The black bandit is seriously ill. It just happened overnight. There was no problem with my stomach at all, but for some reason, that night, it was so painful that I kept rolling on the bed, and it even hurt like shit.
I went to the hospital for a checkup and found out that I was seriously ill. The doctor said that for fear of scaring the gangsters, I couldn't reveal it at the moment, otherwise it would greatly interfere with the treatment of the disease.
"How much does it cost?" the gangster asked the doctor.
"I'm afraid it will cost millions of dollars." The doctor said seriously.
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The black bandit returned to his residence. He was disheartened and lying on the bed. He didn't know what to do when he heard someone knocking gently on his iron door, making crisp sounds. This reminded the black bandit that he had buried iron tools on the battlefield. If he dug out those tanks, artillery, etc. and sold them, he should be able to make some money, right?
After arriving at the battlefield, I searched for a long time, but it turned out that everything had changed. The battlefield was no longer a battlefield, but turned into patches of farmland. The exact location where the iron tools were buried could not be found for a while. Not only could he not find it, but he was accidentally bitten by a snake while searching at night. Fortunately, it was not poisonous, otherwise the black bandit would have been dead with just this one bite.
When I returned to my house, I remembered the doctor's words: One million yuan would be needed to treat a disease. How much farm work would it take to earn that? I couldn't lie in bed anymore. Even though it was night, I had to go up to the mountains to work. Otherwise, if I wanted to raise so much money, I couldn't do this at all costs.
The black bandit's cropland had long been overgrown with weeds due to lack of management. At that time, for some unknown reason, a dragon was hidden there, which frightened the black bandit to the point where he did not dare to hoe the field at all. But when he turned around, he saw that Long was no longer staying in his own crop field. He saw that the air on the mountain was very fresh, and he still had some strength. If he didn't take advantage of this moment to work hard and earn some money for medical treatment, I'm afraid it won't be right if the money comes.
From then on, the black bandit worked day and night in his cornfield, sometimes until he almost died. However, when people passing by saw that the black bandit was dead, they just beat him. It's just a miserable Oh Ho who didn't come forward to help. Until there was a heavy rain in the sky, and there were frequent lightnings. People and gods were really angry about the black bandit. No, the lightning struck down, and it happened to hit the black bandit.
Maybe God's intention is to completely defeat the gangster and send him to the West. It seems that he is not allowed to live, right? Otherwise, why would the thunder only hit him, while other people walking on the mountain were safe and sound? Even with the lightning appearing, it was very convenient to walk on the rugged mountain road without using a flashlight.
The Dudu black bandits were struck by lightning. After the black bandit was struck by lightning, for a moment, bursts of laughter came from the sky. God's plan had succeeded. The person who should laugh at this time was really the black bandit. But after that laughter, for some reason, not only did the black bandit not die, but he woke up, wiped his eyes, and looked around. Amidst the heavy rain, he couldn't see anything at all. He just heard a sound coming from the sky. The voice seemed to be someone shouting to the sky.
The black bandits who got up from the heavy rain did not dare to be as lazy as before, so they had to work hard. If they did not save some money or cure their diseases, they would die and let those beautiful women fall into the hands of thin men. In the hands of other disciples, it can also be said that he is very unwilling.
The corn on the ground is growing well. With the moisture of the rain, it is so long that it has grown to one length in the blink of an eye. The time it took to smoke a cigarette was different from before, and those corn cobs, in a short time, were already tied to the corn trees, swaying in the wind, very cute and beautiful, and it made the black gangsters do it. When he comes back alive, he is even more powerful. Even if his waist slips or his feet sprain, he doesn't take it to heart.
At the edge of the field, in the cornfield of the thin man, there were a few haggard corn cobs growing sparsely on the ground. When the wind blew gently, those corn cobs had already collapsed a lot, broken, and their heads were hanging down. It was swaying in the wind, and the sound it made was so miserable that it was unbearable to hear it.
And in the cornfield of the black bandit, this piece of golden light reflected the moonlight. Some of the corns became spirits and turned into big girls. They appeared in the vast ocean of corn bushes and hid in the poetic moonlight. The black bandit chased after him. This God-given opportunity must not be missed. If he didn't fall in love with him in this cornfield and talk to him in love, he wouldn't be a black bandit.
But when I caught it, I saw it was not a girl, just a huge corn cob. This corn cob looks extremely beautiful. At first glance, it doesn't look much different from a beautiful girl.
Overnight, other people's corns were growing rapidly, but in the black bandits' fields, the corns not only grew well, but also seemed to have gotten the season wrong and matured ahead of schedule. Corn is grown a lot earlier than ordinary people, at least two or three months.
By September, the corn in the black bandit's field was completely mature. At this time, sitting in my own field, looking at this vast ocean-like field, I felt very happy. With these corns, if sold, it should be quite good. Make some money. No, at night, everyone is asleep, some are snoring, and some are having some good dreams, either going to distant places to date women, or dreaming that they have picked up some gold and silver treasures for nothing. .
Only the black bandit did not dare to have such boring dreams that night. He picked up the basket and went up the mountain, picked up all the corn from the cornfield one by one, and dried it in front of his house. The sun shines on the valley floor.
After picking up all the corn from the mountains, there was so much corn in the sun valley flat that it was impossible to count it. Sometimes the black bandits might have counted too much and simply couldn't count it. Originally, there were probably dozens or hundreds of tons of corn, but when the black bandits counted it, it was only a few dozen ears.
But even the black bandit himself didn't believe this number. "With so much corn, how could there be only a few dozen?" For a moment, he stopped counting. It didn't matter how much it was, as long as he could make money.
After all the corn on the mountain was brought home, the clouds in the sky seemed to be far away for a while, for fear that they would block the sun during the day and prevent the black bandits from drying the corn cobs. In order to make the black bandits believe that they would not do some damage, some clouds fell from the sky and dissipated completely. They ceased to be clouds and turned into a wisp of smoke, disappearing like ghosts.
Because I don’t know how much corn there is, at night, people in the deserted village are ready to move, because there is no number of corn anyway, I don’t know how much there is, why not take some? No one cares anyway.
In this way, the number of corns that the black bandits dried in their own corn-shading flat gradually decreased. However, despite this, no one felt that there was less, so there was no number at all. One less corn was basically the same as no less.
It wasn't until that night when the black bandit went out to urinate that he found that there was no corn left on his dry rice field. Then he realized that something was wrong. Someone had stolen the corn that he had worked so hard to grow. Among these people, the thin man benefited the most. The shabby corn he planted on the mountain was just a pretense. The real thing was not that, but the golden, bright and fragrant corn grown by the black bandits.
On this day, the black bandit was walking in the deserted village and found this thin man eating corn. Moreover, the corn looked very similar to the kind he had grown. He immediately went up and questioned him, wanting to know what was going on. thing.
"Why do you have corn to eat?" asked the black bandit.
"I grew it myself." The thin man replied while eating the stolen corn.
"Can you grow such good corn on your poor land?" the black bandit asked.
"Anyway, I planted it!" The thin man now knew that the black bandit was sick, and for a moment, he was quite unafraid, so he shouted.
"Okay." The black bandit didn't dare to compete with him. He knew that he was ill and in such a disadvantageous position that he couldn't fight with others.
The gangster left. Not long after, I returned to my home, and the corn I had worked so hard to grow was gone in just one night. At this time, I really shed tears. If I had known this, I would not have gone to the mountains to plant corn.
At this point, I really had to think of a way, otherwise, didn't the doctor say that he might die soon? The gangster didn't want to die, so he had to find a way to save himself from death.
That night, the black bandit came out of his house and looked at the empty Shaiguping. There was almost nothing on it. In a moment of anger, he picked up a huge stone and threw it into the depths of the river.
"The doctor said I'm sick," the black bandit said to himself, "but why do I have so much energy?"
On the empty drying ground, dozens or hundreds of tons of corn seemed to have evaporated from the world almost overnight, with not a single one left. The black bandit originally wanted to investigate the matter, but among the people in the deserted village, except for the thin man who had corn at home, the others had almost nothing to do with corn. It is too far-fetched to insist that someone stole his own corn. ?
The deserted village at night looked quite mysterious and strange for some reason. For a moment, I didn’t want to go there. Plus, the heavy rain kept falling. The black bandit immediately got into his house, thinking hard about how to deal with it. Method.
"I have to get some money tomorrow no matter what." The black bandit said to himself in his heart.
The gangster looked at his gun. If he wanted to make money, he really could only rely on this at this time. But this matter is not so easy to handle. If something goes wrong, it will be fatal.
However, in order to treat himself, it seems that there is only one way at present, and he is preparing to rob a bank with a gun.
The night was still very dark, and I felt very envious to stay alone in this empty and boring room, listening to the sweet sounds coming from other people's houses. I wonder when I will be able to make lovely sounds like my own woman?
Tomorrow, the gangsters are going to rob the bank. At this time, staying in their own house, they have to take a good look at everything in this deserted village. Maybe if they go there, they may never come back.
The black bandit was a little reluctant to part with this landscape. If he hadn't been ill (of course this was what the doctor said, otherwise, a man like him who could eat, sleep, and have a strong body would not be associated with the disease anyway) , how could you have such an idea of thunder and lightning at this time?
"May the Bodhisattva bless you." The black bandit stood in front of his house, bowed to the sky, and prayed silently for himself.
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