Sanmao was working in his own land that day. The land bordered Hua Bo's land and was only a stone's throw away. When they were bored on weekdays, they could still gossip about ridiculous people in the deserted village, such as Aunt Hua. It was a good day, and Shaoqiu was staying in the field. However, Hua Bo was quite unkind to Shaoqiu. It seemed that if Shaoqiu was in the world, he would die badly while he was alive, as if he was an sworn enemy. of.
Uncle Hua was quite optimistic about San Mao. His pure character and excellent style were rare in deserted villages. It was not an exaggeration to say that San Mao only appeared once in five hundred years. Sanmao, on the other hand, was not very fond of Uncle Hua. Although he knew that he wanted to introduce his daughter to her, firstly, Xiaohua was not very good-looking, and secondly, he had a wife. Due to his narrow-mindedness, he could only He couldn't accommodate such a woman, so he was quite annoyed by Uncle Hua's enthusiastic visit.
On Shaoqiu's side, while hoeing the ground, he watched Uncle Hua communicate with Sanmao from time to time, chatting all over the world. But when it came to Shaoqiu, they were silent to each other, and some even spat. Shaoqiu couldn't do anything about this, so he had to plant his own land first, and then find a woman when he got rich.
Rumors that San Mao was serious gradually spread in the deserted village. When women passed by him, they would often play tricks on him, either pretending that they could not walk, and asking San Mao to carry them back, or say that they The cow was lost deep in the mountains, and she wanted Sanmao to help her find it. Of course, Sanmao is a very kind person and has no reason to refuse people's requests. However, deep in the mountains, women often laugh at them, and even worse, do shameful things. Things, such as peeing in front of Sanmao...
Although Sanmao tried his best to avoid this, and even regretted that he should not have helped people go to the mountains to find cattle, but the matter had come to this, and he was helpless for the moment. Moreover, because he lost his words, it had to be a disaster for Sanmao. For a while, he lost interest in life. As time went by, he gradually lost his lofty ambitions. All he did was just to live in the world. Just digging some food into it.
While working on the mountain that day, Sanmao saw a man approaching. Although he didn't recognize the man, he still hit him when he passed by, which made Sanmao make a huge fool of himself. As for San Mao being able to not fight back when being beaten, this was quite rare in Hua Bo's opinion, and he secretly gave him a thumbs up in his heart.
Seeing that Sanmao was beaten up on the mountain with a bruised nose and face for no reason, he was a little sad for a moment, but Uncle Hua knew some herbal medicine, so he pounded some messy stuff and applied it on the wound. Although he didn't know the effect, it could at least bring him closer. The relationship with Sanmao. Otherwise, Sanmao would not treat him anyway.
One day, Hua Bo saw that the sky was sunny and it was a good day for work. How could he not leave the house at this time? So he left the house and went up the mountain. Before going out, Hua Bo specially told Xiao Hua that although the day was quite sunny, she should send her raincoat up the mountain to prevent herself from being drenched by the heavy rain.
"Dad, isn't it raining?" Xiaohua was quite confused, "As for sending the heavy raincoat up the mountain?"
"Just do it when I ask you to. Why talk so much?" Hua Bo scolded.
On a sunny day, Xiao Hua sent her coir raincoat up the mountain, and Uncle Hua looked at Xiao Hua, who was sweating profusely, walking up the mountain. He was very happy for a moment. No, he wanted Xiao Hua to go talk to Sanmao. At that time, Shaoqiu was standing in his field. He was very angry when he saw Uncle Hua acting like this. However, Sanmao was famous in the deserted village for his toughness. As a scholar, Shaoqiu really wanted to fight with him. Not allowed to be beaten to death? But here, the government doesn't care, it seems that only the King of Hell is in charge.
At this time, for some unknown reason, maybe it was a coincidence, it really started to rain, and Uncle Hua and his daughter stayed in the heavy rain, leaving the raincoats idle at this time. Uncle Hua saw San Mao working in the rain and asked Xiao Hua to send her coir raincoat. Xiao Hua was a girl after all and was a little shy, so she didn't dare to go. But Uncle Hua got angry and said she didn't use.
When Xiaohua heard her father telling her to go, she felt that she would be sorry to her father if she didn't go, so she walked to Sanmao in the rain and put the raincoat on him. This really makes Sanmao very grateful. Compared with how people in Lu Zhen treat him, this father and daughter can't be better for him.
Shaoqiu was also staying in the heavy rain at this time. No one went to take shelter from the rain, but how could he take shelter from the rain? How would Uncle Hua see himself then? What's more, Xiaohua was also staying on the mountain at this time. He couldn't admit that he was a coward in front of his woman, so he carried it on, and he couldn't just go to take shelter from the rain.
But when he saw Xiaohua giving the coir raincoat to Sanmao, Shaoqiu couldn't believe it. How come the relationship that had lasted so many years was not as good as Sanmao's glance at her? For a moment, I no longer had the energy to work, so I sat down in the field, tears and rainwater flowing down continuously. When I looked at the little flower again, although I couldn't help but look at myself, I even wanted to put the coir raincoat on it. In her own body, but with her father around, how dare Xiaohua do this?
The howling of the wind and the torrential rain made Shaoqiu sit on the ground for a while. His physical discomfort made him unable to work. How could he do the work well now that he was sick? Then the people in the field started coughing non-stop. As for Shaoqiu's cough, Hua Bo didn't want to hear it. At this time, he felt it was too noisy, so he grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and stuffed it into his ears, regardless of whether the dirt was dirty or not. Are there any bacteria in the dirt?
Not long ago, Shaoqiu's sick body was struck by lightning. Now it was quite unfavorable to work. Otherwise, such a small job would not be difficult for him.
Then he coughed even more violently. He had already covered his ears with a handful of mud, but he could still hear it. This made Uncle Hua very angry, so he quietly walked forward without listening to Xiao Hua. After admonishing him, he came up to Shaoqiu and roared. "Can you please lower your voice?"
Hearing Uncle Hua roaring like this, Shaoqiu was afraid that he would hit someone, so he didn't dare to cough for a while. He just suppressed it because he was really afraid of disturbing him. Shaoqiu's cough could no longer be heard, and the rain was getting even more crazy. For a moment, Uncle Hua no longer cared about Shaoqiu's uncontrollable cough, and concentrated on hoeing the ground.
At this time, Uncle Hua was so domineering that he seemed not to be afraid of the weather and insisted on hoeing the ground on a rainy day, so Shaoqiu had no choice but to do it. But for the sake of Xiaohua, I can never let go, and suffering so much is nothing. He had no choice but to dig in the mountains in the heavy rain. He couldn't sneak back. Otherwise, would Xiaohua still be his woman? Uncle Hua must have given up on Shaoqiu because he was too lazy to eat, and instead married off his daughter Xiaohua to some second-rate man.
The only option was to brave the heavy rain and work in the mountains. Although the weeds could not be killed by hoeing on a rainy day, it was quite shameful to be stigmatized as a lazy person in a deserted village. Shaoqiu hoeed the ground for a while, but couldn't hoe anymore. He couldn't go back now. He had to fight his fate here. Otherwise, what else could he do?
At this time, Hua Bo actually walked up to San Maozhi. Fearing that he would catch cold, he took off his soaked coat and put it on San Maozhi. But he was standing shirtless in the heavy rain. Fortunately, he was really strong and not sick. He also had quite a lot of strength and could easily carry a stone weighing several hundred kilograms.
"Thank you, uncle." Sanmao could only express his gratitude to Uncle Hua for his enthusiasm. But Sanmao couldn't like Xiaohua standing next to him anyway, because he was no longer qualified to like people at this time.
