When Shaoqiu saw Uncle Hua like this, he was already furious and wanted to argue with him about what kind of virtue he really had. However, since Nianzai Huabo is already involved with the prince, wouldn't it be unwise to compete with him now? So Shaoqiu pretended not to see it, just lowered his head and lay in the grass pulling at weeds.
After Hua Bo finished pulling, he pulled a handful of grass and wiped his butt clean, smiled at Shaoqiu, patted his butt, and left. Shaoqiu still had to find a way to straighten the watermelon, but seeing that the watermelon was already so dirty, he had to wait for a heavy rain. After the heavy rain, everything would be clean.
Uncle Hua was on the mountain at this time. He walked to the edge of his field and looked at the weeds all over the ground. He didn't know how to pick at the weeds. It seemed that it had nothing to do with him. He lay down on a stone and almost fell asleep. . After a good sleep, he took out a bottle of wine and wanted to invite Shaoqiu to have a drink together. But how could Shaoqiu be willing to drink on the mountain? Time waits for no one, so you have to work quickly, otherwise, If the watermelon harvest is not good, what can we sell in Lu Town?
After drinking for a while, Uncle Hua seemed a little drunk. At this time, he looked at his watermelons and saw these fist-sized watermelons rolling in the grass, and the watermelon leaves were extremely small. It seemed that this year's watermelon harvest was There was no hope. Fortunately, he has a prince, otherwise, his family would have to drink from the northwest wind. However, when I saw that Shaoqiu's watermelons were still thriving even though they had been trampled by me and even set a fire in the melon field, I couldn't help but get a little angry.
"Damn it, isn't this comparing me to my watermelon? Once people know it, especially if the prince sees it and thinks he is a fool, in this case, he will definitely not want Xiaohua, and then I can What should I do?" Hua Bo's face was flushed at this time, and he walked to the edge of Shaoqiu's field angrily. He took a look at the biggest watermelon. Without saying hello to Shaoqiu, he swept it with his kick and smashed it. Smashed.
However, due to excessive force and a bit of drunkenness, he fell on Shaoqiu's melon field. He felt that it was very comfortable to lie on this melon field, so he rolled on it. Just rolling around like this, not to mention how happy I am. Being able to ruin this Shaoqiu's melon field is a sign of my own abilities, right? So, he laughed while rolling around. As long as he persisted for a while, the watermelons in the field would be out of shape. Not to mention that they would not be able to compare with his own watermelons, and the harvest might even stop.
Shaoqiu watched Uncle Hua rolling around in his melon field, and of course he couldn't blame him. He knew that he was drunk, so he couldn't do anything to him for the moment. In addition, he had the prince's support, let alone rolling around, he would just cut himself. One knife, wouldn't it be necessary to take it? However, wallowing like this is definitely not an option. After all, I still have to grow the watermelon, but I am watching him ruining my watermelon without even farting. Is this what a man does?
Seeing that the watermelon that I had worked so hard to grow was crushed and broken into pieces, and who would want to eat this white flesh? Shaoqiu was really furious, but after thinking about Xiaohua, a small impatience would mess up a big plan. What could be done to him?
Shaoqiu had no choice but to follow Uncle Hua, but he saw him rolling and laughing. The tears on Shaoqiu's face kept rolling down the field, but could his own tears really fertilize the field and make the watermelons grow bigger and rounder? ? Not necessarily.
In the big field that Hua Bo had made a mess, he saw Shaoqiu rolling over. He carefully straightened the watermelon seedlings, and then inserted a relatively strong stick into the soil. At first glance, it looked like Go up and you won't fall down for a while. However, when a gust of wind passed by, the raised seedlings fell down one after another, and looking far away, Uncle Hua actually ate his own watermelon seedlings.
"This is inedible." Shaoqiu stepped forward to persuade him, but he didn't dare to say it too harshly. He was afraid that if he offended him, it would be difficult to live in a deserted village, let alone explain to Xiaohua.
"Yeah, it's delicious and fragrant." Hua Bo said with a smile.
After Hua Bo ate one, maybe he really felt that the seedlings were fragrant? Otherwise, why would he have torn off a large bundle in the melon field in Shaoqiu, put it on his shoulders, quietly walked to the edge of his field, spread it on the ground, and fell asleep again for a while.
Shaoqiu followed him at this time. He originally wanted to scold his mother. Is there such a thing as bullying someone? However, seeing Uncle Hua's face flushed, he didn't dare to do anything for a moment. He might be drunk. Otherwise, why would he do such a despicable thing?
At this time, Shaoqiu was afraid that Uncle Hua would catch a cold, so he simply took off one of his coats and covered Uncle Hua's body. The wind on this mountain was really strong. If this continued, he would definitely catch a cold in a short time. After Shaoqiu finished doing this, he returned to his own land. It didn't matter if he lost some. He could still get a good harvest by repairing the undamaged ones.
After a while, Uncle Hua woke up and looked at the setting sun in the west. He saw that the sun was no longer shining brightly, so it was time to call it a day. And when he looked under him, he realized that he had pulled such a large bundle of watermelon seedlings from somewhere. It was okay, so he stood up and looked around. He knew that they came from the Shaoqiu melon field, so he walked to Shaoqiu. Next to him, when he looked at Shaoqiu, he found that his face was already filled with sorrow, and tears were rolling down one by one.
"What did I do at this time? I drank today. My dear nephew, I have offended you so much. Please don't worry about me. I will find a way to compensate you in the future. Do you agree?" Hua Bo looked at Shaoqiu and said.
"What's wrong with you? Since you're drunk, I don't blame you. Just go." Shaoqiu said helplessly to Uncle Hua while wiping the tears from his face.
"Well, it's getting late, it's time to go. I think you don't want to stay on this mountain anymore. It is said that there are unclean things on this mountain, so it's better not to stay here alone." Hua Bodiu After saying this, he carried a hoe and returned along the deserted village road.
Shaoqiu didn't want to go back for a while. The melon field was in such a state. He couldn't feel at ease when he went back. He could just stay at the edge of the field. Anyway, he had nothing, so even if there were ghosts, he wouldn't be afraid.
He was alone in the field and busy, and suddenly he looked back and saw Hua Gu standing behind him, with a smile on her face, but she didn't speak. When Shaoqiu saw Hua Gu appearing next to him, at least he was no longer afraid of the forest. According to legend, a female ghost in red would walk out of the forest from time to time. Once she grabbed a person's neck, they would be dead.
However, Hua Gu was standing at the edge of the field, smiling silently. What was her intention?
