When Hua Bo saw the cow eating the crops in his field, he got up and wanted to beat the cow, but he was weak because of heat stroke. With such a large area of crops ruined, how would he live in the future? This made Uncle Hua very sad, but he couldn't think of a solution even if he racked his brains.
After taking a short rest in the field, Hua Bo was already able to walk around, and there was nothing else to do for a while, so he immediately went down the mountain. This year's harvest will be quite bad, and the only family with food is Mr. Wu. In order to prevent the family from starving, Uncle Hua had no choice but to shamelessly go to Mr. Wu's house.
"Are you here?" Mr. Wu asked as soon as he saw Uncle Hua.
"You're here, can you not come?" Hua Bo replied.
"What are you doing here?" Mr. Wu asked with a smile.
"No, I just came to have fun and see you. I haven't seen you for a long time, so I came to the door." Hua Bo said.
"Oh, I just came to the door." Mr. Wu responded calmly.
At this time, Mr. Wu led Uncle Hua into one of his rooms. There was a lot of grain hidden in the room, because some of the grains had rotted away over time. When Uncle Hua saw so much millet, he gave Mr. Wu a thumbs up.
"You are really good." Hua Bo said.
"It's nothing, it's just some grain. Anyway, I can't eat much by myself, and the extra grain means nothing to me." Mr. Wu said with a smile.
"Damn, if I had so much food, I would be so happy. I really want to borrow some food from him for the New Year." Uncle Hua said in his heart, but he said, "You are really good, but My family also has a lot of food, so eating as a family is not a problem."
So, the two of them chatted for a while, and Uncle Hua felt uncomfortable staying here anymore, because seeing so much food, it was even a kind of ridicule to him, a silent ridicule. Others can grow so much food, but I can almost say that I can't harvest anything. It's really annoying to compare one person to another.
Uncle Hua couldn't stay in Mr. Wu's house anymore, so he returned to his own house. He sat on a stone for a while, imagining what it would be like when the family starved to death in the future, and couldn't help but shed tears. At this time, I looked outside the door. No one could be seen outside. There were almost no traces of human life. Only the small river continued to flow eastward and chanted in a low voice, as if telling people some desolate past events.
Suddenly, Hua Bo stood in front of his house and saw that it was getting dark. He thought that his family would soon starve to death. This made people realize that it was ridiculous. Just be sure not to spread it to the ears of your relatives, otherwise, all your ambitions in the past will be wiped out, and if people know that you are a starving ghost, what will they say about you behind your back?
At this moment, Uncle Hua thought of the food in Mr. Wu's house, and he felt for a moment that he had to get some anyway, otherwise, he would starve to death. However, when he thought of Mr. Wu's gun, Uncle Hua was afraid for a moment, and was even frightened. Fortunately, God had blessed him, otherwise, would he have survived after being shot?
For the moment, I didn't dare to think about the food in Mr. Wu's house. I could only think about other people's food, such as Shaoqiu's. Anyway, he was only one person and couldn't eat so much. Moreover, the fields on his mountain are so big. If they are planted well, the harvest will be quite good.
On this day, Uncle Hua went up to the mountain with his hoe, because the mountain was enough to breathe fresh air and hear ghosts singing. Yes, there are quite a few ghosts in the mountains and forests, but in this deserted village, although there are ghosts, they are not aggressive towards people, and they can live in peace for a while.
Listening to ghosts sing has become a pastime for Uncle Hua when he is bored. The shrill flute sound cannot be played without ghosts. The sound of the flute played by people is not as miserable as this ghost. Otherwise, Uncle Hua would not sit alone on the mountain and listen quietly when the sun sets.
Life is so desolate. At Hua Bo's age, he sees the sun turning to the west, and soon he will no longer be alive. At this time, I heard the ghost playing the flute, smelled the desolation of the flute, and felt sad for the vicissitudes of the human world. The long wind whistled away, just like a mother's hand gently soothing my sorrow.
At this time, Uncle Hua would quietly light a cigarette. Facing the poignant beauty of the setting sun, his mood was as sad as the sound of a ghost's flute. Hearing it, he could quite resonate with it. Hua Bo looked at his big field at this time. It was already dilapidated. Even if he redoubled his efforts, he was afraid that it would not be able to help the established fact. This year's harvest would definitely not be good. The danger of starving to death was still waiting for him and waiting for him. Holding your own little flower.
At this time, Uncle Hua had tears in his eyes and sighed long and long alone about the passage of time. If he was strong enough, then this would not be a big deal. At most, it would only make him spend more effort. But that was not the case at this time. I could almost say that my back was sore and I had almost no strength to walk. It would probably be impossible to plow this big field all over again.
Thinking of this, life has really come to a dead end. Thinking of Xiao Hua's future life, he often looked up to others and lived a life without dignity. As a father, Hua Bo didn't even shed tears when he cried. Mr. Wu also has extremely bad intentions. Once he finds out that he has no food, he will rely on his sufficient food reserves to almost treat himself as nothing.
You can't live in this world and make people laugh at you, Uncle Hua thought in his heart, but right now, he can only make people laugh at him. Thinking of this, Uncle Hua couldn't help but feel sad!
At this time, he came to the field where a large section of his crops had been chewed off by cattle. He looked at it and realized that if it could grow, it would probably become a legend in the world. At that time, I really had a lot of hatred for Shaoqiu. Could it be that his farmland became like this because of Shaoqiu? If he hadn't been studying, how could his crops have become like this?
I was quite angry for a moment, no, after yelling, I cursed my mother in the sky, and walked towards Shaoqiu's field. As for Shaoqiu's big field, although he rarely saw him going up the mountain, the crops in this field couldn't be better. At least compared with his own, Hua Bo had to feel inferior.
Hua Bozhi was so angry that he almost fell down, but in order to deal with Shaoqiu's crops, of course it was because Shaoqiu was a scholar and had little strength, otherwise he would not dare to do it. For example, Mr. Wu, he dared ? At this time, I went to the edge of Shaoqiu's field and looked at the crops. I seemed to hear the crops scolding my mother.
"Is this really unreasonable?" Hua Bo roared at this time, and he rushed towards it. He didn't care whether the crop was dirty or not, or whether it had insects or not. He just bit it in his mouth and chewed it to pieces in just a few moments.
"See how good you are?" Uncle Hua said to the crops, "I'll bite you to death!"
However, when he looked at the crop he had just bitten, he found that there was blood on the leaves. Could it be that he was alive too? Uncle Hua didn't dare to stay there anymore, so he yelled and left. Otherwise, he might encounter something even more unexpected.
At this time, he was sitting in his field again, listening to the sound of the flute not far away. It was so beautiful that it made people a little shy. It was so beautiful. And the night gradually fell on the deserted village. The mountains were desolate for a while, and no one could hear the noise of human voices. Everything seemed desolate at this time.
The weather is quite good, I am sure that tomorrow will be another great day, but this means nothing to me anymore. The sunny weather can only help Shaoqiu's fields. I was really envious of him for a moment.
The sun gradually sank in the western sky. Looking back suddenly, Hua Bo found that there was a person busy in the fields in Shaoqiu. However, he could not recall the appearance of this person for a moment. This person definitely did not come from a deserted village. So what is going on when this person is staying in the fields of Shaoqiu to hoe weeds?
"Is it a ghost helping Shaoqiu hoe the ground?" Thinking of this, Uncle Hua was quite scared for a moment, but he did not dare to run away because he would not be able to run away if he encountered a ghost. I can only sit quietly on this mountain and watch the ghost hoeing the grass in the field for Shaoqiu.
If the grass is hoeed, it will die tomorrow when the sun shines, and the crops will grow quite well. Uncle Hua even wanted to ask the ghost to repair the crops for him, but when he saw the ghost's appearance, he was a little scared anyway, let alone talking to him.
When Uncle Hua saw this scene, he was a little scared for a moment. He looked around and saw that there was no one around. He was the only one in this mountain. And that ghost, for some unknown reason, was still working very hard to plant the seeds for Shaoqiu.
But after watching for a while, Uncle Hua discovered that the old man in this place was Shaoqiu's grandfather. However, although Uncle Hua had seen Shaoqiu's grandfather, it was many years ago. Shaoqiu's grandfather has been dead for many years. Why is he standing in Shaoqiu's field farming for his grandson?
Uncle Hua is probably the most unfaithful person in the world. Otherwise, how could such a large field be gnawed by cows for no reason? Moreover, the cows gnawed their own crops in an upright manner. This is not his fault. Who can blame the poor luck? If you're lucky, you won't see any ghosts at this time.
Shaoqiu's grandfather was busy in the fields, bent over, and for a moment he didn't care about Uncle Hua, as if Uncle Hua didn't exist. Uncle Hua wanted to run away for a moment, but because he was alone, he couldn't alert the ghost. Otherwise, if he knew about it, his escape would be impossible.
It's best to just sit on this big rock. Even if it's a ghost, it doesn't matter. I don't want to live anyway. Sooner or later, I will become a ghost. Just as I was thinking this, I suddenly heard a thunder in the sky. After the thunder, everything was invisible. At this time, the moonlight shone lightly on the hill. When I looked back, I saw that in the fields of Shaoqiu It was so quiet that nothing unclean could be seen.
Hua Bo went down the mountain, but suddenly found that his stomach was quite uncomfortable. Maybe it was because he was too frightened and temporarily affected his spleen and stomach. After going down the mountain, Uncle Hua closed the door and stayed in the house for a while, not daring to come out.
