is confirmed to be indeed effective, and I will buy them all again. If it is useless though, I won't blame you for anything, but I hope you will stop exaggerating the medical functions of this fruit, is that a good deal for you?"

Song Qinghan was in a daze hearing that. He then nodded and answered, saying, "Of course. If it shows no usefully medical functions at all, I won't sell it again."

The old man gave him a serious look, nodded and then turned around and left.

After the image of the old man disappeared from his sight, Song Qinghan sighed with emotion, saying, "How generous the old man is. We got the whole bag of the fruits sold all at once and he even takes them back for a self trial…"

Seeing that he did not understand, Wu Dahu explained, "So it turns out that Doctor Luo was once the Imperial Physician in the palace. Since he is old, he forced himself to a retirement and came back to his hometown. For his sake, Huichun Shop specially opens a pharmacy here. There is no need for him to manage the entire shop. What he only needs to do is meeting the patients when he is in mood. Therefore, his duration of the treatment is not fixed. But in such a case, there are still plenty of people coming over in meeting such a miracle doctor."

Song Qinghan said with envy, "When can I have such treatment like him?"

It was the first time Wu Dahu heard him say such words. After a pause, he asked, "Do you want to be a doctor and run a pharmacy?"

Song Qinghan thought that Wu Dahu took his words so serious, he waved his hand and explained, "I just think it's good to be able to become a top talent in a specific career and becomes a controller of his own life. I don't mean to run a pharmacy or something. What I can do is just the stitches and sewing stuffs, it will kill me to let me recognize those herbs!"

If it wasn't that hard to read "Compendium of Materia Medica", a book recorded details of medical herbs, he probably would have chosen to study Chinese traditional medicine instead of Western medicine in the past.

After all, the profound knowledge of Chinese medicine was far more interesting in his point of view. The marvelous effect of different medicinal herbs together was much more fun than western style pills.

Wu Dahu nodded, as if he had understood what Song Qinghan explained, but somehow looked dumb standing there, and then he looked up at the sky aiming to estimate the time, saying, "Let's go find a place to have lunch. After lunch, we'll go buy something."

Song Qinghan hadn't eaten anything yet outside since they got here, so he said excitedly, "Great, so what are we gonna eat then?"

But as soon as he said this, he was dispirited and said in a grievance, "You people here can't even use the seasoning. What kind of decent food can they make? It was better to chew the dried meat… "

Wu Dahu looked at him with amusement, put away the rest stuffs while rubbed Song Qinghan's head, saying, "Let's check it out and you will see."

After bidding farewell to Butcher Chen, they walked towards an alley.

Seeing that Wu Dahu was leading him on a messed route , and the more remote they went, the more the road got more far-off, Song Qinghan couldn't help but ask, "Why would someone run his business in such a place? If their guests possess a bad sense of direction, they probably can't find a way."

Wu Dahu was in a daze, with a unseen smile hidden in his eyes. He explained, "The shopkeeper of that shop has bad legs, so he can only cook at home. Although he is not that kind of famous at cooking, for me, I have tasted the best dish there, which is even more delicious than the one in any restaurant. Those who show up in his place are always the regular ones. That's why he can keep running his business."

As the two were talking along the way, a small shop appeared in front of them. A ferocious, middle-aged man sat behind the counter, it seemed that he was doing accounts.

Wu Dahu led Song Qinghan and walked directly to the table in the center, saying to the man, "Manager Jing, I would love to order the three signature dishes and a pot of heated wine."

Jing Ge raised his head and looked at the two, with a surprised look on his face. He stood up and said, "It's you again, this is your husband?"

Song Qinghan noticed that he was in a limp when walking. It seemed that he had indeed hurt his legs.

Wu Dahu nodded slightly and said with certainty, "Yes, this is my husband, Song Qinghan."

This was the first time Song Qinghan heard Wu Dahu introduce him in such a formal manner. A strange feeling flashed across his mind and somehow he felt a bit sweet.

Jing Ge laughed and walked into the curtain in a flash.

After he left, Song Qinghan carefully inspected the whole shop.

However, besides tables, chairs, counters, and some miscellaneous items, there were no other decorations, neither the menus.

He said thoughtfully, "Maybe it is because the ones who come over here are all acquaintances, he doesn't even need to place a menu on table, is that right?"

Wu Dahu nodded, in agreeing the guess of Song Qinghan. He continued to explained, saying, "There's another reason. He is somehow a rather capricious cook here, what dishes he will make depends on what ingredients he has bought that day, without a fixed style of dish. In that case, something like menu is not a must here."

Song Qinghan was amazed. He thought that if this cook was in the modern world, he would certainly be a master living in the seclusion.

Jing Ge didn't let them wait too long, he carried three dishes, two bowls, two cups of tea, and a pot of boiling liquor showing up in front of them.

Seeing the fish in the plate getting cooked by the splash of the boiled oil, the fish shrunk slightly, looking like a living fish, Song Qinghan knew how fresh the food was.

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

The fresh taste of fish, mixed with the sweetness of the tomatoes, the wonderful flavor seemed to be dancing on Song Qinghan's tongue, stimulating every inch of taste buds of his.

He couldn't help sighing, "OMG, It's really delicious, it's far more beyond my imagination!"

Wu Dahu also taste the dish of fish, he nodded with satisfaction and said in the direction of Jing Ge, "Manager Jing, you've got a better cooking skill now. You totally deserve the title of the Palace Cook."

Jing Ge waved his hand and said with modesty, "I am just a cook making dishes. Not a so-called Palace Cook as you said. Don't even flatter me, I won't give you discount though."

Seeing how funny he was, Song Qinghan and Wu Dahu looked at each other and smiled.

Wu Dahu ate the food while drinking the wine. He gave a glimpse on Song Qinghan and found that he was looking at the cup in his hands curiously, and then he spoke in hesitation, "You want to drink?"

Song Qinghan nodded in a look of poult pecking the rice. But he then realized his pregnancy. He coughed softly and said awkwardly, "I just want a taste. I won't drink much."

Before he finished his words, Wu Dahu poured a cup of wine and put it in front of him.

Song Qinghan picked up the cup of warm wine with curiosity and gently sipped it by his lips. He frowned slightly and said in a strange tone, "That's not a good taste at all."

Before Wu Dahu opened his mouth to say something, Jing Ge was a bit upset hearing that. He patted the account book on the table and said with his eyes wide open, "How many kinds of wine have you ever tasted before? How dare you say that is not a good taste? Even the long-reserved wine in the Xiangpiao Restaurant is not a rival to mine."

Song Qinghan nursed a grievance, saying in a wronged tone, "It's really hard to drink. I can't taste any flavor of it but a spicy suffer to my throat…"

Well, there existed all kinds of wine in the modern world? Beer, red wine, champagne…each had a special and unique taste. No wonder Song Qinghan, whose mouth was indulged with various flavors, would dislike this kind of wine made in a rough process.

Seeing that Jing Ge still got something to retort, Wu Dahu interrupted him and said, "Han has never drank wine before, so it's a normal feeling for him from the first taste and gets his throat suffer. Besides, he doesn't gain any gloom that requires him to get drunk from this wine. He's just telling the truth."

Jing Ge snorted twice and picked up the account book again, it seemed that he was not going to bring himself into an argument.

Song Qinghan sneaked close to Wu Dahu's ear and whispered, "Once our own wine is ready, can we sell it here?"

Wu Dahu burst into laughter. He did not have much expectations for the flavors of the wine made of cherokee rose. However, he did not want to hurt Song Qinghan, so he said, "As long as Manager Jing feels that it is a good wine with a good taste, then it will work. After all, he likes wine the most."

Song Qinghan rolled his eyes and stopped conceiving a fight back to Jing Ge who was yelling at him just now. At present, he got another plan in his mind. That the image of he gained benefit from this bossy cook, and counted the coins he earned from him caused him laughed.

After lunch, Wu Dahu took out a bunch of coins from his clothes and put them on the counter, while Song Qinghan felt a bit grudge over that.

Although the three dishes were all delicious, it was too expensive that these dishes costed them two hundred coins.

However, Wu Dahu didn't respond. After bidding farewell to Jing Ge, he led Song Qinghan out of the alley.

Song Qinghan was still struggling with money stuffs along the way. Thinking of small ingot that Master Luo had given him, he could not help but ask, "How many copper coins is that ingot worth?"

Wu Dahu taught him to measure the weight of the ingot, and then he explained, "This equals around ten silver coins. One hundred copper coins equal one silver coins, therefore, this ingot values around one thousand copper coins."

Song Qinghan thought for a while. In modern times, a single fructus momordicae cost five or six Yuan. That sack just now contained around two hundred fruits. In this method of counting, it was kind of fair to trade with that old man.

"Then what now? Should we go to buy a new bed now?"said Song Qinghan, and then he looked at Wu Dahu.

Seeing that he was eager for the new bed, Wu Dahu hesitated for a moment and nodded, saying, "Then let's go to buy a new bed first."

The two walked towards the woodworking shop. Song Qinghan looked over and saw that the shop was full of unprocessed woods, he then asked in doubt, "Where's the bed for selling? Don't you sell any furniture? "

Hearing this, the person inside came out and asked, "You want a bed? What size do you want? And what material?"

Wu Dahu didn't think too much. He asked directly, "How much is an elm bed in six feet wide?"

The man glanced at him in surprise and laughed softly, "Well, mate, you're kind of an expert. Let's make it clear, I only charge you 15 silver coins."

Hearing that, Song Qinghan took a deep breath, he didn't expect that an ordinary bed would cost that much.

They didn't even have that much money.+

Wu Dahu shook his head and said decisively, "Ten silver coins."

They thought the man would argue with them about the price, but he didn't. He directly went back to work and waved his hand, saying, "15 silver coins, don't ever try bargain with me!"

Seeing that he was so rude, Song Qinghan was also annoyed. He grabbed Wu Dahu's hand and walked back, saying with rage, "If he keep being rude like that, we won't buy it here. Let's check other shops!"

Wu Dahu hesitated for a moment, but then he told the truth, saying, "Umm.. this is the only one nearby."

Song Qinghan paused and said with a sullen face, "Is there no other way?"

He felt so much reluctant to go back for another bargain with that guy.

Wu Dahu mused for a while and said, "It's not that there's no other way. Actually…I can make a bed myself."

Hearing this, Song Qinghan's eyes lit up. He clapped his hands and said, "Then you can make one by your own. Why should we go out and find a shop, it's either expensive or annoying to negotiate."

It was such a time-wasting and strength-consuming work to make a bed, which prevent him from doing other things but just focusing on this process. And if he focused only on that, they probably couldn't earn money those days. Therefore, Wu Dahu had never mentioned that before, but now it seemed that if a sixth-meter wide elm bed cost fifteen silver coins, he would better choose to use these coins for daily life. For now, he would put aside other things and spend time making a bed.

Wu Dahu also thought about this and nodded, saying, "Then let's go buy some tools and make a bed by our own. Moreover, there are quite a lot elm trees in the back mountain."

Song Qinghan nodded excitedly, saying in admiration, "You are such a skilled craftsman. How smart of you!"1

Seeing that there seemed to a beaming countenance showing on his face, Wu Dahu said honestly, "I'm not that skilled as my father, he is a real CRAFTSMAN. I learn a lot from him."

Hearing this, Song Qinghan carefully asked a question he longed to ask, "Is your father… gone?"

Wu Dahu was silent for a while and said with a gloomy look, "Yeah, he was drunk that night, but still went up the mountain but was attacked by a bear. When I found him, he was already in danger of dying, and then died soon."

Song Qinghan got his mind tightened and then whispered with apology, saying, "Sorry, I didn't mean to…"

Wu Dahu shook his head leisurely and raised his head in a slight angle, looking at the horizon far over the sky, he said slowly, "It's fine. Maybe for him, that would be a relief."

Song Qinghan could clearly hear another layer of his words, it was probably a relevant case of Wu Dahu's femina dad. But no matter how curious Song Qinghan was, it was not appropriate to poke the scar at this moment. Seeing that he was in a trance, Song Qinghan couldn't help saying, "Let's go buy some tools now. Make your bed as soon as possible. It's good that you don't have to sleep on the ground with just some simple stuffs. If winter comes, you won't be able to bear on that."

Wu Dahu regained his wits, nodded and led him to the iron shop. It only costed them one silver coins for all the tools.

Then they went to buy something like rice, oil and other daily necessities, and thenwent back home taking an oxen carriage nearby.

The sun hadn't fallen yet, Wu Dahu thought a while and told Song Qinghan that he would go cut some woods and collected some back.

Song Qinghan just happened to be preparing to go into the mountain to pick some more fructus momordicae. So the two put down all stuffs in their hands and went into the back mountain together.

After settling Song Qinghan in a certain place, Wu Dahu took off his clothes and stood in front of the nearest elm tree. He raised his axe and chopped it down.

This was the first time Song Qinghan saw him completely unclothed, he couldn't even get his eyes off his man, staring his amazing flesh.5

Wu Dahu's tanned skin was kind of tempting, giving off a beautiful light under the scorching sun. His seductive muscle seemed to be alive, moving up and down with his manly action and breathing, while strings of sweat were drooping from his wonderful cheek, passing through his alluring abdominal muscles, and finally downwards into somewhere Song Qinghan was unable to see.

The hidden part where the sweats disappeared on Wu Dahu should be the most mysterious and beautiful what Song Qinghan wanted to explore.2

After a round of chopping the woods and getting exhasuted, Wu Dahu held his axe on the ground and got himself a rest. Seeing Song Qinghan stared at him in a daze, he realized that he was totally half-naked right now, which probably shocked and frightened him, so he explained, saying, "I am not going to get my clothes dirty, so I take it off temporarily. I'll wear it after I get rid of the sweat."

Song Qinghan regained his attention while wiping saliva at the corner of his mouth, coughed softly and turned around to pick the fruits.5

Wu Dahu looked at his reddened ears in confusion, but then found out Song Qinghan might be… shy?7

When it was almost getting dark, Wu Dahu finally broke the first elm, and Song Qinghan had already picked a full sack of fruits.

Wu Dahu put the sack around his waist, carrying elmwood with his hands and slowly following behind Song Qinghan.

Song Qinghan occasionally turned his head and glanced back, he felt somehow he was followed by a movable mountain, a mountain named "Wu Dahu".

After dinner, Song Qinghan happened to shout and frowned, staring at his belly.

This brat was getting naughty inside. He almost thought that his belly was about to break.

Noticing his expression, Wu Dahu asked carefully, "What is it? Are you feeling bad on your belly?"

Thinking of what he had seen in the modern world, Song Qinghan couldn't help grabbing Wu Dahu's hand and put it on his belly, saying in a teasing tone, "Your child is kicking me right now."1

Wu Dahu's body stiffened hearing that, realizing what was happening. He gently placed his hand on Song Qinghan's belly, not daring to press heavily, feeling the baby's heart beating.

The baby seemed to know his dad was trying to get approach, and he gave Wu Dahu another kicks. Wu Dahu was surprised about that while Song Qinghan was at his rage.

"Little bastard, I will pay you back." Shouted Song Qinghan.

Seeing that Song Qinghan raised his hand and was about to pat his belly, Wu Dahu hurriedly grabbed his hand, urging, "You can't blame for him for knowing nothing and kicking you with no intention, wait until he comes out from your belly."

Looking at Wu Dahu's face which was so close to him, Song Qinghan recalled what he had seen in the mountain. He struggled trying to escape from the imagination and turned around, saying, "I'm going to sleep now."

He didn't expect that the moment he turned around, he couldn't stabilize his focus and fell forward the ground.

Just as he was frightened to get himself hurt, Wu Dahu held his waist and then held him up.

Wu Dahu asked in his worry, "Are you all right?"

Song Qinghan lowered his head in fear and found that what occurred to him first was to cover and protect his belly, instead of his face. He knew deeply that although he always regarded the child as a stumbling block and showed his dislike, he had already taken the baby in his belly as his own treasure.1

Another question occurred to Song Qinghan after he went to bed with such a potential risk. He couldn't help but turn to Wu Dahu and ask, "When will I give birth to this little bunny?"

It happened that Wu Dahu didn't think in any hesitation, explaining directly, "Two months left."

Song Qinghan sighed with a relief, but somehow felt a bit pity.

Although he could have two more months of mental preparation before delivering the baby, it was still a pity that he could not have any intimate approach with Wu Dahu, while seeing his alluring and seductive body.3

That's right. He was desperately eager to get himself indulged with Wu Dahu's body. It would be better if he could enjoy such an affair everyday, every month, and even every year.5

With such a wonderful wish, Song Qinghan fell asleep with a sweet dream.

The next day, when Song Qinghan woke up, he found something strange and wet under his pants, he couldn't help but look down while sighing with a shame.

How could he be so weak to control the feeling. It happened to be awkward right away.

Noticing that he got up late than before and somehow dodged in their eyesight contact, Wu Dahu thought something was wrong and worried that Song Qinghan might got ill. He then frowned and asked, "What happened? Are you alright? Let me take you to see a doctor."

Song Qinghan lowered his head while biting his lips. He couldn't hide this for long anyway. Besides, all his clothes were washed by Wu Dahu, so he had to confess, saying, "Well, I got a pants to wash."

After that, he put his pants into the basin and hurriedly poured several spoons of water into the basin in an attempt to destroyed the prove of "Criminal".1

How could Wu Dahu let Song Qinghan, who carried a big belly, do the work? He stretched out his hand and grabbed the basin over, put it aside and said, "I got this stuff. Go eat. Don't starve yourself."

Song Qinghan looked at the basin with an unknown emotion, and hid in the kitchen before Wu Dahu found the truth.

After he hid in the kitchen, Wu Dahu squatted down, and took over the washboard and the soap, and began to wash his pants.

While washing, he could obviously feel that something was wrong on his pants, he immediately understood why Song Qinghan would act like that. He then burst into laughter.6

After Wu Dahu helped him wash his pants and hanged it on the rope to dry, Song Qinghan finally finished his breakfast and came out.

Seeing the rather red-rimmed face and the flickering eyesight of Song Qinghan, Wu Dahu smiled and consoled him, saying, "You don't have to hide that. That is kind of normal. It happens to me sometimes too."

Of course, Song Qinghan knew exactly that was normal, but it was the first time for him to let other person know such a personal stuff. So it was impossible to say that he was feeling not bad over that. But since Wu Dahu said that it happened to him sometimes, Song Qinghan's curiosity over that had been arisen.

What exactly would Wu Dahu dream of while being like that? Who was he dreaming? What scene would that be?

As his thoughts went wild, he gave out an expression which was kind of strange, and that made Wu Dahu worried again. He couldn't help but ask, "Are you still feeling weak? I will make you a black bean soup tonight!"

Song Qinghan knew exactly what Wu Dahu meant, he knew that the black beans were used for mitigating the body fatigue. In the meanwhile, all his self-esteem was erupted as a man, he said with a rage, "You ARE the weak one. Leave the black beans for yourself! I do have a strong body!"

After that, he even thumped twice on his chest, making a muffled sound "bang", as if he was to prove that he got a real MAN body.

Seeing he walked back to the room with anger, Wu Dahu shook his head but kept his smile on his face and then he went to the mountain again to collect woods with his tools.

Song Qinghan stayed at home to deal with the fructus momordicae

fruits he had picked yesterday. He was acting much more slower without help of Wu Dahu. He only finished grinding half a bag of the fruits for half a day and put them aside before he could roast them.

At noon, a sound of pressing door knocking burst. It didn't sound like the way how Wu Dahu knocked. It should be others.

Song Qinghan put down the fruits and grinding paper in confusion, walked slowly to the door and asked, "Who is it?"

A familiar voice came from outside the door, which seemed to come with a tone of trembling.

"Han, it's me."

Song Qinghan was shocked standing there in a daze. He didn't expect that his ex-husband would come over. He frowned slightly and said coldly, "Why are you here? Your family has already announced the divorce between us!"

Lin Dafu knocked on the door again and said urgently, "Han, just open the door. I know what's going on."+

Song Qinghan hesitated for a moment and refused firmly, saying, "No way. Just inform me outside!"

Lin Dafu seemed to have never expected that Song Qinghan would be so heartless, with his voice showing so cold and gloomy.

"I know exactly your personality. You're such a pure and simple guy. And that day when I went back, I had thought quite a lot, you won't betray me like that." said Lin Dafu.

Song Qinghan paused, frowning as if he should struggle to figure out what Lin Dafu meant. He asked in doubt, "What are you talking about? Then how do you explain the child in my belly?"

Lin Dafu was stunned by his words, and then he answered in a slower tone, saying, "As for that, I had already asked a doctor in the mansion, it has been half a year since your pregnancy. So if we can investigate what you've been through six months ago, we can easily extrapolate who's the father of that child."

Song Qinghan didn't get a favorable impression for Lin Dafu but he couldn't deny the fact that he was amazed by the man's perseverance over one thing, he asked back in a retorting tone, "And then?"

Lin Dafu's voice suddenly became drifting, as if something had just occurred to him, he said, "And then I found out that half a year ago, you had blocked yourself at home for three whole days. Something must happened those days."

Song Qinghan raised his eyebrows and interrupted him, asking, "Why?"

Suddenly, a gush of laughter came outside the door. It was Lin Dafu cherishing the memories, answering, "You are not that kind of person who will lock yourself up in a room and bear such loneliness. You would definitely go out sometimes for hanging out or something, you won't even stand one day of staying at home, let alone for THREE WHOLE days. It must be something big blow happened to you those days, am I right?"

Seeing Lin Dafu was very familiar with his past story, which was not belonged to the present Song Qinghan at all, he somehow started to believe that they really got a love story before. Then he continued to ask, "So, have you already found out who the man is?"

"Yes." answered Lin Dafu, as if he had made a confident investigation previous, he continued to utter, "It's your current husband, Wu Dahu."

Song Qinghan shrugged a bit and said indifferently, "Yeah, so what? Isn't everything going well now?"

Lin Dafu happened to become ignited with a gush of rage in his mind. With his tune gained a higher level, he answered, "Going well? If it wasn't that jealous bastard, we would have a happy marriage!"1

Jealous bastard? Song Qinghan rolled his eyes and thought for a while, he could sense that there must be a conspiracy. He asked tentatively, "What do you mean? Do you mean that I was set up by others?"

Lin Dafu suddenly sighed heavily and said with a rather sorrow tone, "EXACTLY. You were drugged by a guy called Huailing that night. And it was also because of him who pushed you into the fire pit. You were almost burned to death together with Wu Dahu…"1

Song Qinghan nodded thoughtfully, seeming to understand why he would feel so sad when he married, and even went on a hunger to protest.

It seemed that there still something called "LOVE" tightening the tie between the original possessor and Lin Dafu.

"However…" said Song Qinghan, as he opened his mouth and then came to a pause, but he still continued to say, "So what's the point of telling me something like that now? Nothing's gonna change."

He was already Wu Dahu's husband, and he was carrying Dahu's child right now and was quite satisfied with what his life was now. Besides, there should be various concubines in Lin Dafu's Mansion, this dandy would gain more femina males in his family as long as he was rich. Why was he still insisting on a guy in pregnancy?

Lin Dafu said in his gloom, "So till now, you still insist on keeping the door shut and don't even want to see me?"

It got Song Qinghan goose bumps while Lin Dafu said something like a grumbling old lady.

He shook his head aiming to refuse his attempts, saying, "Indeed, I don't really want to, can you just leave?"

After that, there left nothing outside but silence. Song Qinghan had no idea whether Lin Dafu had left or not. He just turned around and was about to prepare some food.

It was unexpected that Lin Dafu's voice showed up again as soon as he took a step forward.

"They took advantage of you when you lost your memories. They took some parts of your dowry. I just want to inform you something like that, that's one of the reasons I am here today. On the other hand, I bring your dowry back and want to give it back to you."

Hearing that, Song Qinghan immediately opened the door, taking his head out, asking, "Where is the dowry?"

Lin Dafu handed over the golden box in his hand. Seeing that Song Qinghan didn't even look at him, a dark ripple rose in his eyes.

"Did you see a doctor after your memories lost?"

Song Qinghan took the box but he failed to take it from Lin Dafu's hand. He thought the box was too heavy. But he then gave a second try using both of his hands, only to find that it was tightly grasped by Lin Dafu. No wonder he couldn't pull it away.

He raised his eyelids and said in a rage, "I did not. So, are you going to give it back to me or not?"

Lin Dafu's eyelashes moved a bit and he released his hand. Seeing Song Qinghan holding the box and closing the door satisfactorily, he couldn't help asking, "Is it Wu Dahu who did not allow you to see a doctor?"

After closing the door and locking it up, Song Qinghan sat on the bench counting the stuffs in the box. He didn't even lift his head and said grumpily, "Why should I see a doctor, I am not sick."

"Hey, why are you here?"

It was Wu Dahu's voice coming from outside, with his tone mixing with an unknown emotion.

Song Qinghan put the box on the bench, and then opened the door and said with surprise, "You're back. It seems that you've got a fruitful results."

He counted the wood Wu Dahu brought back in believing that he could start to make a bed at noon.

When Lin Dafu saw a full happiness and joy in Song Qinghan's eyes, an unknown sorrow happened in his expression. However, he didn't suffer himself with that such a negative emotion. When he looked at Wu Dahu, he transformed into his cool appearance as usual and said slowly, "I'm here to deliver the dowry to Han and by the way I would love to know his conditions."

Wu Dahu threw all the wood on his shoulder in the yard, clapped his hands and removed the dust on his cloth. He said with an expressionless face, "If you have done what you want, then just leave. Otherwise, people will judge."

Looking at Wu Dahu's calm decisive countenance while uttering something like that, Song Qinghan whispered to his own with such admiration, "How handsome he is! How manly!"

Lin Dafu noticed suddenly the sticky eyesight full of admiration on Wu Dahu from Song Qinghan, he lowered his eyes trying to cover the disappointment, saying in a soft tone, "Han, I will come to see you again."

After saying these words, he turned back to the carriage and left.

Looking at Song Qinghan's eyes, the expression on Wu Dahu finally released and turned into a happy one, he smiled, saying, "Are you hungry now? I will cook for you."

Song Qinghan nodded and pointed at the box of jewelries, "Are these stuffs worthy? Let's go exchange for money."

To Song Qinghan's surprise, Wu Dahu didn't even give the box a glance but refused, saying, "Your dowry can't be sold regardless of whether it is worthy or not. Leave it to the child in the future."

Song Qinghan was supposed to be angry hearing that. But since he mentioned the child, he got nothing to retort.

True dat, if the child was a femina male, when he grew to a manhood and was ready to get married, it would be somehow great to have a rich dowry for him.

While Wu Dahu was cooking, Song Qinghan went to the cage to feed the rabbit. When he saw the female one stayed at the corner in an ailing look, he couldn't help grabbing her out, wanting to see what was going on.

To his surprise, as soon as he touched the fur on her belly, he could feel something strange.

He walked into the kitchen with the female rabbit in his arms, and asked to Wu Dahu, "Is this female rabbit pregnant? I can feel something inside her belly."

Wu Dahu wiped his hands, and then carefully rubbed the belly of the female rabbit and confirmed, saying, "You're right. She's pregnant. It seems we have to make another nest so that we can separate them."

Song Qinghan asked in a surprise, "Why? Isn't it a little warmer for them to stay together?"

Wu Dahu smiled and explained, "Although they are household raising rabbits, they got a forefather of wild hare. They are fine when nothing happens. But once the female one gets pregnant, she will show her ferocity which is kind of different from her usual well-behavior. Therefore, if we keep them together, they probably will fight."

Song Qinghan had never heard of this natural principle in his modern world, but he didn't show a doubt over that but just nodded and carefully put the female rabbit back into the cage. He specially chose some fresher vegetables and put them in front of her.

After their meal, Wu Dahu, as he had said before, made a new cage with vines, picked some softer grass and put it in, then put the pregnant female rabbit in.

After having the rabbit stuffs done, he walked to the courtyard door with the tools and began to deal with the elm woods.

Song Qinghan got nothing to do right away. He just took a small bench aside to watch Wu Dahu working while enjoying the breeze blowing his face.

Wu Dahu first chopped down all the tiny branches on the elm, put them aside, intending to store them for lighting fire in the future days.

Then, he used his shabby to cut off the bark of the elm, then used a saw to split the elm into a flat wooden block, leaning against the courtyard wall one by one.

Although his movements were not skillful, they were slow yet powerful. As long as he was sure what he was going to do next, he decided to act decisively without any hesitation, which enchanted Song Qinghan so much just seeing that.

Two hours later, all the materials used for the bed were prepared.

The next step seemed to be a little harder. Wu Dahu took a stone and used it to draw something on the ground, then slowly sawed off a strange wood frame from the elm wood.

After all the materials were prepared, the preliminary form of the bed was already out. As long as they were assembled together, they could get a bed in a width of six feet.

Just as Song Qinghan was looking forward to the ultimate consequence, Wu Dahu suddenly took a pause, stood up and straightened his waist in his leisure, saying, "Let's set it here and let it get blown by the wind over night, and we'll get it some wax on tomorrow."

Anyway, Song Qinghan got his brain dumb when Wu Dahu told him something about the process of making a bed. But since he said so, what he could only do was to nod, he stood up, saying, "Well done. Come, sit and rest for a while. I'll go get you some fruit tea."

After that, he turned around and walked into the kitchen and poured a bowl of the fruit tea which was already cool down, and then he carefully served it to Wu Dahu.

Taking over the tea, Wu Dahu drank it all and said to Song Qinghan, "If one day Lin Dafu comes again. Try not to open the door again. I'm afraid he will hurt you."

Hearing that, Song Qinghan felt somehow wronged and uncomfortable, he muttered, "I didn't open the door for him to come. If it's not about that dowry, I would not have opened it. As long as I got that dowry, I closed the door leaving no words to him, and opened again till you came back."

Wu Dahu noticed a unpleasant on his face, explaining, "I know you opened the door for reasons. What I am afraid the most is that Lin Dafu will hoax you using your weakness. I saw he was kind of insisting on harassing you, he might had conceived something bad."

The more Wu Dahu said, the more he aroused Song Qinghan's counter-mentality.

Song Qinghan snorted coldly, then turned around and walked into the room, saying, "Don't worry, I'm not a three-year-old kid anymore."5

Hearing what Song Qinghan said, Wu Dahu shut his mouth even if he got worries in his mind. He just sighed softly and put the empty bowl back into the kitchen.

Song Qinghan felt much depressed in the room by himself, but then he began to be regretful after his equanimity.

He knew exactly that Wu Dahu was just worried about him, he didn't appreciate it but just showed him a capricious attitude and complained instead. What an asshole he was!

He was not a willful and capricious person in the past though. He was also gentle and considerate towards his colleagues and patients. But since he got himself in this ancient world, his personality somehow changed a bit, and always came to a disagreement with Wu Dahu. How odd it was!6

Song Qinghan didn't come up with a conclusion after a long while of thought. He could only blame all the stuffs for the change of the horns after his pregnancy, which affected his mood.

Hearing the sound of grinding from outside, Song Qinghan couldn't sit still. He walked out slowly and helped Wu Dahu dry all the fruits, put them into the bag and put the bag in the corner.

After finishing the fruit, Wu Dahu thought for a moment and said to Song Qinghan, "The bed will be done tomorrow. We need to find another room to accommodate this one. Besides, in two more months, you'll deliver the baby. We should also get a nursery room for the baby, so I want to find a mud craftsman in the village to expand our yard and the house. What do you think?"

It was kind of a perfect idea, how would Song Qinghan refuse something like that? So he nodded and followed Wu Dahu up, saying urgently, "I want to go with you!"

Wu Dahu nodded and led him out of the courtyard and into the village.

There still existed some people judging them, but Song Qinghan was already get quite used to ignore them and mind his own things. He calmly followed Wu Dahu into a graceful yard at the village.1

A man in the yard noticed that it was Wu Dahu, saying in ardor, "Oh, Dahu, what bring you here? You have any request to enlarge your room or something?"

To Song Qinghan's surprise, the man was rather polite and nodded at Song Qinghan for greeting, so he nodded back for the mutual respect.

Wu Dahu patted the man's shoulder, as if they had known each other for quite a long time. And then nodded, saying, "Right. I want to add two more rooms in my house and expand the yard. When do you have time?"

The man patted his own thigh, saying in excitement, "Alright! I had told you long time ago that you should get your yard expanded. Once you married, you would get an enough space for your livelihood. You just didn't take my advise! However, nothing is too late. It would be troublesome to expand after the baby was born! Let's move now. I will bring the tools and go with you!"

After that, he bowed to pack all his tool stuffs. It seemed that he was even more urgent than Wu Dahu.

The three walked out chatting along the way. Song Qinghan learned from Wu Dahu that this young man was named Qian Baozi, who was born the same year with Wu Dahu.

Besides, their names got somehow relation.

It was said that Qian Baozi's father had always admired Wu Dahu's father. After knowing that Dahu's father named his son Dahu, in a meaning of "Tiger", he named his son "Baozi", in a similar meaning of "Panther". He hoped that they could be nominal brothers.

After arriving at Wu Dahu's yard, Qian Baozi put the tools on the ground and threw a hammer into his hand, saying with a smile, "Come on bro, it is our first time to cooperate!"+

After that, the two of them walked to the side of the manor wall in unison, brandishing their hammers and smashing the wall down a few times, then the manor wall collapsed.

Song Qinghan had been reminded by Wu Dahu to stay far away before they worked, so he could clearly witness the scene of the whole wall falling down.

It was quite a quick action for the two. After smashing the wall, they began to stir the mud while discussing the new location the wall should be.

Not long, the two who had discussed the matter began to build the new wall.

Song Qinghan watched a brand-new wall slowly take shape under their hands. That was amazing for him.

It was such a wonderful affair to build their house by their own hands in such an original way, without the modernized tools like reinforced concrete and other automatic machines.

However, it was not that kind of easy to build a house. It had already been dark after Wu Dahu and Qian Baozi finished the process of erupting the new wall.

Wu Dahu asked Qian Baozi to stay for a shared dinner, but Qian Bao waved his hand, saying, "My husband is still waiting for me. He is such a clingy boy. Same as your husband."

After he left, Wu Dahu took a close look at Song Qinghan. He tried to figure out the truth about what Qian Baozi said, HOW? Song Qinghan wasn't that clingy as he desribed. It was obvious that he always had such a mysterious appearance that could never be seen through. He couldn't be able to read out Song Qinghan's mind sometimes.

During their dinner time, Song Qinghan became more talkative than ever before. He pointed at the empty ground, imagining a scenario in his mind about the future.

"We can create an arable land here for planting some vegetation, such as carrots, cabbages, garlic, onions, gingers and so on. Upon the land, we can make a shelf, allowing the vines of white gourd and towel gourd entwining it upward and growing. At that time, we won't worry about the vegetable supply any more." said Song Qinghan.

"And then we can get an extra space for planting the tree of fructus momordicae. Under the tree, we will gain some specific soil for cultivating some mushrooms. How wonderful of that!" He continued to say.

"Oh, right. We can also plant some flowers or other aesthetic plants along the wall such as rose, peony and so on. That will totally be a wonderful decoration for our yard."

"…"

Seeing that Song Qinghan was talking about the plan of the yard without a pause and even forgot having the meal, Wu Dahu smiled with his eyes full of happiness. He nodded occasionally showing his agreement to Song Qinghan and kept every scene he had mentioned in mind.4

All the dishes had already cooled down since Song Qinghan regained his attention back to the meal. Wu Dahu helped him to warm the food again without any complaint, and then urged him, saying, "Finish your meal first. Then we can better plan for that."

Song Qinghan took up his bowl and started eating, but then he turned to another thought for a while and asked, "By the way, didn't you get any plan for the yard stuffs? If I occupy all the space in the yard, you won't get any personal space for yourself."

"A personal space?" asked Wu Dahu, he repeated it over and finally got the meaning of this word. He smiled and shook his head, answering, "Personal space isn't a requisite for me. It's my great satisfaction to stay with you."

His sudden answer with honeyed words was such a unpredicted surprise for Song Qinghan, which made Song Qinghan almost chocked himself from the meal.

"Mmm, then you don't even have some moments when you prefer to stay alone without other's disruption?"

Song Qinghan drank a mouthful of tea and asked in his curiosity.

After thinking for a while, Wu Dahu answered slowly in his hesitation, saying, "I do have, but when I get those moments, I prefer to go to the back mountain. It's a place with tranquility and freedom. It was also those moments making me enjoy the real 'loneliness' there."

Song Qinghan noticed some other emotions of sorrow and sadness in Wu Dahu's eyes, he knew he said something wrong again to remind the man of something bad. Then quickly changed the topic and asked, "Then… do you expect a family of a bunch of kids or just one?"

After that, it was Song Qinghan's turn to become rather depressed before Wu Dahu's reaction.

Until now, he still thought that Wu Dahu would treat him well because he was carrying his baby. When the child was born, he would be abandoned by Wu Dahu since he acted like a man of caprice and laziness.

At that time, even if Wu Dahu left him stay with benevolence, it would be hard to guarantee that he would get some other concubines or something. What would Wu Dahu's child have to do with him?

Wu Dahu glanced at him and knew exactly that he didn't really enjoy the feeling of being pregnant. He then said in hesitation, "Let's see. If possible, I would prefer a big family. But one is perfect too."

However, Song Qinghan was completely immersed in his fantasy. He only noticed the first words uttered by Wu Dahu, and completely ignored his last sentence.2

A big family?… A picture of the future came to Song Qinghan's mind, he saw that a group of Wu Dahu's concubines and children chasing up each other and playing games in the yard. He could only sleep in the corner with his stinky child and cry for nothing.6

Wu Dahu didn't know what words he said offended Song Qinghan. He saw that Song Qinghan finished his meal quickly and then went back to the room with a rage, leaving him alone standing there. He could do nothing but just shook his head with bitterness, and cleared up the table.

The next morning, Wu Dahu got up very early. He went directly to the yard, and was ready to move all the prepared materials into the yard, with an intention to take times on assembling them.

When Song Qinghan got out of the room stroking his eyes, a new bed featuring six feet in width appeared in front of him.

He couldn't help sitting on, saying with a happiness, "See how solid it is! It is a REAL wooden bed. If it was in the modern… it would be such a valuable thing!"

Although Wu Dahu didn't hear the place he mentioned clearly, he still shook his head, saying honestly, "It isn't that kind of expensive. Elm wood is not rare at all. People who knows some sorts of the craft skills and possesses an extra strength can make one."

Yeah, the crucial problem was that it was rather hard to find someone with a skilled craftsmanship and extra strength! Song Qinghan rolled his eyes thinking of that.

He now realized that Wu Dahu somehow was kind of diffident about his talent, which was probably related to his omnipotent father.

Wu Dahu had never compared himself to any other ordinary person, but only compared to his father, which showed that he was still doubtful over his ability. In that case, he would never know that from the other people's points of view, he was such a man of all-power.

After they finished their breakfast, Qian Baozi also came over with a countenance of refreshment.

Wu Dahu asked him with a smile, saying, "Any good news? Look at yourself of that bright smile!"

Seeing Song Qinghan entering the room, Qian Baozi held Wu Dahu's shoulder and said in a low voice, "My little bumpkin didn't let me leave early in the morning with rather intimate action. I had to satisfy him, you know."6

None of men wouldn't understand what he meant, but Wu Dahu was a little embarrassed. Obviously, he never got someone to share such an affair and talked like that.

Seeing the sullen look on his face, Qian Baozi didn't get the deal and whispered in Wu Dahu's ears, "Don't tell me that your husband never ask for that. Or is it because he is pregnant? Don't take that seriously! You can do whenever you want after his pregnancy after three months… hehe!"

Seeing Song Qinghan came out again, Wu Dahu coughed dryly with his face blushed. He pushed Qian Baozi away and said seriously, "It's time to work."

Seeing Qian Bao looked at Wu Dahu with a look of a faint hint, while Wu Dahu's face was kind of red-rimmed, Song Qinghan couldn't help but start to suspect.

Were they in a secret relationship? Although they were all men here, everything could happen here.7

Thinking about this, Song Qinghan looked at Qian Bao with precaution.

Qian Bao thought that Song Qinghan had heard their conversation, so he felt a little guilty with his eyes flickering while he was working.

Wu Dahu wasn't acting naturally either. Although the redness on his face had gone , he dared not to look at Song Qinghan. He just lowered his head and looked at the mud on the ground.

The strange reaction of these two people made Song Qinghan more suspicious. He angrily moved a small bench out and stared at their movements unblinkingly. As long as they were close, he coughed aiming to frighten them. These two poor men didn't even dare to speak under the pressure from Song Qinghan.

Wu Dahu and Qian Baozi didn't pull down the original house as they pulled down the wall yesterday in considering that the original one still kept a good shape. Instead, they built up a new one aside in the shape of "L", and combined to be an entire "U" shape together with the original one.1

When they finished almost half of the process, an uninvited guest showed up again.

It was Lin Dafu, who was showing up looking around outside the door. Song Qinghan felt quite annoyed and then walked over trying to close the door.

As Song Qinghan happened to close the door, Lin Dafu stretched his foot to block the corner, saying in impatience, "Han, I find you a doctor. Let us in!"

As he finished his words, he tried to stepped back a bit. An old man featuring long and white beard showed up out of Song Qinghan's expectation.

Song Qinghan stared at the old man in confusion but then looked at Lin Dafu, saying in grievance, "Are you insane? I would suggest that he should check you out."

However, he got a weaker strength than Lin Dafu that he couldn't even close the door trying his best while Lin Dafu resisted outside.

Noticing the disturbance over the door side, Wu Dahu cast a glance at Qian Bao and walked over.

"I TOLD YOU NOT COMING AGAIN!" warned Wu Dahu, he didn't show a mild attitude as yesterday, but somehow a bit hostile.

Hearing it was Wu Dahu coming over, Lin Dafu got his face rather sullen. He narrowed his eyes, saying, "You know that Han gets a bad health, and I get him a doctor now. Let him take a check and make a diagnosis and we'll leave."

Wu Dahu said with a rage, "I know better than you whether he gets a good health or not. Even if you want to find him, you have to ask me first."

"Oh, really?" asked Lin Dafu, he laughed with an emotion of somewhat satire, and then continued to uttered, "I've already heard that since Han got his memory loss, you never ever took him to see a doctor. Not even one time."3

Wu Dahu subconsciously glanced at Song Qinghan. Song Qinghan didn't expect that his casual words would become a way for Lin Dafu to humiliate Wu Dahu. He couldn't help but explain, "I got no pain, I got no illness. Why should I see a doctor?"

When facing to Song Qinghan, Lin Dafu got his expression tenderer, but still insisted on his plan, saying, "An amnesia is the case! By the way, you won't loss anything just for a check. If you really get something serious, we can give you a treatment. If not, at least we don't have to worry anymore."

After that, he looked at Wu Dahu and sneered, saying in a tone of sarcasm, "Or is there someone worried that if you're getting well and you will be less obedient?"

A coldness suddenly showed up on Wu Dafu's face. He gave up his resistance, saying, "I will respect the choice of Han."

Seeing that the two were looking at him at the same time, Song Qinghan was a bit hesitated. He waved his hand and said in an impatience, "Fine, fine. You'd better stop the childish action after the check!"

As soon as he finished his words, he stretched his hand out in front of the old man, mumbling and urging, "Hurry up. There's a lot of work ahead of us."

Seeing this, a trace of gloom flashed across Wu Dahu's eyes. On the other side, Lin Dafu nursed a arrogance showing on his face.

The white-bearded old man smiled and pointed to the inside room, motioning Song Qinghan to lay down in the bed for a further diagnosis. As Song Qinghan did so, he slowly moved a bench over and sat down, put down the medicine case on his body, took out the pad and put Song Qinghan's hand on the it. Then he began to take his pulse.

Seeing that the so-called doctor was checking seriously, Song Qinghan was no longer showing his impatience. He just quietly stared at the ceiling, waiting for the final diagnosis.

However, it took a long time for taking his pulse. As Song Qinghan waited, he couldn't help but got his mind wild.

What if something was really wrong and diagnosed by the doctor? What if he was cured, and in a result, the original possessor came back taking over the body? Or what if the doctor didn't find something wrong, but became suspicious about his real identity?

Wu Dahu, who was waiting aside, also had a worried look on his face. It seemed that no matter what the result was the doctor diagnosed, it wouldn't be a good one.

On the other hand, Lin Dafu spoke to the doctor in a pleased tone, saying, "Take it slow but serious, check the pulse carefully and see what happened."

After a long while, the doctor finally released his hand and let out a long sigh.

He stroked his long and white beard and said with a smile, "Childe Song used to get a ailing body, but now it seems to be getting better, but he still needs to take a good rest for recovering till a comprehensive health. As for the little baby, everything is just fine. From the intensive pulse of it, that's a such healthy and strong baby."

After this conclusion, he quickly packed up the things and stood up, and was ready to leave.

But then Lin Dafu showed his impatience. He stepped forward to stop the doctor and asked with a frowning look, saying, "Haven't you found out the reason why he got the memory loss? How didn't you check that out?"

The doctor seemed to be reminded from Lin Dafu's words, gushing, "Oh." He stroked his beard and explained, "It's quite a normal phenomenon for some femina males when they are in their pregnancies. And in this situation, we can't even diagnose it through the pulse. Everything will be fine after he give birth to the baby. Don't worry!"

The final conclusion got Lin Dafu a mixed feeling, with the his countenance showing an unknown emotion. But finally he had to compromise, and leaf together with the doctor.3

Although Wu Dahu had guessed this result for the diagnosis, since he heard the words from the doctor by his own, he felt somehow sorrow.

As expected, Song Qinghan would become back as before after giving birth. No one could tell if it boded ill or well.

But one thing was sure enough, if Song Qinghan regained his memories, he would never treat Lin Dafu like a stranger like this.

As for Song Qinghan, he just felt somehow relieved after the diagnosis, he got off the bed with relaxation.

Thanks to the "Principle of Abnormalities in Pregnancy" which was rather odd and traditional theory for a doctor from a modern world. As for the explanation after giving birth, he had already come up with an idea.

He could explain that he felt happier than before, and would never be willing to recall something happened in the past. As for whether he had "regained his memories", who would know? It was impossible for others to see through his mind and check out whether he was laying or not.

He walked over and patted Wu Dahu on the shoulder, saying with a big smile, "Don't get yourself such a sorrow face. See? I am alright! He must have given up this time and won't come again!"

Wu Dahu wasn't that kind of optimistic. He just barely pulled the corner of his mouth and pretended to smile, and went out to work.

When he reached the yard and noticed that the process was still at its pause and nothing had changed, he knew that Qian Baozi had just slacked off.

As expected, as soon as he drew near, Qian Bao spoke in a lower voice, saying, "Is that Childe Lin? What happened to him? Was he regretted now? He is trying to take his ex back?"

Wu Dahu was upset thinking about other annoying things and nodded without hearing his words.

Qian Bao slapped his thigh and said in his anger, "What a bastard he is! So he gets so capricious on marriage, and treat it as a joke? Who does he think he is? An Emperor?"3

After saying these words, he felt a little worried and then continued to say in hesitation, "Then…How does your husband think of that? Is he willing to go back? It is a truth that the Lin Family is such an affluent one here, but if he go back to that mansion, he probably can be just a concubine. If he still choose to stay with you, at least he gets the center position. It isn't a hard choice for him."

Seeing that Wu Dahu was silent, he thought the result was not good, and then he gritted his teeth and said, "How callous he is! He gets such a short-term view! How can he give up a man like you? He will be regretted some days."

"What regretted?" shouted Song Qinghan.

He stared at the two in a strange way who were stood there stationary, trying to figured something out from the odd gestures of them.

Qian Bao glanced at Wu Dahu, coughed softly and laughed, saying, "No, nothing. Brother Dahu, let's continue our work. Everything will be fine!"

As if he was trying to erect an active role model for Wu Dahu, he quickly pressed the new house with new mud, and in a while, he finished another half.

Wu Dahu finally came to his equanimity and then turned over to Song Qinghan, saying, "Go inside and take a rest. Here is full of dust, it's not good for you to stay."

Seeing that Wu Dahu's eyes were intentionally avoiding him, Song Qinghan knew that this man got something in his mind again. He wanted to ask him the reason, but it was rather inappropriate since there was another guy here. He could only go back to the room with a grievance and tried to indulged himself with the fruit tea for cooling down his internal heat.

At noon, the first new house was finally built.

After Wu Dahu went into the kitchen to cook his meal, Qian Baozi had already gone when he went out. Probably, Qian Baozi intended to go back home for lunch and found a chance to slip away.

When there were only two people left, nothing but awkwardness permeated in the room. Song Qinghan suddenly put his chopsticks on the bowl, saying in his equanimity, "Are you worried that when I regain my memories, we won't get along that well like these days?"

Wu Dahu said no words, but his expression on his face had already given the answer, "Indeed".

Song Qinghan knocked on the bowl with his chopsticks trying to draw his attention. He then said with a funny tone, "Forget about my memories loss, let's talk about us these days. Aren't we getting along quite well? I know you treat me good and I keep them all in my mind. Let's say maybe I will look at you with quite different eyes after my memories come back to me. Don't try to make yourself suffer such a bad deals. You're still young, don't frown and be like an old man!"

Although Wu Dahu didn't agree all with his words, he was still amused by his last words and raised his eyebrows, saying, "Am I young? I am three years older than you!"

It was not an easy-to-answer question for Song Qinghan, he just took up his bowl in silence. If it should be taken seriously, and used his own age in the modern world, he should be older than Wu Dahu.

Fortunately, he was now the younger one.

After the two finished their meal, it seemed that Wu Dahu had regained his mood, while the atmosphere between them returned to its harmony. When Qian Baozi came, the two once again became soft and sweet with each other.

Without Lin Dafu's disturbance in the afternoon, Wu Dahu and Qian Baozi became more efficient. In less than an hour, another house was built.

Not only that, considering that they probably would need a place for drying the fruits and other ingredients such as illicium verums, Wu Dahu asked Qian Baozi to help build a new outdoor hearth in a wider and bigger size.

Before Qian Baozi left, he realized something and suddenly turned his head and asked Wu Dahu, "You don't have a heatable brick bed, do you?"

Wu Dahu was stunned and nodded, answering, "Yes, I'm not afraid of coldness, so…"

Qian Baozi then put all his stuffs down and said with a tone of warning, "Oh well, I know you are not, but how about your husband and the upcoming child?"

Seeing he began to prepare the material for building a heatable brick bed, Wu Dahu also hurriedly went into the room and drew out the place he wanted to make.

Song Qinghan looked at it for a while and said in confusion, "Since you want to build a heatable brick bed, how about the bed you made these days?"

Wu Dahu shook his head and explained, saying, "The heatbale brick bed is only for the winter. It's better to sleep on the bed when it's not cold, especially for people like you who gets a weak body."

Song Qinghan nodded as if he understood. In modern world, he came from the Southern part, so he had never seen such a thing since he was young, let alone sleep on it.