A Western Doctor's Happy Farming Life

Chapter 17 The Ex-Husband

Translator: LiamHW

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!”

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.

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.

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.

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

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.”

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.

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.

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.

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”.

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.

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!”