An old man in a deserted village saw Shaoqiu as a lonely, sick man, and the crops on the mountains gradually became barren because they could not be cultivated. The old man was always willing to help others, so at night, he quietly went up the mountain to hoe weeds in the ground for Shaoqiu.
As for the land that had not yet been cultivated, the old man plowed it himself. Next year, as long as it rains, there will be another good field. I didn't dare to plow the land for Shaoqiu during the day, because Shaoqiu wanted to study and was mistakenly thought to be a curse, so almost everyone shouted at him.
The people in the deserted village spread the word that anyone who dared to cultivate the land for Shaoqiu would be killed without mercy, and they would not be allowed to enter the ancestral graves after death. Therefore, there are almost no people in the deserted village who dare to speak for them. Even if they do, after speaking, they will be brought to justice by the people in the deserted village and beaten to death on the spot.
The old man had no choice but to quietly go to the mountains at night to cultivate some crops for Shaoqiu. Otherwise, this farming season would wait for no one, and once the season is over, the crops will never grow again. And at night, staying alone on this mountain was a little scary. As for what exactly I was afraid of, I didn't know for a while.
While I was working, I suddenly heard something sound around me. But in the middle of the night, besides myself, who else would dare to stay on this mountain without going home? Maybe it was the wind, the old man thought.
But at this time, he suddenly noticed a large painted face appeared, raised a hoe, and dug the hoe on his body. The old man was injured.
However, I don't blame anyone for a moment. There are many ghosts on this mountain. It is inevitable for me to be beaten by ghosts when I am alone here. Although he was injured, the old man's strong will kept him from plowing the fields for Shaoqiu, so he treated the wound briefly, and then he lowered his head and got busy again.
The attacker stayed aside and took a look and found that the ghost was not dead. There was nothing he could do for a while. The one who hit him, Uncle Hua, didn't know what to do, but now that he was so angry, he didn't want to stay on this mountain anymore.
It wasn't until he dug a hoe into the "ghost" that Uncle Hua realized that this person was not a ghost, but an old man. But the person who helped Shaoqiu should be killed according to the law, and beating him for a while was not considered an injustice. He then sat on his patio again and hummed softly.
This matter finally came to light, and the deserted village was searching for the old man everywhere. Unless he was brought to justice and the old guy was not beaten to death, it seemed that the people of the deserted village would never have peace. People gathered in front of Shaoqiu's house and asked him why he asked an old man to plow the land in the mountains at midnight?
Shaoqiu said that he did not know about this, otherwise, he would have to thank others properly. At this time, people in the deserted village, because of Shaoqiu's reading, originally just read some arithmetic books, but people with ulterior motives, such as Mr. Dog, took advantage of it, saying that Shaoqiu's reading was just a curse.
And Shaoqiu really should not read anything in English. People can hardly understand this book when reading it. For a while, some people thought wrongly, saying that this book is an evil book and has nothing to do with ancient magic. Quite different. Almost no one who heard the sound of reading would have a good ending. People didn't believe it at first, but Mr. Dog said it every day and every year, so even if they didn't believe it for a while, they started to believe it.
In order to completely knock Shaoqiu down, he would no longer be able to make him utter spell-like words. Otherwise, the people in the deserted village would almost be in a state of panic. Is he afraid that if he doesn't do something right one day, he falls off a cliff for no reason or drowns while swimming, and Shaoqiu doesn't have a wife. If he dies, his wife will not be able to sleep with him?
For this reason, the people in the deserted village hated Shaoqiu as much as the sky. No one dared to help him for a while, even some saints, when they saw Shaoqiu, they would scold him and even say bad things about him for no reason.
At this time, people heard that someone dared to help Shaoqiu plow the land in the mountains. The crowd was furious and wanted to kill the person who was helping the tyrants to persecute the emperor. However, because it was at night, even Uncle Hua couldn't see clearly, so he finally escaped.
On this day, Uncle Hua stayed in his house again. He had nowhere to go. Besides, he injured an old man for no reason, and he was in a very uncomfortable mood at this moment. If you think about it carefully, the old man was doing good things, but why did he hurt someone?
For a moment, I felt that I was not a human being, but I also misjudged it at that time. I thought it was a ghost. Otherwise, why would I hit someone? For a moment, I was lying on the table, sighing for a long time. If I had known it was a human being, I wouldn't have hit anyone even if my stomach hurt.
While he was thinking so wildly, someone from the deserted village came to the door and said he wanted to invite him out for a meeting. Uncle Hua had never been to a meeting in his life, and he didn't want to go at this time, because what he had done was really ugly. How could he face others for a while?
However, people finally invited Hua Bo to the venue. His deeds had already spread, and everyone said that he played well. Hearing people say this, Uncle Hua felt very good for a moment. It turned out that he was just beating bad guys, so what else could he think about?
As for the people in the deserted village, there were many people who gave them red flowers for a while. However, Uncle Hua felt that he deserved it anyway, so he didn't even want it. However, people in the deserted village said that he had made great achievements, so they wore red flowers for him for a while, and even inscribed him on bamboo and silk, hoping to leave his name in history.
While celebrating for Uncle Hua, the kind-hearted old man appeared. His clothes were ragged and dilapidated, and he was still injured. It was not thanks to Uncle Hua! Standing in front of people at this time, being slapped by people constantly, it seems that not doing so is not enough to make it memorable.
Some people even suggested that the old man should be killed altogether, so that he would not quietly go to the mountains again to plow the fields for Shaoqiu. However, many people in the deserted villages have said that they can stop it and spare him for now. If he does it again in the future, he will definitely not be forgiven!
After the people dispersed, the deserted village became peaceful again, with only the wind blowing gently and the river murmuring like a dream. Shaoqiu sat in his room under the light, silently thinking about some past events.
The people in the deserted village didn't treat me well, which made me quite uncomfortable for a while, but if I didn't stay in the deserted village, where could I go? If you think about it carefully, you really have nowhere to go, so you have to stay here. Even if people treat you like this, so what?
However, the best way is to stay here, otherwise, once you go out, it will be difficult to come back. Just as he was thinking this, he heard Aunt Hua appear in front of his house again.
As soon as she appeared in front of her house, Aunt Hua couldn't help laughing. The sound was really nice. When she heard the laughter, Shaoqiu didn't want to leave. Otherwise, Aunt Hua may look down on herself, and once she looks down on herself, she still wants to get her daughter, which is probably not possible.
When Shaoqiu heard this laughter, did she think her reading was right? Maybe, otherwise, why would she smile so happily?
It is enough to have a confidant in life. Shaoqiu stayed in his room and was thinking like this. While he was thinking this, he heard someone knocking on the door again, gently knocking on his door. Maybe it was the wind. The night was already so deep, and who else was there? Coming?
Opening the door and looking outside, the person who came was none other than Xiaohua. She was holding a handful of flowers in her hand. When she looked at Shaoqiu, the smile on her face was really impressive. The pears were full of flowers in March. Tree-like. Shaoqiu didn't dare to accept the flowers she sent for a while, but the girl placed the flowers on Shaoqiu's table, smiled again, and left quickly.
Behind Xiao Hua, Mr. Wu's voice could be clearly heard. When he saw Xiao Hua giving flowers to Shao Qiu, he stamped his feet fiercely as he walked past Shao Qiu's house. It is unjustifiable no matter how you say it, your daughter-in-law giving flowers to others for no reason.
"I'm going to kill you!" Mr. Wu threw these words to Shaoqiu when he left. These words were really scary to hear in the deserted village at night.
A gust of wind passed by, and the deserted village was desolate. At this time, the river no longer whispered, but roared something. The mountains in the distance were speechless for a moment, and the stones on the mountains roared one after another in the night, as if they were expressing their opinions on something inappropriate.
One day, Shaoqiu went to Luzhen. At this time, the low adobe houses in Luzhen were already crowded with people. People going to the market came from all over the country to see the prosperity of Luzhen. Shaoqiu came to Luzhen at this time, still just because he wanted to come to Luzhen to sell the sweet potatoes he had worked so hard to grow in the mountains.
However, when he was walking on the streets of Luzhen, he found that Mr. Wu was following him, armed with a gun. Gunfire erupted from time to time, causing chaos in Luzhen. Mr. Wu didn't talk much to Shaoqiu, but he fired a shot as soon as they met.
Fortunately, Mr. Wu's marksmanship was not accurate, and the shot only hit a stone. Sparks immediately flew from the stone, but Shao Qiu Equinox was not damaged at all. Seeing that Mr. Wu was such a person, Shaoqiu didn't dare to stay with him for a while. He could only run forward desperately, otherwise?
"Fuck you, stop!" Mr. Wu shouted, and the gunshots continued. It seemed that Shaoqiu might really die in Luzhen. However, maybe it was God's blessing. Although Shaoqiu was constantly shuttled in the hail of bullets, he was still unscathed.
"Stop!" At this time, the black bandit also rushed over with two axes, cooperating with Mr. Wu to chop Shaoqiu's two axes.
