Later, he wanted to relax and see if he could fight with the help of external force, so he came here all the way.
Who knows, just put down the luggage not long ago, saw in front of the butcher's stand that scene.
As a former tavern shopkeeper, he was sensitive to the fact that Wu Dahu's seasoning could change his fate now, so there was the previous thing.
But if song QingHan didn't invite him, he would probably go back tomorrow, because he had enough money left for him to take part in the military test.
His current idea is very extreme. If he doesn't succeed, he will become benevolent. If he can't beat that restaurant at one stroke, he would rather die.
After listening to the story of the original boshu, song QingHan finally understood why he was so abnormal when he mentioned the man who deliberately went to the military examination to die.
It turned out that he almost became one of them, so he could understand the despair.
After the three returned home, Wu Dahu went to cook. Song QingHan cleaned up the room. After the original uncle put his luggage, he walked around the yard.
He recognized the onion, ginger and garlic planted in the front yard, but could not recognize the Siraitia grosvenorii and cumin planted in the backyard.
However, although he was eager for knowledge, he did not ask questions rashly.
If those things that he can't recognize are the "magic weapon" of Wu Dahu, he asks, are they good answers? Or not?
And even if he doesn't continue to ask questions, it will inevitably make Wu Dahu think that he has "known" their secret. When the time comes, let alone sell him the seasoning, it will be good not to "kill people and kill people".
After Wu Dahu cooked the food, he still sent it to Lord Qin before he came back to eat.
When yuan boshu ate the barbecue with cumin, he almost bit off his tongue.
He had been so excited that he wanted to describe the beauty of the barbecue with 10000 words. However, he found that Wu Dahu and song QingHan were calm. In order not to stand out, he had to suppress the excitement in his heart and continue to eat the meat in silence.
But when he changed a kind of meat, he found that it was another special taste. Finally, he couldn't help sighing: "you are really happy. You can eat such a good taste every day. If I had eaten this flavor earlier, maybe I would not have done anything stupid."
Song QingHan laughed and comforted, "so there must be a way to the front of the mountain. If you don't live well, who knows what you can eat in the future? Why punish yourself for the mistakes of others
"Punish yourself for the mistakes of others?"
The original Bo Shu murmured again, put down the chopsticks, and solemnly said, "listening to your words is better than reading ten years' books! I'd like to propose a toast to both of you
He picked up the bowl on the side and drank all the sugar cans and wine in one breath.
Wu Dahu also drank all the wine in the bowl. Song QingHan thought that he would change the medicine for Lord Qin in the afternoon. He only took a sip and tasted the taste.
When the original book put down the bowl, the surprise in his eyes was even worse, and he could not speak clearly.
"Why is this wine so sweet? It's not as bitter as any other wine
He looked at Wu Dahu and song QingHan, just like looking at the immortals, as if they would ascend to heaven in the next second.
Song QingHan explained with tears and laughter: "this is made from sugar cans, which can neutralize the bitterness and astringency of the wine, and release its own sweetness into the wine. If it is kept longer, the taste will be better."
Yuan boshu shook his head with emotion, and said with admiration: "I really can't imagine what it will be like to keep it longer. If it's convenient, can you sell me two jars of sugar jar wine when I leave?"
Song QingHan thought for a while, embarrassed way: "can be, but I'm afraid to bubble for you, you take back to put a while to drink."
Yuan boshu quickly waved his hand and comforted him, "yes, it's normal to let it go for a while. I still have the wine I brewed ten years ago, and I haven't drunk any of it. So you can rest assured that I won't steal it in advance."
Song QingHan smiles and thinks that if the original book had not suffered this disaster, he must have been a very interesting person.
After dinner, song QingHan helped Wu Dahu change his medicine and went to the house of Lord Qin with his original uncle book.
After all, it is a bit impolite to stay in someone else's house, even if others don't mind. In particular, what he has to do is sensitive.
Lord Qin looks much better than before, even Xiaoning also showed a smile when he saw them.
Song QingHan looked at the leg of Lord Qin, and the wound basically healed and began to scab slowly.
As for the instrument, there are no signs of bone fracture that can be measured accurately.
Seeing that song QingHan's face was pretty good, Lord Qin knew that his wound was recovering well. He couldn't help asking, "big tiger husband, can I get out of bed now? Staying in bed all the time, I feel my waist is going to be wasted. "
Song QingHan pondered for a moment and said slowly, "it's OK to walk, but the walking time every day can't exceed one stick of incense."What can a stick of incense do? It's nothing more than walking on two circles in the courtyard, but Lord Qin is very satisfied. He repeatedly nods his head and says, "OK, OK, a stick of incense will do."
Xiao Ning took a look at Mr. Qin, considered his words for a while, and asked tentatively, "when can you walk well?"
Lord Qin waved his hand and said, "it's OK. You'll recover slowly when you're old. After two years, you can't walk."
Song QingHan laughed and raised his eyebrows: "who told you that you can't walk after two years? As long as you take good care of your leg injury, I promise you will still be alive and kicking in two years, but I'm afraid it will take you a month or two to recover. "
Hearing this, Mr. Qin was stunned and laughed. He seemed to think that song QingHan was too exaggerated, but he still chose to believe him and nodded: "good! Then I will take care of you for two months! It's just that you don't have to deliver this meal any more. Your delivery time is coming. I can't do a lot of things in my family. I know how to take care of myself. Otherwise, how did I get over the previous days? Do you think so? "
Xiaoning also followed: "yes, and I, my father and they go out, this period of time no one cares about me, I can help Qin ah Ye cook here!"
Song QingHan and Wu Dahu look at each other, but they don't know what to do.
Finally, Wu Dahu clapped his hands and said, "OK, we won't send it. If you need anything, just come to us!"
Yuan boshu looked at it and understood what was going on. His evaluation of Wu Dahu and Wu Dahu was even higher than before. He almost regarded them as living bodhisattvas.
On the way back, the original book asked song QingHan curiously: "Song Gongzi, are you a doctor?"
It's no wonder that when he saw the picture of song QingHan helping Mr. Qin see a doctor, he asked again. After all, no one who was a doctor was as poor as the poor family in song and Qing Dynasty. Although he renovated the courtyard, he could still see that he was not rich.
Song QingHan has always regarded himself as a doctor who is half a scholar. Therefore, he directly shakes his head and says, "it doesn't count. It can only be said that he knows something about it."
Yuan boshu sighed and said slowly, "my son has always wanted to learn medical skills. How can I find all the major medical institutions? No one is willing to accept him. If Mr. Song is also a doctor, maybe I can let my son take a chance, but it's a pity..."
Song QingHan's heart moved. He didn't expect that someone would send a pillow when he just came to sleep.
He just thought about taking an apprentice a while ago. Today, someone sent him to his house. If he didn't seize this opportunity, he would be sorry for himself.
So he said decisively: "although I only know a little about medical skills, if I learn to learn, it can also benefit the common people. If you don't dislike it, you can have a try!"
The original uncle was stunned. After his reaction, he was overjoyed and said, "I don't dislike it. If my son knows this news, I'll be so happy that I can't sleep!"
Song QingHan pondered for a while that it was not an easy thing to accept the apprentice. What's more, he hoped that his apprentice could stay with him for a long time. If the son of the original uncle Shu finished learning the skill, he could not help it.
So he asked, "how old is your son?"
A flicker of hesitation flashed on the face of the original boshu, and said slowly: "I'm eight years old this year. Although I missed the best time to learn medicine, he has a good memory, and he really loves medical skills. He will not fail to live up to the expectations of young master song!"
Song QingHan was shocked and confirmed: "only eight years old?"
The original boshu thought that song QingHan was just like the doctor he had been looking for. He hated his son for being too old. He was trying to explain. Suddenly, song QingHan said "Cai". He was stunned and nodded: "yes, he is only eight years old."
Song QingHan hesitated for a moment and frowned: "can you remember those complicated pharmacological knowledge so small? Besides, should he go to school now? "
Song Han, as long as I can't read the books, I can't remember how to go to school, but I can't remember how to study Repeat it. "
Song QingHan nodded thoughtfully and continued to ask: "learning medicine is not an overnight thing. Even if the principle is clear, it also needs a lot of practice to consolidate the knowledge he has learned. Therefore, the young master needs to stay with me for five years or even longer. Would you like it?"
The original boshu didn't even think about it. He replied, "yes! Of course! No matter where I go to study medicine, it will take ten years or eight years. Don't worry, Mr. Song. I won't hold my son back! "
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