On that day, the weather was good, so Uncle Hua couldn't stay at home anymore. Instead, he went up the mountain with a hoe to hoe the weeds in the field. When passing by the door of Shaoqiu's house, Uncle Hua found Xiaohua standing in front of Shaoqiu's house with a charming smile on her face, but he didn't know why she was staying here.
When Uncle Hua walked past Shaoqiu's house, he met Xiaohua. He originally wanted to talk to her, but he hesitated. After spitting, he went up the mountain with his hoe.
Uncle Hua, who was staying on this mountain, was very angry at this moment. Who was his daughter, and who was Shaoqiu? He dared to have evil intentions towards his daughter. When he thought of these things, he couldn't help but feel angry. At this time, there were roars one after another, and the rocks on the mountain flew up one after another amidst the roars, and continued to fall in the sky.
At this time, I was not in the mood to hoe the ground, so I just sat on a rock, crying miserably, thinking about how rich my family was and how prosperous my life was, but now I want my precious daughter to marry this Shaoqiu. . Thinking of Shaoqiu, Hua Bo thought of the broken door in his house. At this time, the broken door had not yet been repaired. Looking at the deserted village, who else lived in such a dilapidated house?
Apart from this Shaoqiu, I really couldn't find another family, but my daughter had lost her mind at this time and insisted on gathering in front of this Shaoqiu's house. Could it be that she wanted to hook up with him and commit adultery? Thinking of this, all thoughts were lost for a moment. I have only been a daughter in my life, and her virtues are like this. What is the point of my hard work?
While thinking this, I simply stopped working, why not sing folk songs on this mountain. After thinking about it for a while, I really lay down on a stone, and the sunshine was really warm and comfortable. He was lying on the rock at this time, feeling quite happy and feeling a sense of revenge. Anyway, his life was not good, so he might as well sleep on this mountain.
Not only that, the flower uncle also went to his own field at this time. This was a watermelon field. Although the watermelons had produced fruits, they had not grown yet. They were only as big as a bowl. They were definitely not mature inside. If you cut them open, they would appear. It must be extremely white.
And this Uncle Hua didn't care about so much at this time. Anyway, this was already a run-down family. Even his daughter was not making progress. He was struggling day and night. What a waste of effort? Besides, if I keep working hard like this and become a millionaire one day, and this Shaoqiu comes to ask me for money, will I give it to him or not?
When thinking about this, Uncle Hua's mood was understandable. At this time, he walked into his watermelon field and aimed at a watermelon. Although the watermelon was big, it was definitely not yet ripe. Uncle Hua didn't care about it at this time. Uncharacteristically, he unscrewed the watermelon forcefully.
This was the largest melon in his field, and it was immature. But the flower uncle didn't care. He cut it open and saw that it was indeed a vast white mass. At this time, he didn't eat it, but threw it into the sky and struck it stupidly. Haha, it seems that doing this is retaliating against God. Who told God to be so unfair to me?
However, after doing this, Uncle Hua felt very distressed. He picked up the white melon, held it in his palm, and kept protecting it. He cried out like a treasure and used a piece of grass to piece the broken watermelon back together. Together, they then moved to the melon base and wrapped it in mud, hoping that the watermelon would survive. While doing so, they kept shedding tears. I cried so hard that I almost fainted.
Hua Bo cried like this for a while, and then he lay down on the rock again. Seeing that the sun was about to set, he reluctantly opened his eyes, got up, walked into the fields, and started working with a hoe.
When the sun set, Uncle Hua could no longer stay on the mountain, so he carried the hoe and walked to his house.
At this time, Xiaohua was still standing in front of the door of Shaoqiu's house, holding a book in her hand. She thought the book was quite beautiful, so she wanted to send this book to Shaoqiu's hands. However, because Shaoqiu was afraid of Uncle Hua, he did not dare to accept the book, but he could not resist Xiaohua's kindness. For a while, he stood in front of his own house, really in a dilemma, not knowing where to go.
"Just hold this book. My dad won't beat you. What are you afraid of?" Xiaohua said.
"This..." Shaoqiu hesitated for a moment. It was not good to take other people's things for no reason, but it was not easy to refuse the little girl's kindness.
"Just take it," Xiaohua said. "If you don't take it, I won't study."
Seeing this, Shaoqiu had nothing to say, so he had to take the book that Xiaohua sent. At this moment, Uncle Hua came forward. He was very angry, grabbed the book, and threw it. on the ground, and then used this hoe to dig a few times. Seeing that the book was in a state of dilapidation, Uncle Hua picked up the hoe and was about to leave. However, after walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered that this book could be used to wipe his butt in the future, so he turned around and faced the shabby book. He walked over to the book, wiped the dirt off it, and put it in his pocket.
Faced with this sudden change, Shaoqiu couldn't say anything at this time. He just stood in front of the dilapidated house and let the flower uncle spit in his face. While wiping the saliva from his face, he walked towards his house and was about to close the door, but before he could get over his anger, the uncle used the hoe to dig into the dilapidated door.
When Uncle Hua pulled the hoe down from the dilapidated door, the door was no longer a door. Not to mention that it couldn't stop people, not even a gust of wind could stop it. And there are murderous robbers in this deserted village, and how can this dilapidated goalkeeper face him?
Xiaohua was already crying at this time, but she didn't dare to do anything to her father, and she didn't dare to open her eyes to see her father knocking on the door of the house. When she left with her eyes closed, she already had no hope of life.
And this Shaoqiu was facing this sudden accident. How could a scholar have the ability to face it? He just endured it silently. Otherwise, what could he do?
At night, Shao Qiufu sat in his dilapidated house, and the broken door could not block the wind at this time. And for some unknown reason, a strong wind blew up outside. The strong wind roared past, and the deserted village could be said to be filled with sand and stones. Many stones really swept over and hit Shaoqiu's body. Although it hurt, But what can be done?
Amidst the flying sand and stones, Shaoqiu stayed alone in this house, while somewhere in the deserted village, screams were heard, as if a big disaster was coming.
"The robbers are coming. Hide in your house quickly, otherwise you will be killed." Someone said.
For a moment, someone was screaming, and among the screams, the robber's rough laughter could be heard. And how does Shaoqiu feel when facing this alone?
He couldn't do anything. He wanted to escape, but there was nowhere to hide under this dilapidated door. If you wanted to die, just die. Anyway, he didn't want to live anymore. He could use the hands of this robber to kill him, but he would save himself. Take action.
In this dusty sky, someone walked over. This person was none other than Xiaohua. She was carrying a door at this time. She probably took down her own door and sent it to Shaoqiu Gate. He stepped forward, trying to shield Shaoqiu from the dust and the robber's knife.
Shaoqiu was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but feel sorry for the little flower. When he looked back at the little flower, it had already gone far away. At this time, it was submerged in a piece of dust and was no longer visible.
After a while, Shaoqiu stayed in the house and heard a knife slashing at the door of his house. The sound was like a ghost, which made Shaoqiu tremble all over. No need to ask, this was the robber's knife. But I don’t know why he slashed his door with a knife for no reason. What was his intention?
Shaoqiu was at a loss for a moment.
