A Western Doctor’s Happy Farming Life[1] chapter 97

It was not until the sunlight beamed in through the windows did the two woke up naturally. They got up, put on their shoes and when he got to the kitchen they found that breakfast was already served. Yuan Wenxuan was not only a talent on learning but on caring people, Wu Dahu and Song Qinghan appreciated much for that. They enjoyed the breakfast, and then headed to the mountain.

With the experience of the last time they entered the mountain, they did not take it so long to find the place where monk fruits and the row materials of seasoning grew.

Considering that he still owed Old Zhu and Old Man Gao a debt, Song Qinghan had asked Wu Dahu to make him a customized basket in a larger volume in advance. In that case, they were able to carry more fruits than ever.

Ever since the wound on his lower abdomen had healed, he started to exercise consciously. Although he was still not fit to show a candle to Wu Dahu, he got much stronger than before. At least biceps could be seen on his arms right now.

With that thought, he suddenly reached out and pinched Wu Dahu’s biceps, he drooped with emotional combination of envy and complacency.

Why he got envy was that Wu Dahu’s body had always maintained so well, and because of his martial arts practice, he seemed to have a tendency to develop in a better build. Why he got complacency was that such a good body all belonged to him alone.

But when would it be the right time for him to enjoy such a body? As his mind went wilder and wilder, Song Qinghan stood there, giggling.

Wu Dahu noticed the envy flashing in Song Qinghan’s eyes. He smiled and said indulgently, “Do you want to learn something about martial skills? I can teach you a set of pugilistic skills, and you can practice when you’re free.”

Song Qinghan got his eyes lit up all of a sudden and then he nodded vigorously. And then he recalled the words Wu Dahu said yesterday, adding, “Didn’t you say that you are practicing something called halberd? Teach me that one!”

He got no great strength as Wu Dahu did, and even if he got a profound pugilistic skills, he would definitely get beaten if he got the chance to fight with someone in close combat. But situation would be totally different if he could grab a weapon in hands for the sake of his craftsmanship. He got unique advantage that he didn’t even need to get himself closer to his enemy.

Obviously Wu Dahu had considered something like that too, he nodded vigorously and then picked up two round-headed sticks on the ground, delivered one of them to Song Qinghan, saying, “Keep your eyes on me.”

Wu Dahu got into the groove of moving as his expression became solemn all of a sudden. He was wholly absorbed in his world moving smoothly with the stick in hand, while his movements were like a floating clouds and flowing water, which made Song Qinghan be overwhelmed with dizziness catching the sight. And then it was an excitement emerged on his face, and he acclaimed clapping his hands.

Being a martial hero should be a dream of every single man, at least Song Qinghan shared the same one. Although Wu Dahu’s previous pugilistic techniques are quite powerful, they are unstructured and unaesthetic. And all he got was just a brute strength aiming to kill the enemies. Well, it would be not suitable for Song Qinghan to learn such a skill.

But after witnessing the whole set of movements, Song Qinghan not only rekindled the martial arts dream in his mind, but also gained a new understanding of Wu Dahu’s martial arts talent.

Wu Dahu possessed a calm temper himself, and every day he came back home from the Martial Club, he would confess that he hadn’t done a good job. So Song Qinghan would think that such a martial skill was quite a difficult task for Wu Dahu. But from what he could see from the current situation, it was quite promising and amazing for Wu Dahu to make the movements so smooth without a solid foundation.

Wu Dahu smiled big as he noticed Song Qinghan’s eyes were full of admiration, and then he said with a redden face, “I might get my movement too fast? Now I will show you the slow version.”

This was not a martial club, and Song Qinghan was not an apprentice who needed to participate in the tournament. Therefore, He Wenli’s “just show it once” method would definitely not work here. Since he got a day-off today, he got plenty of time to be a guide here and he could show the movements more times until Song Qinghan was able to get the root idea of it.

After watching Wu Dahu’s second demonstration seriously, Song Qinghan put Little Shitou into Wu Dahu’s arms, while raising the round stick in his other hand and shouting, “I’m coming, watch out!”

With a stun, Wu Dahu didn’t know what Song Qinghan meant by shouting like that, he just took a few steps backward obediently while protecting Little Shitou using his big palm.

At the moment when Song Qinghan used the round-headed stick to “attack” Wu Dahu the third round, Wu Dahu finally figured why Song Qinghan would mentioned “Watch out!” by that.

Although he didn’t have any expectations for Song Qinghan’s talent in martial arts training, what amazed him the most was that Song Qinghan couldn’t even grab the stick successfully, he just came to console, saying, “It’s okay, stay and practice more. I’ll go pick the fruits first.”

He thought probably it was because Song Qinghan was tense being stared when he was doing something new. That was why he would recommend to leave him alone. But he didn’t intend to go far but just lingered around.

After Wu Dahu left, Song Qinghan calmed himself down slowing down the movement waving the stick in the air. And finally he succeeded finishing the whole set of the movements. Though the imitation was quite clumsy and awkward, he still made a great progress.

Excitement filled in his mind all of a sudden, and then he became more energetic as if he was wholly possessed, repeating the movements in an escalating speed. And finally, he was able to imitate Wu Dahu’s pace either.

When he swung the round-headed stick again because of a mistake, he realized that it was already noon. His hands were trembling in the imperceptibly, probably it was because of the excessive strength he had applied in this practice.

Wu Dahu had filled his pack with all what they needed, he stood silently aside Song Qinghan and watched him taking movements. Finally, he walked out at the moment Song Qinghan took a pause, praising, “You’re quite good learning it! I think you must be better than me within months.”

Without hesitation, Song Qinghan nodded, saying proudly, “Sure I will! And at that time we can compete with each other using the halberd. Let’s see if your weapon is harder or mine.”

Wu Dahu was stunned hearing that, he stood stiffly there while he got his face blushed all of a sudden. He hurriedly looked away and coughed lightly, “If there’s nothing else, let’s go back now. Little Shitou should be hungry.”

Seeing that Wu Dahu’s expression was unnatural, Song Qinghan realized that there was an ambiguity in his words. He got blushed all of a sudden and then carried the basket his own, he rushed out the woods hurriedly without even glancing at Wu Dahu.

Wu Dahu, who followed behind, took out a hairstick from his arms and looked at it carefully. After hesitating for a moment, he mustered up his courage and quickly followed Song Qinghan’s footsteps. He grabbed Song Qinghan’s hand all of a sudden and put the hairpin in his hand, saying in an unnatural tone, “This, this little gadget… take it.”

Song Qinghan was actually in all excitement when he was pulled by hand, he thought that this man with “Wooden Brain” finally was finally enlightened. But he didn’t expect that Wu Dahu would let go of his hand leaving just a bald stick. He was quite disappointed at all but still a bit moved by Wu Dahu’s words.

He picked up the wooden hairstick and observed it carefully. With surprise, he said, “Is… Is it that hairstick with hollow-sided design?”

This was not the first time he met the hairstick. This hairstick reminded him of the one Lin Dafu sent him for the “Goodbye” meanings, that one was designed with hollow sides too.

Obviously, it could be seen from Wu Dahu’s expression that he recalled the day either, he got his eyebrows sank, and then lowered his voice, saying, “Alright, I made it my own long before, but I missed the chance to give it to you all the time…”

He would never forget the outbreak of disharmony between them because of that experience of sentencing. And he actually intended to throw the hairstick in the woods when all the negative thoughts just overwhelmed him that time. Now he was never going to figure out the intention that time why he would choose to tuck it back into his side pocket instead of throwing it. And after that, he experienced the bad hurt by a giant bear, the trip to acquire the fur, Qinghan’s delivery an so on, everything in the ensuing course just packed into Wu Dahu’s life while he was never able to get a chance to take that hairstick out again. It was not until Song Qinghan mentioned about the artificial stuff did he realize the existence of it.

Fortunately, the raw wood he chose to make the hairstick was actually of good quality. Even if he didn’t take any protection for it, it still kept its original look.

Song Qinghan was stunned at first, but then he was tense, he quickly reached out to remove the jade one on his hair and try to insert the wooden one within. He fumbled struggling to find a right place to put it on but failed and almost got his scalp pricked with the tip.

Wu Dahu suddenly reached out and covered Song Qinghan’s flustering hands. With a strength, he succeeded inserting the hairstick on Song Qinghan’s hair. He took a while to admire Song Qinghan’s delicate face decorated with that simple yet matching hairstick, and then an indulgent smile emerged on his face as he came to praise, “YOU’RE AMAZINGLY BEAUTIFUL.”

Song Qinghan then smiled back with a pair of curved eyes while Wu Dahu still held his hands, he nodded happily, saying bashfully, “IT IS beautiful.”

There came a gust of northern wind, blowing the two in an extreme coldness. But the two of them seemed to know nothing about it, they smiled big there as if the scorching sun of June had made the wind died away.

Suddenly, Little Shitou burst into crying as if he was protesting that the “Moving Basket” where he lay had stopped for quite a long time. The crying sound waken the two from their loving moment. And they put away everything in pack getting ready to back home. it seemed that the day Song Qinghan could finally enjoy the six packs was coming soon…

After they returned home, the two of them cooperated with each other and processed all the raw materials of seasoning, monk fruits and lemons, and separated the ones belonging to Zhu Mansion and Gao Mansion into unique packs. And then Wu Dahu sent the packs to them respectively while getting the rest in their own shop hidden in the alley.

Night fell as everything was done. Yuan Wenxuan came back with an expression of shilly-shally.

Song Qinghan found out the details lingering on Yuan Wenxuan’s face, and then he pulled the boy over, asking in curiosity, “What’s wrong? Why the long face? Did other fellows bully you?”

Well, it was quite normal that anyone who pursued his study would inevitably be excluded and targeted, more or less. Take Song Qinghan himself as an example, when he was in his internship, he did encounter some “Senior Fellow Brothers” who made no attempt to make progress but resorted any possible means to set the others up, or some “Senior Fellow Sisters” who tried to build a solid relationship with their leaders instead of their patients using unscrupulous tactics. So, if Yuan Wenxuan really got bullied by the others, he had so many experiences to share.

However, Yuan Wenxuan just shook his head vigorously, frowning and saying, “No no, Doctor Shi just told me that he will go for a trip for visiting patients. He asked me if I would love to go with him, I got no idea about that.”