I was working on the mountain in Shaoqiu this day because the weather was sunny and there were a lot of weeds in the crop fields on the mountain. If we didn't hoe them away, it would be impossible for the crops to grow. The sun was very hot at this time, and there was no room for sweat in it. But in order to plant the crops well, I didn’t have to worry about so much for a while. Otherwise, what would happen when the harvest came in autumn? What to do?
When hoeing the ground, Hua Bo also stood beside him, hoeing the ground from time to time. However, in order to show his difference from Shaoqiu, he even had to hold a big umbrella in the ground before hoeing. In this way, It's not too hot when you're in it. When Hua Bo was hoeing the ground, he got tired, so he lay on a clean stone under the big umbrella, drank the refreshing mountain spring water, and sang folk songs.
But Shaoqiu had nothing. He was being baked mercilessly by the sun. The skin on his back was already burned, but in order to grow crops well, this injury was nothing. Xiao Hua also walked up the mountain at this time, but when going up the mountain, Aunt Hua was afraid that her daughter would be tired, so she specially asked a few people to carry her on a sedan chair. In this way, Shaoqiu can be prevented from peeking, and he will not be so tired when going up the mountain.
Now that his daughter has become Mr. Wu's wife, with Mr. Wu's status in the deserted village, this enjoyment of his daughter is definitely not an excessive request. When several big men carried the little flower to the mountain, they saw Uncle Hua working in the fields. Although he was holding a big umbrella, the sun still made him feel quite hot, and the sweat kept flowing down. That’s it.
When Xiaohua got down from the sedan chair, she saw Shaoqiu humiliated and busy in the fields. It was not easy to talk to him at this time, otherwise it would lose his identity, right? Seeing that Xiaohua stopped talking to him for a while, Shaoqiu couldn't be too pushy at this time and could only stand numbly in his own field, even if he was sunburned, he didn't feel it.
And for some reason, Xiaohua suddenly turned into a decent person. Compared to Xiaohua, Shaoqiu had become a completely different person. His face was already pitch black, and his back was dripping with dirty and smelly blood. Sweat can be smelled even from a great distance. Sometimes Uncle Hua really can't stand it anymore, so he has to remind Shaoqiu to pay attention to his personal hygiene.
However, Shaoqiu couldn't care less about digging for food in the soil at this time, which almost made Hua Bo extremely angry. "Mom, this is making me unable to live!" Hua Bo smelled the smelly sweat on Shaoqiu's body and cursed at this time, but he did not dare to be too ruthless to Shaoqiu, otherwise, on this mountain, Without anyone to help him, Shaoqiu can still show his talents.
At this time, Xiaohua put a mask on Uncle Hua. In this way, the stinky sweat of Shaoqiu was no longer smellable, and Uncle Hua was quite comfortable working under this big umbrella, even if he was tired A large piece of land, but only a little bit of sweat came out of the body. Seeing that her father was so miserable, Xiao Hua also stepped off the sedan chair and stood in the ground, but Uncle Hua immediately stopped her. As a noble, how could she continue to work at this time? This drove the little flower away.
There was no other way, so Xiaohua had no choice but to get on the sedan chair, and several big men around her immediately lifted it up. When they walked past Shaoqiu, they didn't speak to him for a while, but they didn't show their faces either. Shaoqiu glanced at the little flower at this time, but the sedan curtain blocked it. How could he see the face inside again?
Several big men carried the little flowers away. For a while, Hua Bo and Shao Qiu were the only ones on the mountain. After a day's work, Shao Qiu could be said to be so tired that his waist was broken. Hua Bo stayed here. Under the umbrella, there is no heat from the sun, and there is no harm for a while. At this time, I looked at Shaoqiu's back. It was almost a black pot, but my own back was completely white. This had to be attributed to my big umbrella.
The sun was still quite high at this time, and the setting sun was hanging in the west. Uncle Hua was afraid that he would not be able to see the road when he went back, and there were monsters on the mountain from time to time, so he went down the mountain. What's the point of chatting with people in deserted villages and staying on this mountain with Shaoqiu for a while? After Uncle Hua left, Shaoqiu was the only one left on the mountain. He was a little tired at this time. When he was about to go down the mountain, he saw the good flowers coming and walked to his field, helping him constantly. It's time to pull the grass.
And the flower-loving girl was also leaning among them, as if she liked Shaoqiu very much, but at this time Shaoqiu was very sad. Without Xiaohua, in his opinion, all the women in the deserted village were just some that had nothing to do with him. Just people. But when Xiaohua passed by him, in order to avoid him looking at her, she stopped walking and sat in a sedan chair. Thinking of what she did, Shaoqiu couldn't help but shed tears.
At this time, I didn’t know what to say about the appearance of Haohua in my field. I had plenty of strength and didn’t need help. Besides, even if Haohua usually plays cards, his strength is limited. At this time, Not much help. However, it is absolutely necessary for the good flowers to stay in their own fields, and it is not easy to drive them away for a while. Besides, people have good intentions, so it would be quite inappropriate to just drive them away.
After working in the field for a while, the flowery girl said she wanted to take a rest. Then she walked to the edge of the field, picked a flower and put it on her head. It looked like a small flower, but no matter how you imagine, this flower None of them can be compared with Xiaohua. Maybe this is because everyone has different aesthetics. The pretty girl is not the type he likes.
The flowery girl put the flower on her head and walked up to Shaoqiu. She danced from time to time. Although the steps were quite irregular, she felt like she wasted her good time if she didn't dance. However, no matter how good she danced, Shaoqiu was in a bad mood at the moment, and she had no interest in admiring it. She just lowered her head and kept busy. The weeds in the ground were the main business, and other things should be considered. Come on.
Haohua looked at Shaoqiu and felt that something was wrong with him. How could he quietly stay on this mountain in such good years and shed tears? At this time, he quietly went down the mountain and asked his daughter to accompany him. However, Shaoqiu had no interest in this pretty girl, and the two of them couldn't talk about going together. At this time, they could only He just lowered his head and kept pulling at the weeds.
Seeing that Shaoqiu was not an easy talker, the pretty girl immediately went down the mountain. Otherwise, it would be quite embarrassing for the two of them to stay on this mountain and look at each other coldly, right? After the pretty girl went down the mountain, the sun gradually set in the west, and it would be very uncomfortable for Shaoqiu to stay alone on this mountain.
Then he went down the mountain. He returned to his house and sat in front of the house to eat, but then he found a sedan passing in front of him. When several big men appeared in front of him carrying the sedan, Shaoqiu did not see the people inside. , but I can also guess almost exactly. Who could it be if it wasn't Xiaohua?
But I don’t know why this little flower became like this. Is it so unbearable for her to meet her? At this time, the tower crane on the other side of the river was busy non-stop, making roaring sounds from time to time. In this sound, it was natural for Xiaohua not to meet her. Otherwise, the black bandit saw it. It is very likely that it will be detrimental to yourself.
The gangster didn't know who he heard from, saying that Shaoqiu had some plans for his wife. Otherwise, the gangsters would not have placed this tower crane by the river opposite Shaoqiu's house, just to disturb Shaoqiu's study. And if Shaoqiu became a high official, he would probably be the one to deal with him. It won’t work.
At this time, Xiaohua walked past the door of her house and sat in a sedan. This is quite reasonable. Otherwise, it would be bad to talk to Shaoqiu, and it would not be possible to talk. The black bandit was listening, and his hearing seemed to be very developed. Even though It can be heard even from a distance. So he was sitting on the sedan chair while passing the door of Shaoqiu's house.
But Shaoqiu thought that Xiaohua behaved like this because she no longer liked him, and felt sad for a moment. But as soon as Xiaohua's sedan chair left, Aunt Hua came over again, smiling at Shaoqiu, and even He also reached out and patted Shaoqiu on the shoulder. In this way, Shaoqiu's mood was no longer so depressed, and his longing for Xiao Hua was temporarily settled. Otherwise, to whom would he express his feelings?
"What kind of food are you eating?" Aunt Hua came forward and looked at Shaoqiu's food. She found that there were no delicacies in it. All it had was some radish, cabbage and the like, and even the meat slices were quite small. .
When Aunt Hua saw this, she felt that compared with herself, she was quite poor. What she ate was dragon meat, and Shaoqiu only ate such dilapidated vegetables. The bad life was really unimaginable. . At this time, he covered his mouth and smiled softly. When he saw Shaoqiu looking at him, he stopped smiling and turned into a sad look for some reason.
However, after Aunt Hua's comfort, Shaoqiu was able to accept Xiaohua's sedan chair for a while. Aunt Hua walked away, and the little flower appeared in front of him again in a sedan chair. At this time, when passing by him, he said What was he saying? Maybe he said he liked himself, but he couldn't quite hear it for a while. But that’s probably what it means.
It was also thanks to Xiaohua saying something to herself while sitting in the sedan chair. Otherwise, she might have left the deserted village and gone outside. Life outside can at least be better than in a deserted village. Although it is not as luxurious as the rich, you can still live more comfortably, right? But just when he was making this plan, Xiaohua said these words to himself while sitting in the sedan chair, which temporarily revived his dead heart.
