"Uncle Feng, why are you doing this?" Shaoqiu was puzzled when he saw Uncle Feng treating him like this, so he asked.
"Go away." Uncle Feng said so, his face was stern, and his invulnerability was clear.
"Uncle Feng, I'm not a ghost." Shaoqiu defended himself, but Uncle Feng didn't listen. Instead, he picked up the bucket and turned his back to himself, then left.
Seeing Uncle Feng like this, Shaoqiu was a little scared when he stayed in this mountain. Could it be that he really became a ghost? At this time, the sun came out. When I looked at the ground, a shadow suddenly appeared. If it wasn't my own, who could it be?
"Uncle Feng, don't be afraid, come and see, I have a shadow!" Shaoqiu stood on a high hill and shouted loudly to Uncle Feng's departing back.
"Go away!" Uncle Feng dropped these words and walked away like the wind, wanting to see the ghost's shadow. Isn't this looking for death? Who dares to see it?
Shaoqiu had no choice but to stand silently at the edge of his field, hiding deep in the forest. It was still shady here, but his seedlings were in ruins. If there is no water for watering, the rolled leaves will curl up before long, and then dry up and die. Shaoqiu must have felt quite distressed at this time. The seedlings he had worked so hard to plant were now having to watch them die with open eyes. Just ask the mothers who have died about this feeling.
Uncle Feng carried two huge buckets and poured them into Hua Bo's field. The field was filled with the sound of water, and the seedlings were shaking their heads in the wind for a while. Hua Bo appeared in the field at this time, and kept saying compliments to Uncle Feng. Then he looked at Shaoqiu's seedlings and covered his mouth with joy.
Seeing that Uncle Feng refused to carry water for him, Shaoqiu had no choice but to go to the river to carry water for the seedlings. However, if he carried a load of water and poured it into the big field, he could only save a few trees if the load of water fell. Seedlings. After carrying a few loads of water, Shaoqiu no longer wanted to carry it for a while. It was too tiring, and his health was not that good, so he quit. Otherwise, he would die of exhaustion before starving to death.
The weather is so dry, not to mention that the crops are dying, and they are withered and haggard like a lovelorn person. Even the tenacious pine trees that grow among the rocks are now showing a weak appearance due to the drought. But an old tiger who stayed deep in the mountains was crying because he couldn't get water for a long time. He was very thirsty and couldn't walk. He couldn't go to the river to drink water.
At night, there was deathly silence on the mountain. No one spoke, except for the chirping of a few small insects. After a busy day, Uncle Hua had already paid Uncle Feng some wages and had returned to the house. He was sitting at the table having a drink and imagining the harvest. Only Shaoqiu stayed alone in the mountains. At this time, he walked into his own field. All the seedlings fell to the ground, their heads drooped, and they looked very desolate in the moonlight. This is more fashionable and better, but when the sun comes out, it looks like it is burning, and it seems that all these seedlings are doomed.
I looked at the condition of my field, but I was helpless and could only watch. No one who has never planted crops would know this feeling. The only thing I can do at this time is to sit in my own field and pray to the sky, hoping that God will send rain to save my seedlings and give myself a way out. Otherwise, if this continues, there will be no food and it will be a dead end.
"Oh my God!" Shaoqiu heard his seedlings crying at this time. He must be very afraid of tomorrow's sun. The sun will shine down thousands of golden lights. At this time, don't say that these seedlings will suffer, even if they are stubborn on the hillside. All the stones will be broken into pieces. However, in the face of this unbearable and miserable situation, as smart as Shaoqiu, he can only do nothing to help. At this time, he would rather die, if his death can exchange for the survival of these seedlings.
The daybreak is not far away. At this moment, these seedlings have a lot to say to Shaoqiu. They are grateful for the cultivation they have given them for so many days. They are about to pass away now. Their nostalgia and reluctance for this world are gone. And all in silence. "Master, if you are not willing to let us go, why don't you go on the road with us?" He Miao suddenly spoke up as he was dying.
However, when he heard this, Shaoqiu smiled again. He also wanted to follow these seedlings, but what should he do if he went to Xiaohua? Therefore, Shaoqiu could only smile at the kind invitation of the He Miao, and then stroked the head of the dying He Miao, which could only wipe away a few drops of tears.
At this critical moment, there seemed to be a small voice squirming in the quiet wind, crawling over like a snake, which made Shaoqiu feel quite wary for a moment. The moonlight is beautiful at this time, could it be the sound of the flowing moonlight? When the night is deep, Shaoqiu often walks into the depths of the mountains alone, and although the sound of the flowing moonlight is quiet, it can be heard. As the cool moonlight passed by, the seedlings all cheered for a moment. The heat of the day was finally cool and cool. How could you not be inexplicably happy about it?
At this time, Shaoqiu faced the flowing moonlight and listened to the waves of pine trees in the forest. His whole body was already clear, just like the thin ripples gently swaying on the vast lake on the Mid-Autumn Festival night. This faint and quiet moonlight is enough to wash away the boredom of my mood, and it can also soothe the trauma of my soul. It is such a beautiful world.
However, when I saw the moonlight flowing, there was still something crawling slowly on the earth. It was a small stream of water flowing through the ditches and ridges and heading towards my field. Shaoqiu still wanted to stop it. After all, this water was not his own, but belonged to Hua Bo's family. Hua Bo's family's field was already full of water. No, it overflowed a lot. The overflowing water flowed into his own field. .
For fear of Uncle Hua's retaliation, Shaoqiu could not take advantage of others even in such a dry weather. After all, this was water that others had spent a lot of money to buy. So he went to Uncle Hua's field and tried to stop it with his own ability. Although the seedlings in his field were already so hungry, people couldn't be greedy for petty gains. What's more, if Hua Bo knew that the water in his field was flowing into this little In autumn, no one can predict what the consequences will be.
However, this was not something that anyone could stop. The water flowed down from Hua Bo's field with an unstoppable force, and it seemed that it would not stop until it drowned the young seedlings in Shaoqiu. Faced with such a situation, Shaoqiu was quite helpless for a moment. He could only watch all the water flow from Hua Bo's house into his own field. If Hua Bo knew about this, he didn't know if he would kill himself?
