The gangster really wanted to rob the bank. However, when he stood in front of the bank and faced the armed guards, the thought of taking money rather than his life disappeared. He had no choice but to return to the deserted village and continue to think about being in the crop fields. Find some way.
Before dawn that day, the black bandit got up, washed his face in a hurry, and went up the mountain in the dark, hoping to serve the crops in the field. Although his corn was stolen and almost none of it was left, there was still a rice field on the mountain. The rice was ripe, so he became cautious and would not let anyone steal it again.
In order to prevent his rice from being stolen, the black bandits got up before dawn every day and headed for the mountains. They had to hold on, otherwise what would happen if the gangsters stole it again? Their hopes and everything would be lost. In this rice field.
This rice field probably covers hundreds of acres, which is quite large for a deserted village, at least compared to the one owned by the thin man. Once the rice is mature, he will harvest all the rice, dry it in the sun, and then take it to Lu Town to sell it in exchange for some money to treat diseases.
One day, the black bandits went to the mountains early. They had to go to their rice fields to pull out weeds and drive away some birds that were greedy for their grains. By the way, they also wanted to go to the mountains to see the clouds.
Sitting on the edge of the field, watching the rice gradually grow, each one was golden and brilliant, which made the black bandit feel very happy for a moment. It seemed that with these rice, he had life. I am no longer afraid of death.
During the day, the temperature is very high, 40 degrees Celsius, and there is a yellow warning for high temperature. At this time, ordinary people no longer stay on the mountain and go back immediately, otherwise there will be endless troubles, and many people have died because of this. However, the black bandit did not want to go back, because he had to protect these crops no matter what. Seeing that the temperature was too high, the black bandit immediately got some fans. Regardless of his own health, he stood on the edge of the field and walked back and forth. I was busy back in the field, fanning the rice so as not to overheat it.
After many days of this, the millet became more and more ripe, and the harvest was in sight. However, by this time, the black bandit's body was getting weaker and weaker, and he would almost collapse when the wind blew. For these millets, the black bandits took great pains. Sometimes they lived in the mountains and fell asleep holding the millets.
It's impossible not to do this. The corns you own are an example. You can no longer be careless. Even if there are some unclean things on the mountain, it doesn't matter. What is more depressing than losing your property?
As a result of working day and night, I became sick due to overwork. My body, which was not sick at first, gradually became sick. The black bandit didn't even have the strength to go up the mountain, but on this day, seeing that the sky was very nice, it would be a waste of time to stay in his room for nothing, so he got up early and climbed up the mountain. .
Halfway through the climb, I really couldn't climb anymore due to lack of physical strength. I had no choice but to sit on the road, take a rest, and wait until my physical strength recovered and I had some strength before climbing up the mountain. At this moment, someone hurriedly walked past him. From the looks of it, wasn't it Master Gou? I just didn't know why he was going up the mountain at this time.
When Mr. Gou passed by the black bandit, he did not say hello to him. Not long ago, the two of them were fighting each other with swords and guns. Now that they met, they didn't say anything. That was reasonable and not worth making a fuss about. I haven't seen him for a few days. Master Gou is more energetic than before. He is so fat and strong. He comes and goes like the wind, has high morale and can swallow thousands of miles like a tiger.
The black bandit didn't know why, but he became so thin at this time. In addition, he had some rheumatism and couldn't move for a while. Even if Mr. Gou hit himself, even if he cut him, the black bandit would never fight back. Power.
Fortunately, Mr. Dog just walked by in a hurry and didn't hold any grudge. In the blink of an eye, he passed by him and headed up the mountain. But Mr. Gou has no property in the mountains. What does he want to do when he goes up the mountains?
When Mr. Gou arrived at the mountain, he was really in a good mood when facing this large rice field. Of course he didn't know how to farm, so he lived by doing evil things. As time went by, he gradually became less so. What a blessing. In the past few days, I have been losing one after another and almost lost my life.
Thinking of the dangers of those things and the unbearable days of licking blood with the blade of a knife, Mr. Gou no longer wanted to do it. He wanted to wash his hands in a golden basin and live a good life. But for some reason, the millet at home was about to disappear. As a human being, it is impossible not to eat. For a while, in order to survive, we could only rely on the millet growing on the mountains.
Master Gou came to the black bandit's field. Looking at this large area of fine millet, could he be unhappy for a moment? At this time, I was sitting on a rock beside the field, laughing for several hours. It was not until the black bandit appeared in front of me that I stopped laughing. Seeing the black bandit coming, I was not afraid, knowing that he was just a criminal. Even if he is a cripple, standing in front of him, it doesn't matter.
"Why are you laughing?" the black bandit asked.
"I'm laughing," Mr. Gou let out a long sigh, and then said lightly, "You don't have to worry about not having enough to eat in the future."
"This is my rice field, and these millets are all mine. You...what do you want to do?"
"Hahaha." Mr. Gou laughed again.
"Why are you laughing?" the black bandit asked again.
"I'm laughing," Mr. Gou said with a smile, "these millets will be named Gou from now on."
"You want to steal my grain?" the black bandit asked.
"How can this be considered robbery?" Mr. Dog replied, "This is just the millet I grew myself, isn't it?"
"You..." The black bandit rushed forward at this time, trying to catch Master Gou. However, due to working day and night in the recent period, he was already haggard and had little strength. He was no longer The rival of Mr. Dog.
Master Gou left these words and left. He originally wanted to harvest the grains, but he looked at the quality and found that they were not yet mature. Let's wait for some time.
When the black bandit saw Master Gou leaving, he sat on a rock and hummed a song for a while. With this rice field, his illness would probably not be a problem, and soon he would be a strong man again. At night, I saw that there was no one on the mountain, not a single one was left. At this time, I stumbled back to my house along the mountain road.
A few days later, the black bandit was paralyzed in bed and could hardly move. Not to mention going to the mountains to thresh grain, he could not even go to the toilet to urinate. It seems that after such a busy day, my body has been overwhelmed and exhausted.
Fortunately, the black bandit was always in good health, so these problems were nothing. He struggled to get up and walked a few steps, and his illness was cured. You can even jump.
The weather was very good that day, and the black bandits went to the mountains. At the edge of their fields, they once saw many people standing there, busy harvesting their own grains. Among those people, the leader was Mr. Gou, who was harvesting those golden grains while beating them. It was really exciting and exciting.
Just when Mr. Gou and his gang were working vigorously, they found the black bandit suddenly standing in front of him. He originally wanted to go forward and kill a few people, but after thinking of the doctor's instructions, his body was already worse than before, and he became seriously ill. , it is inconvenient to argue with others at this time, let’s wait until everything is settled.
"We harvest our own grain, what does it matter to you?" Mr. Dog said as he looked at the black bandit.
"This is my field, what are you doing?" The black bandit originally wanted to rush forward and beat someone, but for some reason, his legs and feet were very inconvenient and he couldn't even stand firmly.
When people saw the black bandit in this state, they ignored him for a while and continued to cut the rice in the field. However, Mr. Dog urged people from time to time, asking them to just work and not worry about anything else. superior. With Master Gou's encouragement, people worked very vigorously. In the blink of an eye, most of the grain in such a large field was harvested.
If the black bandit is seriously ill and continues to compete with others, isn't he seeking death? It was not convenient to take action at this time, but from time to time he shouted and shouted to drive away those who were cutting their own grain.
In an instant, more than half of the field has been harvested, leaving a small half for the black bandit. Otherwise, a poor and anxious person may not be able to do anything by then, and may even die under his gun.
Under the leadership of Master Gou, people fled in all directions, no longer daring to stay in the mountains. The black bandits originally wanted to chase them, but because of the inconvenience of their legs and feet, they had no strength for a while, so they had to let go of those who harvested themselves. Rice people.
After harvesting the remaining millet, the black bandits sold it to Lu Town and went to the hospital again. They had to get a good diagnosis and treatment. Otherwise, if they were seriously ill, how could they live like this?
"There is nothing wrong with you." The doctor said.
"Didn't you say that I was seriously ill before? Why am I not sick now?" The black bandit was very angry. He had known that he was not sick. When the people in the deserted villages harvested the crops in their fields, this would have to do with It's marked.
"I'm really not sick." The doctor ignored him and continued to do his work.
The black bandit returned to the deserted village. If I had known that I was not sick, I would not have worked so hard from dawn to dusk. If a small rice field is enough to sustain me for a year, is there any need to work so hard?
But after thinking about it, I think it’s not bad. I have worked hard these days, and at least I have so much grain that goes into my granary. In the future, I will no longer have to live such an unbearable life and commit robbery with a gun. There is no need to think about it.
The black bandit thought this as he returned to his room, but found something was not right. He felt that someone had entered his room. Otherwise, the quilt on the bed and the dishes on the table would not be scattered everywhere. Someone must have entered his house and stolen some of his treasures.
At this time, I walked to the granary and saw that the lid had been opened. When I looked inside, it was empty and I couldn't see anything at all. The grains that I had worked so hard to grow, all of a sudden, there was not even one grain. There was nothing left, and they were all stolen.
That night, the black bandits entered the deserted village to search and visit. However, at this time, every household had their doors closed, and it was impossible to enter if they wanted to. With no choice, the black bandit had no choice but to return to his house. Outside, in the blink of an eye, the wind was howling and the rain could not stop.
In such a night, no one can be seen in the deserted village at all, let alone people. Even if they are some beasts, ghosts and scary things, at this time, they are still in their own lairs, with no reason to come out. The black bandit wanted to go out and have a look, but the wind was so strong and the rain was so violent that it once broke the record in a century. If he risked his life and went out in the rain, he would be in danger.
There was no choice but to stay in his own house, huddled in a dilapidated place, and pass the time in boredom.
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