It was another market day. Uncle Hua walked out of the house, carrying a load of sweet potatoes. In an instant, he got on the big boat and arrived at Luzhen. I haven't seen Lu Zhen for many days. Compared with the past, he came with more grandeur. People in a hurry all had smiles on their faces. Even the houses on the street would burst into laughter if they listened inadvertently. Come.
Hua Bo's jicama was carefully selected, trimmed and washed. It was very clean and extremely beautiful. It was highly praised by passers-by. Someone took one secretly while Hua Bo was not paying attention. .
Originally, I wanted to make some money, buy some dowry for Xiaohua, marry in glory to Luzhen, and live a high-class life, but I live in a deserted village, so my face is somewhat bright, isn't it? Of course, if there is no dowry, it will definitely not work. Maybe the people in Lu Town will look down on it. After all, the important thing about marriage is a well-matched person, and it is not a child's play.
Besides, without a dowry, your little girl will not be treated well after she gets married. This is not a problem for such a living person. In order to buy some dowry for Xiao Hua, Uncle Hua had no choice but to work harder on himself, staying on the mountain day and night. His hard work paid off, and the sweet potatoes he grew were really big and round. People said that he You will definitely make a fortune.
Uncle Hua carried the cold potatoes to Lu Town. He originally wanted to take advantage of the crowds and sell the goods at once. Later, he would buy some necklaces and pearls for Xiao Hua without dressing up so that others could see them. If not, what will happen?
On the day when Uncle Hua was selling sweet potatoes, the sky was originally very sunny, but for some unknown reason, it suddenly became overcast with clouds. Fortunately, after a while, the clouds dispersed and it was sunny again.
People are coming and going on the street, bustling with people, sweating like rain, and grinding dirt into dust. It is very prosperous. In the restaurants, there are full of guests and friends, chatting and laughing, which is the ultimate luxury in the world. At this time, Uncle Hua was sitting alone by his stall, facing the passers-by. He felt that it was a bit too extravagant. He felt that if this continued, how much money would it cost, so he disapproved of it in his heart.
When the sun gradually turns to the west and the cool breeze starts blowing, there are still many people walking on the street. However, when these people pass by Hua Bo's stall, they don't take a second look, or even ask how much it costs. and the quality of the goods. The vendors around him, not to mention that the cold potatoes were sold out, even some of the dung sellers had already finished their work and went back, or were sitting in a tavern drinking some fine wine, or sitting on a big boat, just Have a good drink with a few friends and talk about romantic stories.
Only Hua Bo's jicama was originally very beautiful, even cuter than some romantic girls, but for some reason, no one asked about it at all. Even if they asked, it was just irrelevant questions.
"I said, brother, if you don't sell your good goods, why are you selling these stinky stones?" asked a passerby.
"I'm selling sweet potato, why did it turn into stone?" Uncle Hua asked, puzzled for a moment.
"Okay, okay, you are selling cold potatoes. You won. Is this okay?" The man left with a mocking look on his face. Soon after, he disappeared like a gust of wind.
"Crazy, what kind of stone do you want to sell?" Hua Bo spat and cursed.
But for some reason, the passers-by saw Hua Bo's sweet potatoes, which were really just stones, and these stones did not have any artistic value like those sculptures. The stones at this time were impossible to see at all, and they were extremely ugly. , very disgusting. However, Hua Bo didn't know anything about these things and thought he was selling cold potatoes.
"Come on, come on, sell cold potatoes! Sell cold potatoes!" Hua Bo shouted.
"Liar!" said a passerby.
"It's not cold potato at all." Another person said.
"Why is this man selling stones here?" someone asked Uncle Hua. At this time, he couldn't stand his deception and was very angry, so he spat in Uncle Hua's face.
"Come, come, come, the best jicama is very cheap, don't miss it if you are passing by." Hua Bo shouted loudly at this time.
However, when the sun turned to the west and the pedestrians were almost gone, Hua Bo still couldn't sell a single sweet potato. He originally thought about not selling it, but for some reason, the sun in the sky looked extremely sunny. It was really a cold potato. What a lovely weather for potatoes. Otherwise, Uncle Hua would not have worked so hard to pick the sweet potatoes from the fields and bring them to Lu Town to sell them.
After shouting for a day, my mouth was dry, so I peeled a cold potato and ate it. Not to mention, it tasted great, sweet and delicious, moistened the lungs and nourished yin, and had great health value. Uncle Hua only ate a small portion of such a delicious cold potato, and he couldn't bear to eat it. He sat by his stall and began to shout again.
But people passing by, for some reason, just ignored it, didn't even bother to look, and hurried past, not thinking that the jicama was any good. For this reason, as time went by, Hua Bo was still unable to sell even one cold potato.
Finally, we waited for a customer, who came up to us and saw that he was a sanitation worker. Seeing that there were piles of stones piled on the street, which greatly affected the appearance of the city, he came over in an instant and put Uncle Hua's " "Langshu" shoveled into the garbage truck with a shovel, preparing to take it to an open place and dump it. Uncle Hua saw that this man was so rude and wanted to take his "cold potatoes" away and throw them away. It was really unreasonable, so he started to argue with him without saying a word.
"What are you doing?" Hua Bo asked.
However, the sanitation worker was not the same person. Without saying a word, he kept shoveling Hua Bo's "cold potatoes". In the blink of an eye, he almost loaded all the "cold potatoes" into his garbage truck. . The sanitation worker pulled the garbage truck and left in an instant, but Hua Bo refused to leave and hurriedly chased after him. If he didn't chase his "cold potato" back now, once this matter spread, what would he do in the future? What about being a human being in a deserted village?
The sanitation workers pulled the garbage truck containing the "cold potatoes" to a very dirty garbage dump. The smell was so bad that it was very uncomfortable to stay there. No, Uncle Hua couldn't help vomiting, almost to the point of vomiting. His intestines were thrown out. The sanitation workers parked the garbage truck containing Hua Bo's "Jiang Potato" at the garbage dump, preparing to dump the garbage inside. Otherwise, it would be very inappropriate, and we would have to go to the street to collect garbage, wouldn't it?
In fact, these are just stones, but in Hua Bo's eyes, they are like sweet potatoes. Otherwise, they would not be sold in Lu Zhen. Of course it can't be sold.
Seeing this sanitation worker treating his "cold potato" like this, he became very angry and started fighting with him. But I don't know why, maybe it was the "cold potato" I just ate. Otherwise, why would my stomach hurt?
"Damn it," Hua Bo thought in his mind, "could it be that what he ate was not 'cold potatoes' but mice, lizards and the like?"
At this time, he vomited, and the things he vomited were clearly animal skins, not mice. For a while, he kept vomiting, and he almost vomited out his intestines.
Because I had an uncomfortable stomach, of course I couldn't beat the sanitation worker. He was stepped on the head. For a moment, I couldn't move. I had to lie on the ground and kept begging for mercy. When the sanitation worker saw Uncle Hua begging for mercy, he had no intention of taking his life. In an instant, he let him go, pushed the garbage truck, and went to the street to transport garbage again.
Uncle Hua picked up his "cold potatoes", put them into a basket, and kept selling them along the street. If he didn't sell the "cold potatoes" and didn't buy some dowry for Xiaohua, Xiaohua's future would be ruined. I'm afraid it will be very difficult.
But when the sun set in the west, I still couldn't sell my "cold potatoes", so I had to pick them up and walk to the big ship. When I saw Hua Bo coming back from the street carrying a load of stones, everyone he saw covered their mouths and smiled. Moreover, the stones were very dirty, with some feces and other things on them, but they looked at it. Hua Bo tried his best to be serious, knowing that he didn't notice it was a stone. For a moment, he didn't blame it too much, he just covered his nose a little.
"Mom, it's really strange. No one wants such good cold potatoes anymore." Uncle Hua was sitting in the cabin near the window, chatting with people like this.
"Hahaha." People just laughed at this, and no one answered.
When the big ship reached the depths of the river, some unknown things appeared and made it impossible to escape. It seemed that something had caught the big ship. Otherwise, why would it be unable to move? At this time, the ship boss asked people to throw away some useless things to reduce the load of the big ship. Otherwise, they might not be able to pass this level.
At this time, people were looking at Uncle Hua. Someone came up to him and kept throwing his "cold potatoes" out. This made Uncle Hua really angry for a moment. Without saying a word, he started talking to him. Fight. Such a rude person dares to throw away the cold potatoes he has worked so hard to grow. Should such a person be beaten?
"If you don't want to throw these things away, it's not impossible," the boss of the ship said, "You have to go ashore, otherwise, this big ship will be in trouble."
"Yeah, go up and pick up your 'cold potatoes'." Someone suggested.
"This..." Uncle Hua hesitated for a moment. It would take a lot of effort to pick back such a load of "cold potatoes".
"I beg you." The ship boss knelt down in front of Uncle Hua.
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Uncle Hua had no choice but to carry a load of "jelly potatoes" to the shore. In a moment, he sat on a rock and ate another "jelly potatoes". Because the weight of the ship was reduced, the ship started moving in an instant. He got up and headed towards the deserted village.
After Hua Bo ate a "cold potato" he grew by himself, for some reason he had diarrhea and lost all his strength. I originally planned to give up these "cold potatoes" and go back empty-handed, but when I saw such beautiful "cold potatoes" just thrown here, I was very reluctant to part with them.
I had no choice but to pick up these "cold potatoes" while having diarrhea, and headed towards the deserted village with my tenacious will. At this time, for some unknown reason, lightning began to flash in the sky, and heavy rain fell in an instant.
Several times, due to lack of strength, he even fell into the creek. In the middle of July, the creek was often haunted by ghosts and monsters. Hua Bo is a man who has turned his back on time. He is walking alone by the river at this time. He can hardly see any stars in the sky. All the lights have been extinguished, leaving only a faint trace of moonlight shining on the river.
When Hua Bo fell into the river, he really didn't cultivate in his previous life. He happened to fall in front of a water ghost and hugged his legs, unable to move for a while. I finally broke free from the hand of the water ghost. At first glance, I saw that it was not a water ghost, but it was accidentally stuck in a rock crevice.
Uncle Hua, who had sprained his feet, was carrying a load of stones while having diarrhea, and kept walking towards his house. At this time, the people he met saw that he was in such a state, and they all tried to persuade him to do it anyway. Lost those stones. But Uncle Hua refused. In his opinion, those stones were not stones, but the beautiful "cold potatoes" that he had worked so hard to grow.
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