After the gangsters made money in Lu Town, they thought it would be good if they had guns, so they wandered around the deserted villages every day. Everyone they met knew that the gangsters had guns, so they all avoided them for fear of being caught. People don't dare to own guns. They know the consequences of concealing guns. If you are caught, you will go to jail.
The black bandit is not unaware of this, but in this deserted village, although everyone knows that he has a gun, they do not report it. After all, this is of no benefit to him. As long as the black bandit does not point the gun at him, he will become a murderer. . The man picked the sweet potatoes to be sold in Luzhen. He originally wanted to make some money, but the gangsters messed with him like this. It was raining and windy, and he sold more than a hundred kilograms of sweet potatoes. , but the income received is only a mere ten cents.
That man, Uncle Hua, would wrap his face with a piece of cloth every time he went to Luzhen, just to avoid being recognized by others, because in this case, it would be impossible for him to climb up to some dignitaries. . But not being able to establish a kinship relationship with this high-ranking official, for Uncle Hua, it was more uncomfortable than death.
However, due to the pressure of life, if he did not sell sweet potatoes, he would not be able to live this life. For this reason, Uncle Hua covered his face with a piece of cloth while selling sweet potatoes. If so, the dignitaries passing by would not recognize it even if they saw it. Otherwise, knowing that he is just a trafficker and a pawn, who would be willing to marry him?
Uncle Hua sold hundreds of kilograms of cold potatoes to the gangsters for a dime. At this time, he returned to the deserted village. Because the weather was fine, he went up the mountain and hoeed the ground silently, hoping to gain something. reward. If the weather is always like this, then if the cold potatoes are sold on Luzhen Street, they will definitely fetch a good price, at least not for a dime.
The sun was really nice. Under the fierce sun, Hua Bo didn't care that he had just suffered a heat stroke and his body was extremely weak. Generally speaking, he had to take a good rest at this time. But he refused to rest, because time flies by. If he doesn't work hard, how will he support his family?
Furthermore, the sun is good and the sun is sufficient. Some weeds growing in the ground will die soon after being exposed to the poison of the sun and the power of the hoe. This will not affect the growth of sweet potatoes. That's the best thing. Although it rained yesterday, of course if he had known it would rain that day, why would Uncle Hua go to the market? There was some loss, but compared to such a large field, the loss was always limited.
So he worked hard in his own land, believing that with his wisdom and hard work, he would be able to sell a load of sweet potatoes on the street soon, and he would be able to sell them at a good price. Thinking of this, Uncle Hua couldn't help but smile gradually appeared on his face.
Because of the loss in Luzhen, Hua Bo had to work harder at this time, otherwise it would be irreparable, and without money, living in a deserted village would be shameless. At this time, the sky was getting dark, and the moon had climbed out from the east mountain, casting a sheet of moonlight. Although it was somewhat poetic, it had no meaning to Hua Bo.
Taking advantage of the good weather and the bright sun, I worked day and night on the mountains. But at night, it was impossible to say that I was not afraid when I stayed alone on the mountains. Because it is said that in the middle of the night on this mountain, dead people can often be seen wandering in some woods. If the person is lucky, he cannot be seen, but some people who are about to die can be seen. Arrived.
People in the deserted village were afraid of seeing things they shouldn't see at night, so they all went back before the sun went down. No one would risk their own lives! But in order to make more money, Uncle Hua decided that even though the sun was setting, the screams of some wild beasts could even be heard on the mountain. This may be because they saw things they shouldn't have seen and thought they would soon be dead. The human world is filled with sorrow.
Hearing this voice, Uncle Hua did not go down the mountain at this time, and Aunt Hua, because she did not like Uncle Hua, was really looking forward to his death. Xiaohua originally wanted to go up to the mountains to be Huabo's companion, but the road was not easy to walk on and there were even poisonous snakes in the way, so she didn't dare to go forward. She just stayed in her room silently, just watching some things. Just a book.
Uncle Hua was a little scared when he was alone on this mountain, so he took out a cigarette and smoked it. With Yanzhi accompanying me, I was not afraid for a moment. I looked up at the moonlight. The moonlight was beautiful. The bad thing was that I was alone in this mountain. Otherwise, this life should be very good.
In order not to see something he shouldn't see, Uncle Hua even covered his eyes. In this way, even if he saw those legendary things, he would not be afraid. Otherwise, how desperate would it be to think that you are going to die?
But even though he couldn't see anyone, he heard someone talking, and the voice was unfamiliar to him. He didn't know who it was, so why was he talking to him in the middle of the night? The man seemed to be saying that his woman was sleeping with so-and-so at home. Hearing such words, this hit Uncle Hua as hard as the sky. At this time, he didn't even want to work on this mountain, but no If you are working, think about how you will live in the future.
Of course, to Hua Bo, the existence of this person is at the level of a god, because normal people would not talk like this. Besides, in the middle of the night, who has the leisure to talk to himself? He doesn't dare to stay on this mountain, because the darkness of the night is so intense that it makes people tremble. If this continues, Uncle Hua will You might actually get sick.
However, in order to make some money and make up for the losses he suffered in Lu Zhen, Uncle Hua, although he was very scared, did not dare to go back. Otherwise, no amount of wine could soothe his bad mood. Let's stay on the mountain. Everything will wait until tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow at most. Then pick up a load of cold potatoes and go to Lu Town to try your luck. If they sell well, then the losses suffered before will be nothing.
But suddenly, for some reason, a cloud appeared in the sky, which temporarily blocked the moonlight, making Uncle Hua who was working on the mountain unable to see anything, almost nothing at all. This removed the piece of cloth from his face, otherwise, he wouldn't be able to do this job.
Hua Bo saw himself. Not far ahead, he was busy in the field, his posture was almost the same as his own, he was wearing the same clothes, and there was also a piece of mud on his head.
What is going on? Hua Bo didn't know what was going on at this time. He wanted to go back and forget it. Otherwise, he didn't know what terrible things would happen.
But once we go back, if the grass is not removed when the sun comes out tomorrow, it will be very bad for the sweet potatoes in the field. In any case, we have to work for a while longer. The man himself stayed not far away, helping Uncle Hua to hoe the grass in the field silently. However, Uncle Hua did not thank him for coming. On the contrary, with the existence of this person, Uncle Hua even began to doubt his life at this time. .
Hua Bo felt that the situation was serious and that he might be in big trouble. But how to get rid of this trouble? To some philosophers, this may not be a big deal, but in Hua Bo's view, it was nothing more than A huge disaster. At this time, I didn’t care whether this person was me or not. Since I wanted to scare myself, I shouldn’t blame myself for being rude, so I found a piece of adobe on the ground, and without saying a word, I stepped forward and wanted to hit myself. .
However, when Uncle Hua came forward, he found that this person was no longer there. Maybe he had flown away? Uncle Hua couldn't find it for a while, so he lowered his head again and pulled the weeds in the ground.
When he was tired, Uncle Hua raised his head again and looked around. It was pitch black and there was no one there. Only the strong wind kept whistling by, rolling up the sweet potato leaves in the field, and the sound it made was very sad, no matter how easy it is, it is not an exaggeration.
At this moment, I inadvertently saw myself squatting not far away with my head lowered, pulling weeds in the ground like myself, and smoking a cigarette. Maybe I was scared. The anger in Hua Bo's heart was about to explode. He was already like this. What the hell are you trying to do to scare me?
Hua Bo rushed forward at this time, and had to catch himself, but when he came forward and took a look, what he caught in his hands was just some random grass, and he couldn't catch anything at all. "If it's a ghost, come out!" Hua Bo roared angrily.
However, this roar was blown away by the strong wind on this big mountain and disappeared for a time, making it impossible to find it. At this time, Uncle Hua was alone on the mountain, hoeing the ground silently. Because the weather was so good, the weeds were hoeed to death. When the sun hit them the next day, they died completely.
After hoeing for most of the night, the sun was about to come out. At this time, I had no strength at all and had to go back. Besides, someone said that my woman was doing bad things with someone. Why don't you go take a look and talk to that person?
After returning home, Uncle Hua saw nothing. His family members had all gone to sleep. It seemed that he was the only one busy in the entire deserted village. In order to make up for this loss, I kept busy. At this time, I thought of the gangsters. I can't blame them. On the contrary, I have to thank them. If they hadn't bought my jicama on a rainy day, I might have taken a dime. Less than.
Uncle Hua looked at the house. There was nothing in the courtyard and the door was closed. Why would anyone come in? Then I felt relieved, washed my body a little, and thought about the scene on the mountain, but I still didn’t understand how I could see myself. Maybe my eyes were dazzled, or someone had done something to me. Are your hands and feet causing you to hallucinate? Otherwise, how can we see ourselves?
