Seeing that it was Uncle Hua, Shaoqiu opened the door of the house. It rained heavily for a while, and the eaves splashed on people's bodies, creating a chill. Shaoqiu is weak and can no longer stay in front of the house at this time. He has to go back to the house quickly, but Uncle Hua is stuck here with no intention of leaving. How can Shaoqiu send him away so forcefully? Woolen cloth? Besides, I still have bad thoughts about Xiao Hua. What if this is my future person, and I am afraid it would be inappropriate to treat her like this now, right?
Shaoqiu had no choice but to stand in front of the door of the house speechlessly. Don't say he was standing here at this time. Even if Uncle Hua asked him to do work, it would be absolutely unreasonable to do so. And Uncle Hua really wanted him to go to the mountains to help him plow the fields. He had to take advantage of the heavy rain and there would be water in the paddy fields. Otherwise, how would he be able to plow the fields once the water dried up?
Of course, Hua Bo also said that the reason why he wanted to ask him was because he had a backache. He was ill last night and could no longer plow the fields. Otherwise, he would never ask him for help. When Shaoqiu heard this, what else could he say? He agreed at that time, took off his clean clothes, put on a ragged short coat stained with mud, and carried the plow up the mountain. I went into Hua Bo's field and got busy.
Seeing Shaoqiu carrying the plow into the mountains and plowing the land for himself, Uncle Hua was in a happy mood. He returned home and sat on the patio, drinking tea and reading a book. Of course, his reading is limited to some children's publications such as comic strips, and forget about other text books. When Uncle Hua was sitting on his patio reading comic strips, Shaoqiu was working hard on the mountain. Uncle Hua's ox recognition was something else. When he saw Shaoqiu, he felt that such a scholar was not worthy of handling him. No, he kept kicking his feet. Tu, the expression on his face is very disdainful. He even turned around from time to time and raised his horns, intending to commit murder. If Shaoqiu hadn't still had some strength, he would have been picked on by the bull.
Not only that, when the cow was walking, it kept making sounds from its mouth, which sounded like it was scolding its mother. Shaoqiu ignored this and drove the plow deeply into the ground. Even if it rained heavily, he could not be distracted. The Hua Bo family's cows, for some unknown reason, started running lifelessly in the field, refusing to let Shaoqiu handle them anymore, and mooed even louder. At first glance, it really sounded like scolding a mother. At this time, Maybe even the eighteenth generation of my ancestors were scolded.
The cow dragged the plow and fled into the forest, and was not found for a while. If Uncle Hua knew about this, he would be in disaster again. Then he would have to ask himself to pay for the cow? At this time, Shaoqiu also followed him into the mountain forest. At this time, heavy rain continued on the mountain, and the mountain forest was pitch black. Rocks rolled down from time to time, and lightning flashed wildly in the sky. It was not easy to find the whereabouts of the cow.
When he couldn't find it, Shaoqiu didn't dare to wander around in the forest. After leaving the forest, he returned to the edge of the field and sat on a dilapidated stone, lowering his head and feeling unhappy. He didn't know what Uncle Hua would do if he knew about this. How to deal with it. Will he kill himself by then?
What Shaoqiu never expected was that the cow had already walked to Uncle Hua's house on its own, wearing a plow tool, mooing and looking very unhappy. But Shaoqiu still stayed in this mountain. Even though it was dark, he didn't want to go home. He raised his head and looked around. How could he still have home at this time?
After losing Hua Boniu, do you still have the nerve to go back? Why not just stay on this mountain and let the heavy rain keep drenching you. Otherwise, what else can he do?
Shaoqiu was sitting on this mountain. Looking around, there were no traces of people on the mountain. In the forest, a fire broke out. It was obviously struck by lightning and started burning. Shaoqiu didn't dare to go into the mountains and forests, so he just sat on the top of the mountain. According to legend, there were ghosts here. People in the deserted village didn't dare to stay in the mountains, but Shaoqiu wanted to sit alone on a stone. The extent of his fear can be imagined.
The heavy rain like ice fell on people's bodies, and Shaoqiu was sick, so he kept coughing. And who among the people in the deserted village could hear Shaoqiu's cough? No, only he himself knows, but the emperor, the emperor, and the empress will not bless him. Even if he dies, it will be as quiet as the death of a dog.
Amidst the howling of the wind, someone in the distance was laughing continuously, but in the middle of the night, who else was still laughing at themselves like this? After listening carefully, he could hear nothing, only the howling of the wind remained the same, and a stone on the ground was already flying around under the sweep of the wind, and many of them hit Shaoqiu's body.
It's better to go back, otherwise, you will die in the cold on the mountain, but no one will sympathize with you.
Shaoqiu returned to his house. It was pitch dark, no one was seen, and no sound of pots and pans could be heard. All he heard was probably his long sigh.
After lighting a fire in front of the stove for a while, he suddenly heard someone coming. From the sound of the person walking, Shaoqiu concluded that the person coming must be Uncle Hua. I just don’t know what he is doing here, but I have lost his cow. Hua Bo came to the door of Shaoqiu's house and asked jokingly where his cow had gone. However, his face was calm and there was no sign of worry at all.
"I accidentally lost it, I'm sorry." Shaoqiu replied.
"Did you lose my cow?" Hua Bo asked in surprise, as if he didn't believe his ears.
"Well, you refused to let me plow, so you ran into the forest with the plow, and you couldn't find it again." Shaoqiu's voice was choked, and when he said this, he couldn't say any more.
"What should I do? You have to compensate!" Hua Boli said confidently. If Shaoqiu didn't compensate, he would kill him.
"Okay, but right now, I don't have any money. I'll pay you back slowly in the future." Shaoqiu said.
"No need for it later. I will take away this piece of meat from your kitchen now. You can pay back the debt slowly in the future." As Uncle Hua said this, he came to Shaoqiu's stove and put a piece of meat that was about two He took the weighing piece of bacon into his hand, glared at Shaoqiu fiercely, and then disappeared into the darkness.
My bacon was taken away, and I originally wanted to use it to replenish my health, because I was really tired after a day and night of busy work on the mountain, and what should I do if I didn't eat something good? However, the bacon had already been taken away, so I had no choice but to eat some vegetables, and these vegetables were as light as water. How could I eat them for a while?
I had no choice but to eat some cabbage. After a busy day, I only ate this much cabbage. Shaoqiu couldn't eat much. He only ate half a bowl of rice. He couldn't eat anymore. At this time, he walked into himself. In the study room, I sat silently at the desk, watching the flickering lights, feeling miserable for a moment.
Outside the house, it was raining heavily, and there were no traces of people on the muddy road. Only the sound of water from the river could be heard, which made me sigh.
