When we carried the big tree to the river, the night was getting dark, the lights in the deserted village were only a few o'clock, the sound of dogs barking could be heard in the distance, and the murmuring of the river could already be clearly heard. Uncle Feng sat on the big tree he had carried from the mountains, smoking and counting. After many days, he had already carried dozens of big trees by the river.
I dusted myself off and stepped onto the country road, walking step by step along the stone slabs towards my house. Although the house was burned down, through my own efforts, I had built a brand new shed on the foundation. , it can be regarded as your own home. Uncle Feng was sitting next to the shack he had built, sitting on a stone in front of the door, looking at the sky. The sky was fine, and he could still work for a day tomorrow. After a rough calculation, he has almost a few hundred yuan in income. With this money, Uncle Feng plans to go to Lu Town to buy a piece of mutton to eat, and he also has to visit a brothel, otherwise he will not be able to live his life.
There was a piece of bacon in the house at this time, which I was reluctant to eat on weekdays. Now, because I had money, I cooked it. At this time, I was lighting a fire and looking at the moon in the sky alone. I felt quite happy. I just didn't know where the merchant had gone. Why couldn't I see him for so many days?
Uncle Feng cooked meat late at night. At this time, the bacon had been cured for many years, and it was smoked venison. It was extremely delicious. Of course, you don't dare to cook bacon during the day, otherwise, if people in the deserted village find out, they will fight to the death. It is said that eating this piece of bacon can extend your life for several years.
There was no other way, so Uncle Feng had to take advantage of the people in the deserted village to sleep soundly, and then he sat alone in front of his house and cooked the bacon. But I was still smelled by someone. Who else could this person be, Mr. Gou? Mr. Gou was staying in his house, thinking about where to go to get some delicious food, but he couldn't come up with the money. Otherwise, if he went to Luzhen, what would he find?
At this time, he was worrying about this matter, but he smelled a scent. Following this scent, Mr. Dog appeared in front of Uncle Feng's house. But I saw Uncle Feng simmering meat, and the meat was extraordinary. It was venison, and it was cured. Being able to eat a piece of Uncle Feng's venison is a blessing earned in eight lifetimes, but I dare not make a mistake, otherwise Uncle Feng will kill someone.
Lord Gou was lying in the dark, smelling the fragrance, his mouth watering, but he didn't dare to step forward rashly. But Mr. Dog doesn't have to sacrifice his life for a piece of venison.
At this time, the bacon is probably simmered, but I can't let Uncle Feng eat it. Then isn't he here in vain? So, Mr. Dog thought of a way and threw a stone casually to the east, making a huge noise. Uncle Feng was startled, thinking that someone was causing trouble and smashed his tank. No, Feng Dian. I stumbled to where the noise was coming from, but saw nothing. However, Uncle Feng was also an overly serious person, and it seemed that he had to figure things out. No matter that he was simmering meat, he sat on a stone to the east and kept watching.
Taking this opportunity, Mr. Dog stepped forward and took away all the bacon without making any sound. At this time, Mr. Dog brought the pot of meat, but Uncle Feng was still sitting on a rock in the east and kept scolding his mother. The sound was so loud that it woke up many sleeping people.
"Don't be scary, or you'll die!" Uncle Feng kept shouting into the darkness. At this time, many people came out and persuaded Uncle Feng that it was no big deal if he lost something. Yes, we wouldn't curse like this day and night, otherwise, we would say that everyone is not allowed to sleep.
Hearing what people said, Uncle Feng himself had to carry a big tree tomorrow, so he stopped scolding and returned to the door of his house, ready to continue cooking bacon. But when I looked around, I saw nothing. Not to mention the bacon, even the jar for simmering the bacon was gone.
Uncle Feng started to curse again, and people in the deserted village covered their ears. Seeing that persuasion was useless, they had to endure it silently. Mr. Dog took away Uncle Feng's bacon, then returned to his house and began to eat in large chunks, even the bones of the bacon.
It was raining heavily at this time, and Uncle Feng walked into his house. Otherwise, he would be sick if he was exposed to the heavy rain. And Uncle Feng's health is no longer as good as before.
Lying in his dilapidated shed, Uncle Feng was thinking whether he should carry more big trees tomorrow, otherwise, he would not be able to live this life anymore. But after hearing the heavy rain, I was afraid that walking on the mountain road would be extremely difficult, let alone carrying a big tree. Even walking with empty hands would be difficult.
While Uncle Feng was thinking and planning, the merchants got a big boat from somewhere and took advantage of Uncle Feng's absence to load all the big trees that Uncle Feng had worked so hard to carry out of the mountains onto the boat. Then, he left quietly. When the merchants left, they did not forget to leave a note where Uncle Feng placed the big tree, with insulting words written on it, "You're your old mother."
When he woke up after a long sleep, Uncle Feng was holding a pole and humming a song. Then he walked to the river again, wanting to see the big tree he had carried from the depths of the mountain. But if you don't look at it, you will almost be dumbfounded when you look at it. There are no big trees beside the river, it's just an empty open land. All the big trees that I had placed yesterday were gone. Could it be that I crawled away by myself?
"Oh, this damn merchant took away these big trees without giving me any money. I think all my hard work has been in vain." Uncle Feng said, "I hate your old mother!"
But after taking a look at the pile of big trees, there was still a piece of white paper with the same words written on it, "I'll kill your old mother!"
Uncle Feng was retaliated against and got no advantage, not at all. No, sitting by the small river at this moment, facing the setting sun, I was quite distressed for a while, and I didn't know how to live my life in the future.
Uncle Feng returned to his house with his head hanging down. He didn't know what to do for a while, he didn't make any money, and his left leg was already disabled. Now I went to see a doctor.
The doctor said that the crippled left foot had to be amputated, otherwise it would become infected and even life-threatening. Uncle Feng was frightened at this time. If he was no longer alive, he would not be able to see the young woman in the future. He imagined that the young woman would be slept with by others in the future, and Uncle Feng wanted to commit suicide. The key is not to die, so amputation is the only way.
During the operation, the doctor looked at the list. It clearly said that his right foot was on it, but Uncle Feng’s left foot was dead, but his right foot was intact. How could it be amputated? But that's what it said on the list, and the doctor had no choice but to do it.
Uncle Feng's right foot was amputated. The crippled left foot is still so ugly, but with the crutches, Uncle Feng is not in much pain. Although his walking is a little slower, he can still move around.
When Uncle Feng returned to the deserted village, people were smiling, probably celebrating his recovery. Uncle Feng also had a smile on his face. At this time, the thin man appeared again. When he saw Uncle Feng, he cursed. He even came forward and slapped Uncle Feng. Although Uncle Feng was disabled at this time, he still wanted to save face. No, he got into a fight with this thin man. There is no need to ask what the result will be. Uncle Feng was beaten and his cane was broken. A thin man snatched it away and said it could be used as firewood.
When Uncle Feng returned to the door of his house, he did not walk there, but crawled there. Blood was already crawling out of his hands. When he climbed to the door of his house, he saw the wolf again. Uncle Feng didn't dare to stay outside the house anymore. He climbed into his house and immediately closed the door. Otherwise, if the evil wolf came in, things would be difficult to handle.
