The fields that can be cultivated in the village are all behind the village. Not only the old horse knows the way, but the old cow also knows the way. Old Huang walked out of the door and went straight to the back of the village. Changsheng followed behind with his shoulders and hands. Thinking that Old Huang's behavior at this time was probably It's a reflection of the light, with mixed feelings in my heart, and heartache and sadness.
When he arrived at the end of the field, Lao Huang stood and looked back, waiting for the immortal rope to be plowed.
Lao Huang had not had any water or grass for many days, and Changsheng was not willing to let him exert any more effort. He carried the barrel again and wanted him to drink some soy milk, but Lao Huang only smelled it and did not drink it.
Changsheng had no choice but to put the barrel aside, pick up a stone and gently hit Lao Huang's horns, but this time the beating had no effect, Lao Huang did not chew the cud.
Seeing that Changsheng had never even untied the plow, Old Huang once again let out a low moo, which sounded like an urging.
After hesitating for a long time, Chang Sheng finally chose to respect Lao Huang. He was about to reach the end of his life. Don't disobey him anymore and let him do what he wanted to do.
When the plow was pulled down with a rope, Lao Huang was in front carrying the load, and Changsheng was behind holding the plow.
Changsheng felt very sad. Lao Huang had worked hard all his life, and now he was dying. He really shouldn’t let him work anymore, but this was Lao Huang’s own choice. He probably didn’t want to leave any regrets and wanted to take advantage of the opportunity while he was still alive. If you have the strength, plow the land for your master again.
In order to save Lao Huang some energy, Changsheng pressed the plow very shallowly. He didn't have much land, only less than two acres. He just hoped to finish plowing it as soon as possible and take Lao Huang home.
Compared with previous years, Lao Huang's walking speed was significantly faster at this time, which once again confirmed the speculation of immortality. Lao Huang was indeed in the stage of returning to the light at this time.
Feeling uncomfortable in his heart, Changsheng had no choice but to spread the distance between the ridges of the plowing field and try his best to save Lao Huang from walking back and forth. In this way, he finally finished plowing his two acres of land before noon.
Just when Changsheng untied the rope and was about to take Lao Huang home, he found that Lao Huang went straight to the field next to him. This field belonged to someone else, but there was only one cow in the village, Lao Huang. When Wang Mazi was alive, all the fields in the village were He was the one doing the plowing, and over the years Lao Huang had developed a habit.
Seeing this situation, Chang Sheng became even more uncomfortable. Lao Huang could not finish plowing more than a hundred acres of land no matter what, and he could not bear to let Lao Huang work hard anymore.
Feeling sad, he pulled the reins and pulled hard, trying to drag it back, but Old Huang always stood still, and he was worried that it would hurt Old Huang, so he was not willing to use too much force, so he had no choice but to pull it back again. Plow, follow Lao Huang and continue plowing.
In the late afternoon, Huang's walking speed began to slow down. Changsheng noticed it and tried to pull it back again, but Huang was extremely stubborn. After a brief stalemate, Changsheng had no choice but to wipe away his tears and return to the back to continue helping the plow.
After the Shen hour, Lao Huang began to tremble. This time Chang Sheng did not try to stop it. Lao Huang could no longer hold on and might collapse at any time.
What he didn't expect was that after returning to Tutou'er, Lao Huang actually stopped on his own initiative, lowered his head and made an unloading motion.
Seeing this, Chang Sheng hurriedly removed the noose from its body and brought the wooden barrel containing soy milk over again.
This time Lao Huang finally opened his mouth to take a few sips, then stretched out his tongue to lick Chang Sheng's head and face.
Changsheng felt uncomfortable in his heart and raised his hand to wipe away his tears. When he raised his head, he found that Old Huang had turned around and walked towards the back mountain.
"Where are you going?" Changsheng hurriedly followed.
Lao Huang didn't react and just moved forward slowly.
Changsheng pulled the reins, but Lao Huang didn't stop and kept walking forward.
Changsheng was reluctant to pull hard, so he had to carry the barrel and follow it to the back mountain. He didn't know what it was like when the cows and horses died, but he knew that cats and dogs would leave home before they died, looking for a place with no one. The place died quietly, and this must have been the case for Lao Huang.
There was a piece of sunny grass at the junction of the fields and the forest. When Lao Huang walked there, he lay down. It was very sheltered from the wind and there was thick hay underneath.
Lao Huang lay down quietly, and Changsheng sat next to him, stroking it with his hands.
The sun sets and dusk is approaching.
At first, Lao Huang would occasionally raise his head to lick Changsheng's hand, but later he no longer had the strength to raise his head, and his breathing became slower and heavier.
Just as Changsheng was grieving, a voice shouted not far away, "Changsheng, what are you doing here?"
Chang Sheng looked up when he heard the sound and saw a middle-aged villager returning from chopping firewood, carrying a bundle of firewood behind him.
"It's okay. I just finished plowing the land. Let's take a rest." Chang Sheng forced himself to keep his spirits up and spoke perfunctorily.
"Why don't you go home and rest and come here?" asked the villager.
Changsheng had no choice but to perfunctory again, "Bring Lao Huang here to eat grass."
The villagers said nothing more and walked not far away carrying firewood to the village.
Not far away, the villager stopped again, "By the way, I heard from Big Yanzi that your cow is dying. Is it true?"
Changsheng was in a bad mood and didn't want to talk, but he had to say, "It's okay, I'll plow the land for you this afternoon."
"No," the villager came back carrying firewood. "I think it's really dying. Look, it's almost out of breath."
Chang Sheng glared at the villager with disgust and did not answer.
The villagers approached and stabbed Lao Huang with tree branches.
Changsheng stretched out his hand to push the branches away, "What are you doing?"
"Tell me the truth, is it dead?" the villager asked.
"It's none of your business whether he's dead or alive, this is my cow." Changsheng glared at him.
"Oh, you little cripple, what are you doing?" The villager bared his teeth and tilted his head.
Chang Sheng tilted his head to the side and ignored him.
The villager said nothing more, glanced at Changsheng angrily, turned around and left.
As night gradually fell, Chang Sheng kept stroking Old Huang. He didn't know if stroking Old Huang could make him feel better. He only knew that if he was about to die, he hoped to be touched and comforted by his relatives.
Not long after the villagers who were cutting firewood returned to the village, Chang Sheng noticed that there were many lights from torches in the village. After leaving the village, they moved straight north, seemingly heading towards Caokang where he and Lao Huang were.
Seeing a large number of torches coming from far away, Chang Sheng felt a strong sense of ominousness in his heart. When everyone came closer, he found that in addition to the torches, they also carried baskets, barrels, basins and other utensils.
Walking in front was Muramasa Wang Quangui, and standing next to him was butcher Wang Dayou. Wang Dayou also carried boning knives of different sizes with him.
Seeing this situation, Chang Sheng felt a chill in his heart. This group of people were obviously coming for Lao Huang.
Everyone arrived one after another, holding torches and surrounding Chang Sheng and Lao Huang in the center. Muramasa coughed twice and cleared his throat, "Chang Sheng, how is Lao Huang?"
Changsheng is not a fool. He can guess what people want to do just by looking at the utensils they carry. He will inevitably feel angry. "Old Huang is my cow. What happens to it has nothing to do with you."
"Who said this is your cow," Muramasa said with a straight face, "The whole village pooled their money to buy this scalper, and it was just left to Wang Mazi to take care of it."
As soon as Muramasa said this, Changsheng immediately knew that he wanted to cheat others, "Uncle Wang once told me before his death that he bought this cow with two taels of silver. You said that you guys pooled your money to buy it. Do you have any evidence?" ?”
"What evidence do you want? We can all testify." Butcher Wang said loudly.
After Butcher Wang finished speaking, everyone immediately echoed his words, and everyone can testify.
Changsheng looked at everyone one by one. He never thought that the villagers were all simple and kind-hearted, but he also did not expect that everyone would confuse right and wrong and lie without conscience.
"You lame man, what are you looking at?" someone yelled, "Wang Mazi is my cousin. Even if this cow belongs to him, it won't be your turn to inherit it after he dies. Who do you think you are?!"
"Well said, a foreigner really considers himself a native of the village."
"Yes, haven't we had a lot of bad luck with him over the years? Damn it."
"I saw that the cow was still breathing, so I quickly dragged him away and cut him to bleed him. Once he died, he wouldn't be able to bleed anymore."
The villagers were all talking about it. Chang Sheng was trembling with anger and pointed at the field in front of him. "It has been plowing your fields all these years. You have forgotten? It is almost dead and it still doesn't forget to plow the land for you. You actually want to If you kill it, will you still be human?”
"We are almost starving to death, why do we care so much?" said the man who was chopping wood earlier.
"What a beast, you really treat it like a human being," a woman said.
"Get out of here, or I'll break your other leg too." Butcher Wang threatened with a glare.
Changsheng carried a sickle with him, and when he heard Butcher Wang's words, he pulled out the sickle from his waist, "Whoever dares to kill my cow, I will fight to the death."
Seeing Changsheng taking out the scythe, everyone looked at Muramasa Wang Quangui. The latter seemed to feel that his authority had been challenged and offended. His nose twitched and his face was ashen. He said in a deep voice to everyone on the left and right, "Take him down."
Several strong men heard the village chief's words, and each held a fire and surrounded them with farm tools.
Seeing this situation, Chang became angry and furious, waving his sickle randomly in an attempt to stop everyone.
Among the crowd, there was a person holding a pole, so he hit Chang Sheng with the pole. Chang Sheng was hurt by the beating. He was so angry that he rushed forward and slashed the thigh of a villager with a sickle. At the same time, the sickle in his hand was also knocked off by the villagers. , everyone rushed up and surrounded him, punching and kicking him.
Changsheng was unable to resist and could not get up. He was afraid that someone would take the opportunity to harm Lao Huang, so he had to shout loudly, saying that Tang law strictly prohibited the slaughter of farm cattle. If everyone killed Lao Huang this time, he would report to the county government.
A villager was injured, and everyone was already angry. Now that they heard that he was going to report, they became even more angry and struck harder, wanting to beat him to death.
At this moment, Lao Huang, who was originally dying, suddenly opened his eyes and saw everyone surrounding Changsheng, concerned and anxious. He summoned strength out of thin air, stood up with a moo, and rushed towards the crowd with a roar.
No one would have thought that Old Huang still had the strength to do so. Without any precautions, several people were knocked down by it in an instant.
Old Huang had already run out of gas, and this collision directly used up its last vitality. After scattering everyone, it shook its body and fell down suddenly.
After a brief period of astonishment, everyone came to their senses, each wielding their knives and belongings, and rushed towards Lao Huang with shouts.
The Eternal Scythe was lost and could no longer stop everyone. In desperation, he had no choice but to throw himself on Lao Huang, trying to block everyone's attacks for it.
The crowd rushed forward, smashing and beating them randomly.
Changsheng suffered severe injuries on his body and head. Just when he secretly thought that his life was about to end, a roar from an urn suddenly came from the forest in the north, "Stop..."
