The black bandit was sitting in a dilapidated house, literally surrounded by bare walls and almost empty. The only company he had was a broken gun and the screams of the old bustard on the old tree in front of the door at night, and nothing else.
There are no women. Even if a woman smiles at him, she suddenly wonders if she has made a mistake. How can she have a good impression of such a poor person?
At night, I was lying alone in bed, still unable to fall asleep. When I couldn't sleep, I quietly got up, walked out of the house, stood in the wind, and then fell asleep again. When the gangster is sleeping, there will often be an unidentified person lying in front of the door. He looks extremely scary with a sinister and terrifying smile. He seems to want to take advantage of the danger, and even wants to enter the gangster's house and suck him dry. of blood.
Soon after, the gangster went to Lu Town and found a divine fortune teller to tell a fortune. The things mentioned in the hexagrams made the gangster confused. Because of his poverty, ghosts and strange things would quietly appear in the place at night. In front of his house.
"Dare?" Hearing what the fortune teller said, the black bandit became angry.
"Why don't you dare?" said the fortune teller, "that kind of thing specializes in bullying the poor."
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The black bandit has returned to his house again, and now he wants to do some business. Otherwise, he really won't be able to live, right? The family didn't have much money left, and it was a market day. The gangster took the money with him and hurried to Lu Town, hoping to do some business.
When I arrived in Luzhen, I was walking around on the streets, trying to buy a lean cow. God really had a vision. In an inconspicuous corner, someone was really selling a lean cow. The black bandit walked over and looked at the lean cow. The asking price was not expensive and met his requirements. After talking with the owner for a while, he bought the lean cow.
When I led the thin cow back to the deserted village, I was secretly happy. There was nothing wrong with the cow. It just lacked feed. As long as it was carefully taken care of, it would definitely be fat in less than a month. Then I would take it to Luzhen. Wouldn't it be possible to make a lot of money by selling it? Anyway, there is plenty of fodder next to the black bandit's house, so he doesn't have to worry about having no grass to eat.
All hope can only rely on this cow. Otherwise, it will be really difficult in this life without money. Not to mention people, even ghosts will bully you. It's fine now. With this cow, after fattening it up, and then taking it to Lu Town to sell it, we should be able to make some money, right?
A month later, the thin cow had turned into a fat cow. When he was brought to Luzhen, everyone who saw it praised him highly, and some people were willing to pay to buy the cow. But for some reason, it started raining continuously. As soon as the rain came down, the cow suffered from a cold and coughed from time to time. The man had to plow the fields, so he couldn't buy a sick cow back. The bandit's cow became such a bad thing that it spat and ran away.
After the man slipped away, the sun gradually came out again, and it was even warmer than before. It shone on the cow's body. In the blink of an eye, he no longer coughed. The cold and cold were cured immediately, and he returned to his healthy body. But half a day later, the black bandit still couldn't sell it. Some people said that the cow was too fat and could not walk if they were afraid of plowing.
But some people said that the cow looked at them indifferently for some reason. It was a very thief and seemed to be planning something evil. What if it killed its own child when they were not paying attention? At this time, the buyer's child kept crying and persuaded his father not to buy the cow because the cow looked very scary.
The buyer also listened to his child and stopped buying the cow. Otherwise, it would not be a big deal to take it back and frighten his only son.
As the sun gradually set, a buyer looked at the black bandit's cow and thought it was good. It was fat and strong, so it should be a good cow. At this time, he wanted to test the strength of the cow and see how strong its legs were. . Otherwise, if you go to the mountains to plow the fields, you will not be able to plow a few fields and will refuse to work, but you want to sleep on the mountains. This will not be good.
At that time, someone advised the man not to make any mistakes, because the eyes of this cow were very different from those of other people, and it might cause serious trouble. However, because the bull was fat, the buyer should have no trouble plowing the fields. He ignored everyone's advice and rode on the back of the bull, and then walked a few steps on the street.
But as soon as I got on the back of the bull, I didn't know what evil was possessed. The bull kept twisting its back and arching its waist. It really didn't want this stranger to ride on its back. It even kept roaring. It was not supposed to. It could talk, and in a hurry, it even cursed at mother. The buyer didn't want it at that time, "What the hell is this?"
The buyer spat, feeling very shameless. In the blink of an eye, he left and disappeared at the end of the street.
With no other choice, the black bandit had no choice but to lead his cattle and set foot on the road back to the deserted village when the sun was about to set.
On the way home, the black bandit had a stomachache and had to lie down on a stone. Otherwise, it would be unbearable. Because once he stood up, the intestines in his stomach seemed to be broken, otherwise, he would not be lying on a stone.
I saw the black bandit lying on a rock. Although the cow was fat, it actually ran away at this time. It moved like the wind and was very fast. The black bandit chased for a while, but could not catch up. If my stomach didn't hurt on weekdays, chasing this fat cow would be pretty easy, but it couldn't be done at this time. I couldn't straighten my back, otherwise, my intestines seemed to be broken.
I reluctantly chased the cow for a while, and saw that the cow was getting further and further away. Not long after, it had disappeared on the horizon. In a distant place, the cow's former owner appeared, said something to the black bandit, and drove up his cow. In between, this disappeared.
"Damn it, I've been raising cattle for so long for nothing." The black bandit spat.
When we returned to the deserted village, it was already completely dark. In the night without lights, there were only a few pale stars hanging high in the sky, blinking, and they were even more beautiful than usual. But there is nothing beautiful about such a night for the black bandits. At this time, they just want to die, because all their money is used to buy cattle, but in the end, this is the end, alas!
After sitting in front of his house and drinking for a while, the black bandit felt better. Soon after, out of boredom, he fell into a deep sleep, trying to find his cow in his dream.
At this moment, the fighting in the northwest woke him up. He got up and walked out of the house. Soon after, he was standing at the door of the dilapidated house, looking into the distance. The sky turned red for a while, and even the stars in the sky burned away. It was truly spectacular on such a night.
I don’t know who started fighting with whom in the northwest. It seemed that a civil war broke out in the Kingdom of Siam. The fighting was very brutal at this time, with countless casualties, which shocked the world for a time. People were talking about it, condemning it, or praising it.
The black bandit has now become a poor man, a complete poor man, he can almost be said to be penniless. Living like this, it is really better to die. However, thinking of those women, the gangster couldn't bear to think about it for a while. He had to find a way to get some money. Otherwise, wouldn't his life be ridiculous?
In a dark night, the black bandit set foot on the battlefield. The only purpose of his trip was to pick up abandoned vehicles on the battlefield. Of course I didn’t dare to go during the day, because the war was fierce and if I was not careful, my life would be at risk!
But at night, I sneaked onto the battlefield alone, with only one target, and that was some disabled tanks and artillery on the battlefield. Not to mention, there are quite a lot of scrapped tanks on the battlefield at this time, but it would be useless to look at these things blankly and not get them back. Otherwise, it would be a good idea to transport these tanks back and sell them as scraps. This idea can make a lot of money, right?
At this time, I was standing sideways in the battlefield, among these scrapped vehicles. There was no one around me, almost only myself. Facing these valuable things, my heart was beating fast. As long as we transport these things back and sell them to a scrap collection shop, we should be able to make quite a bit of money.
Just when he was about to do this, the sky suddenly started firing again, and the fire was blazing, almost turning the night sky red. The black bandit is hiding in a small hole. All he can do is wait until the shells are used up.
A cannonball exploded in front of the black bandit's eyes. If not for the blessing of Bodhisattva, the black bandit might not be alive at that time. He stood up and shook off the soil all over his body. When he looked again, he saw that the wilderness was already in a state of depression, and there was no movement at all. The two sides had already fallen into a truce. Otherwise, why would it be so quiet?
The black bandit stood in front of an abandoned chariot with a hoe. He got in and looked around, trying to get some valuable things, but found nothing. He quickly slipped out, carrying a steel pipe on his shoulder. It was very heavy, and for a while, it was really hard to carry it.
"Damn it, if you can transport this tank to a scrap shop, you can make some money, right?" the black bandit thought.
But this chariot was so huge that it would be impossible to carry it on the shoulders. At this moment, another cannon was fired not far away. The huge explosion scared the black bandits away from standing there and sneaked back quietly. I walked into a small dilapidated cave, looking at the abandoned iron tools not far away, not knowing what to do.
"Why not bury those abandoned chariots, and then mark the place where they are buried. When you have time, come back and take away the iron tools, and then sell them slowly..." the black bandit thought.
With this thought in mind, he started doing it. But at this time, for some unknown reason, it started to rain again and again, as if it was deliberately trying not to deal with him and not let his clothes get wet, so he would not let it go.
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