Uncle Feng was sitting in front of his dilapidated house. The weather was already very hot, the river was about to dry up, and the sound of gurgling water in the past could no longer be heard. Uncle Feng took a sip of tea and glanced at the sky in front of the door. The sky was almost on fire, and the seedlings in the fields had become withered. In a short time, they might die in pieces.
This has been going on for many days. People in the deserted village are standing in front of Shaoqiu's house, urging him not to study anymore and not to make God angry again. Otherwise, if it doesn't rain again, this life will be impossible. . Hearing what people said, he knew that the situation was quite serious. Shaoqiu had no idea for a moment. He originally knew that the matter had nothing to do with him, but people insisted on talking like this, and his arms could not hold their thighs. He had no choice but to stop reading.
Uncle Feng glanced at the sky, which seemed almost like a fire. On the mountains in the distance, one could see green smoke rising from the rocks. There is even green smoke coming out of the stone, which shows that the degree of drought has reached a miserable level. If this continues, it won't be long before the deserted villages will be starved to death.
People beat gongs and drums and walk on the roads in deserted villages, praying for God's mercy and spreading sweet nectar everywhere. They pity the dying seedlings in the fields and sympathize with people for their hard work over the past year. Otherwise, if things continue like this, they will definitely end up with nothing to gain.
Facing this unprecedented drought, although Uncle Feng has no seedlings, the winter melons in front of his door are about to wither, which is not good either. Then he walked to the river with a bucket and picked up a load of water, but it was strange. With such a large load of water on his shoulders, he carried it home so easily. Uncle Feng made a bigger bucket. Each bucket could probably hold a buffalo. When the bucket was ready, Uncle Feng walked out of his house and wandered around the deserted village, saying that he could pick up water for people. Water saves seedlings.
When Uncle Feng lifted such a huge bucket, people were quite shocked, thinking that it was impossible. No one could lift such a huge bucket of water, and Uncle Feng was no exception. However, Uncle Feng really did it. He carried these two buckets of water and walked on the road in the deserted village. People saw him and gave him a thumbs up.
Carrying such a huge bucket and walking among the dry seedlings in the deserted village, Uncle Feng seemed to hear the seedlings laughing secretly, and people approached him one after another, saying they were willing to pay any amount of money as long as they could save the seedlings. After agreeing on the price, Uncle Feng began to carry water to the field. After only a few loads, the field was already rippling with water and frogs croaking.
In order to make money, Uncle Feng worked day and night, and there was already a lot of money in his pocket. But the more money, the better. Who would dislike having too much money? Neither did Uncle Feng. When night fell in the deserted village and people slept in their cool houses and had sweet dreams on their cool beds, Uncle Feng was carrying water and making money.
Those seedlings that were about to dry up, after Uncle Feng tried his best to rescue them, were already thriving and prosperous in the blink of an eye. When Uncle Feng was tired from working, he sat alone on the edge of the field, took out a cigarette, and smoked it. The smoke he exhaled made him feel more relaxed. Although they work so hard, the fields are so boundless, and it will still take a lot of time to fill every field with river water.
Under the night, the deserted village was truly dead silent. No one spoke, and no one could hear the voices of women speaking love to their sweethearts. For a moment, Uncle Feng felt a little lonely. He was even afraid of unclean things when he walked out of this deserted village, sat next to him, and talked to himself. Fortunately, I haven't encountered anything harmful so far, and when I feel tired, I can lie down on the rocks and sleep for a while.
Uncle Feng was strong, and as the night fell, it gradually became darker. At this time, he saw that the stars hanging in the sky had become so big and so red. Uncle Feng felt that he had grown a lot taller. No, once he stood up, he could even touch the stars. The feeling of touching this star is quite comfortable, and as soon as he touches the face of this star, the depression in Uncle Feng's heart and the coldness in his body are all swept away. That feeling is so wonderful, and only on nights like this, can Uncle Feng touch the face of the star, and when Uncle Feng touches his face, the star will also smile lightly.
He picked up a load of river water, poured it into the field, let the seedlings drink enough, and then walked back to the river again. At this time, a cow will often come and jump on the bucket on Uncle Feng's shoulder. Uncle Feng will often stagger and lose the balance of the load. He will load a huge boulder on the other side, which will rebalance the two sides. stand up. Uncle Feng just carried the burden and hummed nice songs, and the cows in the burden often sang along. For a time, the world was in harmony, and there was no longer a life-and-death dispute in the troubled times.
When he carried the cow to the river, Uncle Feng put the bucket towards the river, and the cow jumped out, then mooed and disappeared into the depths of the night. The grass on the mountain was all dead and there was nothing to eat, so the cow took Uncle Feng's express train and went to the river to play and see if there was anything to eat. The water in the river was carried back and forth by Uncle Feng, and the bucket was so huge that within a few turns, it showed signs of drying up. The fish in the river were jumping back and forth, and the cow saw them, so they jumped into the river and bit one. The taste was quite good. Although it was not as delicious as the tender grass on the mountain, it could satisfy the hunger a little, and it was as sweet as sugar for a while. . I am really hungry and don’t choose food. The cows were eating the fish in the river. At this time, Uncle Feng also caught one or two fish that jumped into his bucket, and walked alone on the rugged mountain road with a load on his back.
When I went down to the river again, I found that the cow felt uncomfortable and nauseated after eating the fish. No, it was vomiting. But the night was so dark, and weird and unsightly things could be seen everywhere. After eating these fish, the cow suddenly had diarrhea and cursed its mother. If Uncle Feng hadn't picked him to the river, how could he have found so many fish? If he couldn't see the fish, he wouldn't have eaten the damn thing. At this time, if you don’t scold Uncle Feng’s mother, who’s mother should you scold?
Facing this unusual thing in the dark night, it was also an abnormal drought, and everything became abnormal. Otherwise, the cattle would not have eaten the fish in a state of hunger. At this time, Niu had diarrhea. If he thought about it carefully, he also had a responsibility that he could not shirk. Even if he was scolded, it was excusable, so he didn't take it too seriously for the moment. But realizing that the cow was scolding her endlessly, he got angry and put down his burden. Without saying a word, he threw himself into the river and picked up a stone weighing ten thousand kilograms. He was about to kill the cow. .
"Are you finished?" Uncle Feng raised the stone high and asked.
"I'm not scolding you, I'm scolding God for being unfair!" Niu replied.
Uncle Feng then put down the stone and walked back to his load. Seeing that the night was dark and the sky was as cold as water, he started carrying water again.
