The old man continued walking forward with his stick, but the ghosts of several wild ducks jumped out of the net bag carried by the pockmarked man, and chased after him to salute the old man. But after a while, the ghosts of many domestic ducks jumped out from the old man's body, and the undead ghosts of several wild ducks surrounded him and scolded, "Why are you saluting this old thing?" He is the enemy of our duck family.
Several undead wild ducks counterattacked in unison, saying nonsense, this old man is a vegetarian and doesn't even eat meat. How can he be the enemy of our duck family? A flower-winged duck spirit jumped out from among the other duck spirits and said, "You don't know anything. Thirty years ago, this old man was now a young officer. His name was Wu Guozhong."
One year, he and his troops were stationed on the outskirts of Nancheng in the south of the Yangtze River. He found that the fields were full of ducks being herded by duck herders, so he ordered the accompanying cook who was responsible for living and food to buy him a duck every day and kill it for cooking.
He ate duck meat almost every day, and after a few years, one day there was no duck meat on the table, so he asked the cook what was going on. The cook said that ducks are no longer available. You have eaten up all the ducks in the past few years.
Wu Guozhong didn't ask any more questions. Soon he suffered from a strange disease. His whole body ached and he made a squeaking sound like a duck. The hospital could not cure him.
He turned to folk witchcraft for help, and a witch who knew ghosts and gods was doing it. As one of the countless duck spirits who were sold by him to be killed and eaten for duck meat but could not be exterminated, I took the opportunity to possess the witch and said to Wu Guozhong, "Captain Wu, we appreciate you for leading the troops in the war and protecting the country. Why are you addicted to food?" Duck meat is a habit, and it has eaten thousands of our duck brothers, duck brothers, ducks and ducks?
Many of our dead souls have gathered together and have gone to the underworld to beat drums and complain. Because you are greedy for food, most of your happiness has been wasted. Hades issued a document based on this, allowing us to retaliate against you. How to retaliate?
It means that we become the focus of disease and multiply in your body, making you suffer the pain of the disease, making life uncomfortable and unable to die. Of course we want to ask for your life, but the problem is that you haven't finished enjoying the blessings in this world, otherwise, we would have killed you long ago.
After I said these words, I left the witch and was no longer possessed. The witch told Wu Guozhong exactly what I said. He was so frightened that he stomped on the ground and immediately asked the witch, how to cure this disease? The witch said there was no rule of law and asked him to repent for killing thousands of ducks because of his craving for food.
Wu Guozhong complied and swore to God that from now on, not only would I not eat duck meat, I would also not eat anything fishy. Since I don't eat anything, I don't kill any animals.
Over the past thirty years, Wu Guozhong has fulfilled his promise and has indeed banned meat and only eaten vegetarian food. Therefore, we spared him and his illness gradually recovered.
Now, the old man Wu Guozhong's lifespan is approaching, and we are taking the opportunity to collect debts from him and demand his life. He won't live long. After hearing this, the dead spirits of several wild ducks immediately felt the same hatred and resentment. They all said: How did we know that this old man and our duck tribe still have such an irreconcilable blood feud? It turns out that we thought he was a practicing gentleman.
Of course, the old man Wu Guozhong didn't know that his enemy and creditor - the ghosts of many domestic ducks were reporting his crimes to the ghosts of a few wild ducks.
He walked slowly on crutches, thinking about what the pock-marked man who was selling wild ducks to him said. He didn't care much about anything else. He only cared that the pock-marked man said that his complexion was not very good, and his eyes were a little yellow. He felt that he might be a little bit. Ailment.
To be honest, he was really not feeling well, and his appetite was not good these days. He always vomited sour water in his stomach. He wanted to enhance his body's immunity through Tai Chi. Whether it could be enhanced or not, he had no idea.
But he confirmed what the pockmarked man said. He might not just have a minor illness, but maybe a serious illness. He thought about it so much that when he got home that day, he asked his son Wu Xingyun, who had made a fortune in the real estate business, to accompany him to the hospital for a check-up. The results came out the next day. Wu Guozhong had gastric cancer and was in the advanced stage.
This was undoubtedly a death sentence for him, and his son Wu Xingyun did not tell him the result for fear that he would not be able to bear it. But when he was going to the bathroom in the ward, Wu Xingyun and his family were talking quietly, and he actually heard it. What is puzzling is that Wu Guozhong came out of the bathroom and said, I heard what you just said. Am I suffering from gastric cancer? All have reached an advanced stage.
In this case, there is no need to treat it, just go home and wait for death! Don't worry about me, I'm not afraid of death. Even if I die after I'm sixty years old, I'll be dead. Hurry, quickly cancel the hospitalization procedures, I want to go home, this disease is incurable, don't waste money.
dad. Wu Xingyun burst into tears and choked with sobs and said, "Just stay in the hospital!" No matter how you treat it, it doesn’t matter. If you don’t treat it and you really go away, I, as a son, will feel very sorry!
I still say one thing, don’t waste money! Wu Guozhong was speaking very energetically now, unlike a patient. Could this be a return to the light?
Wu Xingyun had no choice. He took the picture taken by the hospital for his father and said helplessly, Dad, how can I do it without a diagnosis? Aren't you afraid of death? I see that your complexion is not very good. You have to look sick and fall down in bed before you want to go to the hospital for treatment?
Wu Guozhong replied stubbornly, even if I am sick, if I don't think about the disease, the disease will naturally disappear. As he walked out of the hospital, he heard his son following behind him and said, "You have a tumor in your stomach. You don't think about it and you don't treat it. In other words, if you don't cut it off with surgery, will it disappear automatically?" What a fantasy.
Regardless of that, Wu Guozhong walked onto the street alone, still holding the cane and walking straight towards the Xiyuan residential area in Nancheng, where his family lived.
The large iron gate of the Xiyuan residential area was open. He did not go in directly. He saw many people gathered around the wall nearby, so he squeezed in to take a look.
It turned out that a young man was standing sideways by the wall, pointing to the "Initiative for the Protection of Birds on Desert Islands" posted on the wall, and introduced to everyone that there are now many birds on the desert island in Huanghu Lake, and it has become a It is the habitat of birds, but there are many hunters who are motivated by profit and hunt birds on the island all day long. In order to protect them, I specially wrote a proposal, hoping to arouse people's conscience in protecting wild animals and voluntarily participate in Join the ranks of protecting desert island birds.
The young man spoke over and over again, and there were many people watching, but no one said a word. Suddenly someone said, this is not the business of the public, this matter belongs to the wildlife protection department. Why don't you tell the wildlife protection department about this?
The young man shook his head and said with an aggrieved look, I have visited the Nancheng Wildlife Conservation Station, and they said there are no rare animals on the desert island, just a few wild ducks and wild birds. Survival of the fittest! They can avoid being hunted by hunters, which is their nature, but they cannot escape, and if they are hunted, they will have no impact on the place. There is no practical significance for us to manage it. Besides, we can manage or not care about that desert island. In addition, we are short of manpower. How can we manage it without the management funds?
After that, no one asked the young man anymore. The onlookers dispersed one by one. Only Wu Guozhong stood there leaning on a stick and carefully read the initiative posted on the wall. He also remembered the initiator of the initiative written at the end: Zou Xianci. Then he looked at the young man and asked, "Do you want to call me Zou Xianci?"
Um! Old man, I will call you Zou Xianci. Zou Xianci said, I posted many such proposals on several streets in Nancheng. For several days, I have not recruited a single volunteer who is willing to go to a desert island to protect wild animals. Wu Guozhong raised the crutch in his hand high and said, "You are good."
What's good? You are an old patient, what business does it have to protect the birds on a desert island? Go back quickly, why are you nagging this man? Wu Xingyun chased after him, pulled his father's sleeve and said this. Wu Guozhong turned around and walked towards the big iron gate, still insisting that this young man named Zou Xianci was certainly good.
After walking a few steps, Wu Guozhong suddenly turned his head and said to his son who was following him, "Xingyun, why does my stomach hurt again?" It seems that I still have to go to the hospital for surgery. Wu Xingyun said, Dad, if you don’t go home, go to the hospital.
Wu Guozhong stopped, tucked his crutches under his armpits, clasped his hands together, bowed casually to the space in front of him, but said sober words, "It's the gods of heaven and earth!" As long as my stomach doesn't hurt, no matter what kind of tumor it is, I don't want to have surgery. I would rather use the money from the surgery to do something good than throw the money away to the hospital.
Wu Xingyun said again, Dad, if you do good deeds and don’t undergo surgery, will gastric cancer be cured? It's impossible, let me take you to the hospital for surgery! You don’t need to pay a penny, I’ll pay for it.
Wu Guozhong didn't answer. He secretly felt strange. After what he said just now, his stomach didn't hurt much anymore, and gradually it stopped hurting at all. He said to himself: It seems that I still want to do a good deed.
Wu Xingyun asked, what good deeds are you going to do at such an age? Wu Guozhong stretched out his hand and rubbed his beard and said, I want to protect birds on a desert island. I was inspired by the proposal just now.
