Uncle Hua saw that the cow had eaten the crops in his field. He got up and wanted to beat the cow. However, due to heat stroke, he was weak for the moment. If such a large area of ​​crops was ruined, how would he live in the future?

Uncle Hua was very sad, but he couldn't think of a solution even if he racked his brain.

After taking a short rest in the fields, Uncle Hua was able to move around. There was nothing to do for a while, so he immediately went down the mountain. This year's harvest will be quite bad, and the only family with food is Mr. Wu.

, in order to keep the family from going hungry, Uncle Hua had no choice but to shamelessly go to Mr. Wu’s house.

"Are you here?" Mr. Wu asked as soon as he saw Uncle Hua.

"You're here, can you not come?" Hua Bo replied.

"What are you doing here?" Mr. Wu asked with a smile.

"No, I just came to have fun and see you. I haven't seen you for a long time, so I came to the door." Hua Bo said.

"Oh, I just came to the door." Mr. Wu responded calmly.

At this time, Mr. Wu led Uncle Hua into one of his rooms. At this time, there was a lot of grain hidden in the house. Because it had been a long time, some of the millet had rotted. When Uncle Hua saw so much grain,

, gave Mr. Wu a thumbs up for a moment.

"You are really good." Hua Bo said.

"It's nothing, it's just some grain. Anyway, I can't eat much by myself, and the extra grain doesn't mean much to me." Mr. Wu said with a smile.

"Damn, if I had so much food, I would be so happy. I really want to borrow some food from him for the New Year." Uncle Hua said in his heart, but he said, "You are really good, but

My family also has a lot of food, so eating as a family will not be a problem."

So, the two chatted for a while, and Uncle Hua felt uncomfortable staying here anymore, because seeing so much food was even a kind of ridicule to him, a silent ridicule. People can grow so much food, but

But I can almost say that I have nothing to gain. Comparing others to others is really irritating.

It was no longer convenient for Uncle Hua to stay in Mr. Wu's house, so he returned to his own house. He sat on a stone for a while, imagining the situation when the family starved to death in the future, and couldn't help but shed tears. At this time, he saw

When I looked outside the door, I couldn't see anyone outside. There were almost no traces of people outside. Only the small river kept flowing eastward and chanted in a low voice, as if telling people some desolate past events.

Suddenly, Hua Bo stood in front of his house and saw that it was getting dark. He thought that his family would soon starve to death. This made people realize that it was ridiculous. But he must not spread it to his relatives.

In their ears, otherwise, all the ambitions I had in the past will be wiped out, and people know that I am a starving ghost. What will they say about me secretly?

At this time, Uncle Hua thought of the food in Mr. Wu's house, and he thought for a moment that he had to get some anyway, otherwise he would starve to death. However, when he thought of Mr. Wu's gun, Uncle Hua suddenly thought

I didn’t dare to do it anymore, I was even scared. Fortunately, God blessed me. Otherwise, would I have survived being shot?

For the moment, I didn’t dare to think about the food in Mr. Wu’s house. I could only think about other people’s food, such as Shaoqiu’s. Anyway, he was only one person and couldn’t eat so much. Moreover, his big field on the mountain was also so big and good for planting.

If so, the harvest will be quite good.

On this day, Uncle Hua went up to the mountain with his hoe, because the mountain was enough to breathe fresh air and hear ghosts singing. Yes, there are quite a few ghosts in the mountains and forests, but in this deserted village, even though they are

There are ghosts, but they are not aggressive towards people, so they can live in peace for a while.

Listening to ghosts singing has become a pastime for Uncle Hua when he is bored. The shrill flute sounds cannot be played by ghosts. The flute sounds played by humans are not as miserable as those played by ghosts. Otherwise, Uncle Hua would also

I will no longer sit alone on the mountain and listen quietly as the sun sets.

Life is desolate. At Hua Bo's age, he sees the sun turning to the west, and soon he will no longer be alive. At this time, he hears the ghost playing the flute, smells the desolation of the flute, and feels sad for the vicissitudes of the human world.

, the long wind whistled away, just like a mother's hand gently soothing her sorrow.

At this time, Uncle Hua would quietly light a cigarette. Facing the sad beauty of the setting sun, his mood was as sad as the sound of a ghost's flute. Hearing it, he could quite resonate with it. At this time, Uncle Hua looked at his field.

, is already dilapidated, and even if we redouble our efforts, I am afraid it will not help the established fact. This year's harvest will definitely not be good, and the danger of starvation is still waiting for me and my little flowers.

At this time, Uncle Hua had tears in his eyes and sighed long and long alone about the passage of time. If he was strong enough, then this would not be a big deal. At most, it would only make him spend more effort. But that was not the case at this time.

It can be said that my back is aching and I have almost no strength to walk. It is probably impossible to plow this big field all over again.

Thinking of this, life has really come to a dead end. Thinking of Xiao Hua's future life, she often looked up to others and lived a life without dignity. As a father, Uncle Hua even cried without tears. And Mr. Wu also had extremely bad intentions.

, once you find that you have no food, you can rely on your sufficient food reserves to almost regard yourself as nothing.

You can’t live in this world and make people laugh at you, Uncle Hua thought in his heart, but right now, he really can only make people laugh at him. Thinking of this, Uncle Hua can’t help but feel sad!

At this time, he went to the field where a large section of his crops had been bitten by cattle. He looked at it. If it could grow, it would probably become a legend in the world. At that time, he really hated Shaoqiu, and his own field became a miracle.

Could it be that this was a gift from Shaoqiu? If he hadn't been studying, why would his crops have become like this?

I was quite angry for a moment, no, after roaring, I cursed my mother in the sky, and then walked towards Shaoqiu's field. Although Shaoqiu's field didn't see him go up the mountain very often, but this

The crops in the field couldn't be better, at least compared with his own, Hua Bo had to feel inferior.

Hua Bozhi was so angry that he almost fell down, but in order to deal with Shaoqiu's crops, of course it was because Shaoqiu was a scholar and had little strength, otherwise he would not dare to do it. For example, Mr. Wu, he dared

? At this time, I went to the edge of Shaoqiu's big field and looked at the crops. I seemed to hear the crops still scolding my mother.

"Is this really unreasonable?" Hua Bo roared at this time, and he rushed towards it. He didn't care whether the crop was dirty or bug-bearing, but he just bit it in his mouth. In a few moments, he chewed it to pieces.

"See how good you are?" Uncle Hua said to the crops, "I'll bite you to death!"

However, when he looked at the crop he had just bitten, he found that there was blood on the leaf. Could it be that he was alive? Uncle Hua didn't dare to stay there for a moment, so he left with a loud shout, otherwise, he might have died.

You will encounter even more unexpected things.

At this time, he was sitting in his field again, listening to the sound of the flute not far away. It was so beautiful that it made people feel a little shy. It was so nice to hear. And the night gradually fell on the deserted village, and the mountains suddenly became a blur.

Desolate, with no human voice or noise, everything seemed desolate at this time.

The weather is quite good, and I believe that tomorrow will be another great day, but this means nothing to me anymore. The sunny weather can only help Shaoqiu's fields. I am really envious of him for a moment.

Extremely.

The sun gradually sank in the western sky. Looking back suddenly, Hua Bo found that there was a person busy in the fields in Shaoqiu. However, he could not recall the appearance of this person for a moment. This person definitely could not be from a deserted village. So this person

What on earth is going on when people are staying in the vast fields of Shaoqiu digging weeds?

"Is it a ghost helping Shaoqiu to hoe the ground?" Thinking of this, Hua Bo was quite scared for a moment, but he did not dare to run for a moment, because if he encountered a ghost, he would not be able to run. He could only sit here quietly.

On the mountain, I watched the ghost hoeing the grass in the field for Shaoqiu.

If the grass is hoeed, it will die when the sun shines tomorrow, and the crops will grow quite well. For a moment, Uncle Hua even wanted to ask the ghost to repair the crops for him, but when he saw that

The appearance of a ghost made me a little scared for the moment, let alone talking to him about anything.

When Hua Bo saw this scene, he was a little scared for a moment. He looked around and saw that there was no one around. He was the only one staying in this mountain. And for some reason, the ghost was still working very hard to plant the soil for Shaoqiu.

But after watching for a while, Uncle Hua discovered that the old man in this place was Shaoqiu's grandfather. However, although Uncle Hua had met Shaoqiu's grandfather, it was many years ago. Shaoqiu's grandfather had been dead for many years.

Why are you standing in Shaoqiu's field till now for your grandson?

Uncle Hua is probably the most unfaithful person in the world. Otherwise, how could such a large field be gnawed by cows for no reason? Moreover, the cows gnawed their own crops in an upright manner. This is not his fault.

Who can blame the poor luck? If you were lucky, you would never see a ghost at this time.

Shaoqiu's grandfather was busy in the fields, bending down, and for a moment he didn't care about Uncle Hua, as if Uncle Hua didn't exist. Uncle Hua wanted to run away for a moment, but because he was alone, there was no way he could do it.

You can't alert this ghost, otherwise, if you let it know about it, your escape will be impossible.

It's best to sit on this big rock. Even if it's a ghost, it doesn't matter. Anyway, I don't want to live anymore. Sooner or later, I will become a ghost. Just when I was thinking about this, I suddenly heard thunder in the sky, and this thunder

After the sound, everything was invisible. At this time, the moonlight was shining faintly on the hill. When I looked back, the Shaoqiu fields were quiet, and there was no unclean thing in sight.

Uncle Hua went down the mountain, but suddenly he found that his stomach was quite uncomfortable. Maybe it was because he was too frightened, which temporarily affected his spleen and stomach. After going down the mountain, Uncle Hua closed the door and stayed in the house for a while without daring to come out.
Chapter completed!