There is an orange warning for high temperatures, and there is silence in the deserted village. The river has dried up, and the sound of gurgling in the past can no longer be heard. Uncle Hua stayed in his big field on the mountain, looking at the crops all over the ground, and he was about to die. You can imagine how depressed he felt. At this time, he had the desire to die.
The crops are drooping. If it doesn't rain, all these crops will wither and die soon. Uncle Hua couldn't help but sit on a stone, smoking a cigarette. Faced with everything God had given to him, he didn't know how to accept it. Thinking back to those days, every time it came to this season, even if it was drought, there would be a little rain. Unlike this time, it was really dry and almost on the verge of catching fire.
Hua Bo looked at his ruined crops and knew in his heart that soon all of them would be dead. Then he walked to the door of Shaoqiu's house and kept beating on the door. Soon Shaoqiu opened the door and came out and saw that it was Uncle Hua standing in front of his house.
"What's your purpose here, uncle?" Shaoqiu asked.
There was a large water tank in Shaoqiu's house, which was filled with water for some unknown reason. Uncle Hua couldn't help laughing, thinking about what to do with the water. Yes, we can only rely on this water. The river has dried up. Even if we want to go to the river to fetch water, there is no water to fetch.
The grapefruit tree in front of the door is almost dying. Every night, Shaoqiu will always hear it crying quietly. Maybe it can't stand such a severe drought. Otherwise, how can it cry at night in such a good year? Woolen cloth? The weather is so hot that even if you stay in the house and do nothing, you are always sweating. What's more, those who stay outside and work in the wilderness all day long!
"Uncle, why don't you speak?" Shaoqiu asked again.
"Can you give me the water in this water tank?" Hua Bo asked. Uncle Hua knew that Shaoqiu liked his daughter Xiaohua, so he came up with the idea of his water tank under the scorching heat.
"This...if you want it, just take it..." Shaoqiu said.
"Then you don't have any water to drink?" Hua Bo asked.
"Yes, but I'll figure it out myself. This little thing shouldn't trouble me." Shaoqiu said.
So, Uncle Hua carried load after load of the remaining water in Shaoqiu's water tank into his own water tank. This made Shaoqiu feel a little uncomfortable, but he had no choice but to say that he liked other people's water. As for my daughter, isn’t it human nature to pay such a small price? Soon, all the water in Shaoqiu's water tank was carried into Hua Bo's large water tank.
Uncle Feng wanted to go to the river to carry water for others. With his own strength, if he carried a load of water, he could make a lot of money and save a lot of crops. This made Uncle Feng look forward to it very much, even if he didn't. It's okay to give yourself money just to save those crops. However, the river had dried up, and the fish died after jumping on the dry river bed for a short time.
Uncle Feng returned to his house carrying an empty bucket. It seemed that he couldn't make money by carrying water for others. He could only sit in his patio speechlessly, facing the sun that was gradually sinking into the western mountains. He couldn't help but grow long. The ground sighed sadly. I don’t know when it will rain, and without water, it’s almost impossible to live this day, because I haven’t drank water for several days, and the few bottles of wine left at home have been drunk. If this continues, I don’t know what to drink anymore.
Mr. Gou entered a house that day and wanted to get some water. However, when he entered the door of that family's house and looked around, he found that the water tank was empty. However, he saw that there was a water tank in a corner not far away. The bucket seemed to be rippling in the moonlight. I bet that's a bucket? Master Gou didn't care so much for the moment. He stepped forward, held the bucket in his arms, and fled back to his house.
Only then did he realize that he had been tricked. It was just someone else's urine bucket. But at this time, Mr. Gou had not drank water for a long time. Even if it was someone else's urine, it would be fine, at least it would be better than nothing. But soon, the family came to the door and said that it was their urine bucket. On this dry day, having such a bucket of urine can save people's lives. At this time, I got into a fight with this dog, and I had to take back my urine bucket no matter what. Otherwise, the thirsty feeling would be really uncomfortable, wouldn’t it?
Lao Jun also stayed in his house that day. The sun was so bright that he didn't dare to walk around. He would suffer from heat stroke, which is no joke. However, the river had dried up and there was no water to drink, which made the old army very uncomfortable. No, he kept yelling and cursing his mother in the sky that night. People went to persuade him one after another at this time, saying that he should stop scolding, otherwise, God will definitely delay the rainy date, and we will be the ones who suffer by then. However, Lao Jun ignored these words. He was thirsty but had no water to drink. Who else could he blame?
"God, you fucking come out. If it doesn't rain again, I... I'm going to chop you to death with two knives!" Lao Jun stood on his patio waving a big knife, not caring whether God would punish him at this time. , Just roaring like this, I believe God can hear it. As for whether he is afraid of this old army, it is unknown.
However, even though Lao Jun shouted at the top of his lungs, there was no intention of raining that day. Not only did it not rain, but it also felt hotter. No, Lao Jun ran out of energy to shout at this time, so he entered his room, closed the door for a while, and never came out again.
The thin man stayed in front of his hut, facing this unprecedented natural disaster in a century. He had no choice but to do so. All his crops were grown on the mountains and were about to die because there was no water. And without crops, how can he feed his wife? He sat on a stone in front of the door, silently.
The thin man thought for a while, then turned and entered the house. At this time, he took out some paper money. It was really dry in the wilderness. It was strange to put these paper money outside. It burned on its own without lighting a fire. Woke up. It can be seen that the temperature is really high, which is a bit outrageous.
However, after burning the paper money for a long time, there was no sign of rain that day, and the wind had gone nowhere. I stayed by the fire for a while, facing the fire that kept burning, and felt even more uncomfortable. The thin man was already weak. He couldn't bear the torment of the heat. His body was almost showing signs of collapse. He hurriedly left the place. He didn't dare to light the fire again. Otherwise, the heat would heat up, and his body was so thin. Isn’t it clear what the consequences will be?
