"Ricksh!"

The first person who walked into the door was a middle-aged man with a fleshy face. His name was Zhumak, the captain of the so-called "Farmers United Team". It was under his leadership that Reksh grabbed the first portion of his life from the innocent people that did not belong to him.

After seeing his face, Ricksh's heart thumped, but he still maintained a limp posture and replied weakly:

“Jumak…”

Jumak walked forward, frowned and looked at the potatoes in Ricksh's hand, and asked:

"Is this your dinner? Where is your food?"

Rickash shook his head and replied:

"I only have this one... This is the last one. If I can't buy food tomorrow, I can only leave here and go to Nabella's mother."

"She has returned to Haryana and I heard that there are many more foods available..."

"Don't lie! I know they're not leaving yet! Where are your food hiding? Why don't you participate in our action?!"

Zhumak interrupted Ricksh with a stern voice, reached out and pulled his collar, and threatened to slash his neck with the machete in his hand.

And the blade of this knife is still covered with blood that belongs to whom it belongs.

Ricksh's spirit was extremely nervous, but at this moment, as if he was possessed by a god, his expression did not change at all.

"I really have no food anymore... If I had it, I wouldn't have followed you to rob Oma at the beginning... He shouldn't have died... I shouldn't have eaten this potato... But I can't... Oma..."

Tears surged in Ricksh's eyes, which were completely from sincerity, but in Jumak's view, it was just an illusion of cowardice and hypocrisy.

"Put your tears! Don't try to deceive me, I already have sufficient evidence to prove your crime, you are hiding food privately!"

Secure food privately?

Hearing this word, a sense of indescribable absurdity suddenly surged into Ricksh's heart.

What does it mean to hide food?

He worked hard to exchange for the food for his own efforts to cultivate the land. Is it also called private storage?

However, now he could not refute, but just continued to cry and replied:

"I wish I had some food! If I had, maybe Oma wouldn't have to die... His son...Wosha... He also helped me harvest wheat..."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Rickish's performance finally made Jumak lose patience. He let go of the hand that grabbed the other person's neck and punched Rickish in the face. Rickish's head roared, and after a brief dizziness, he fell to the ground.

"Search for me! Turn his house upside down! I don't believe he has no food at all!"

"His wheat has been sold so much, but I have never seen him spend money. There must be a problem!"

“………My money has been taken away by Nabella…”

As he said, Ricksh picked up half of the potato that fell on the ground, wiped off the soil, and carefully stuffed it into his mouth.

Seeing his movements, Jumak's brow frowned.

He was a little confused. He clearly received the news that Riksh's house had plenty of food, but from the current situation, it seemed that he was indeed starving.

His complexion was sallow, his legs were swollen, and his eye sockets were deep.

The half of the potato he ate seemed to have snatched it from someone else's house with him a few days ago.

Did Nabella really take all his money away?

But why is this?

In his impression, Ricksh was indeed a person who was very good to his wife. In this village with low female status, the way he got along with his wife was completely out of the ordinary.

He never even hit his wife!

This was almost unimaginable in his opinion.

So, it seems reasonable to have a man who has never beaten his wife and handed over all the money to his wife and asked her to go to another country's biological mother?

Zhumak looked at Ricksh with suspicious eyes again, trying to find a flaw in the other party's expressions and movements, but unfortunately, he did not find any loopholes.

At this time, the team he led had turned Ricksh's house upside down. They found no evidence of the existence of food except a plate that Ricksh had used before.

Jumak sighed, walked over to Riksh again and squatted down, then asked deliberately in a gentle tone:

"Ricksh, I can give you one last chance now. Answer me, do you have any food?"

"If you tell the truth now, I promise you and your family are absolutely safe--even, I will not take all your food."

"I will leave you enough to live until the next batch of wheat harvest, how about it?"

There was no slight fluctuation in Riksh's eyes. He looked at Zhumak coldly and desolately without saying anything.

His answer was fully expressed in his eyes.

Jumak pushed him to the ground anxiously and walked around the yard again, but it was this circle that he seemed to have discovered the problem.

There is a piece of land under your feet that is softer than the surrounding land.

His expression changed slightly, but before he could speak to the people around him, Ricksh had noticed his movements.

At this moment, time almost stopped.

Everyone's movements became extremely slow, all the characters, scenes, and objects became blurred in Riksh's eyes, and something jumped into his sight with great clarity.

ax.

This is probably the time when it comes to work.

Ricksh breathed violently, his chest filled with air, and then when no one could react, he grabbed the axe at his hand, jumped up suddenly, and slashed it down with an axe!

Jumak's head was instantly split into two.

The rest of the people watched the scene in shock, blood splashed on the ground, and Ricksh looked around, and the people involuntarily retreated.

However, such a deterrence lasted less than half a minute.

The first person in the crowd smashed the stone in his hand at Ricksh, followed by the second and third...

Rickash swung his axe out the door, and the crowd chased him tightly.

They are just ordinary farmers--they don’t know what success or defeat is. In such a short time, they can’t figure out the rule that “those who kill the elder brother can become the new elder brother”. All they want is to kill the murderer in front of them.

Then, they did.

After running out less than 300 meters, at a fork in the road, Ricksh finally fell to the ground with exhaustion. Then, his body was almost cut into pieces by the machetes coming.

Blood stained the ground.

He waved the first knife towards Reksh, and the new leader in the team looked at the scene with satisfaction, waved his hand to signal everyone to follow him, and then walked towards the next farmer.

As the new arrival, a younger brother asked:

"What should I do with Jumak's body?"

The leader frowned and replied:

"Let's set a fire and burn it!"

.........

Half an hour later, a raging flame ignited in the yard of the Riksh family.

In August, when the wheat has just been harvested, no fire-induced objects will be missing in the home of any farmer.

The fire became bigger and bigger, and even the adobe walls of the house had been roasted red and gradually began to collapse.

The fire was not extinguished until midnight, and Jumak's body was almost burned to ashes, but those who were once led by him were not willing to look at him more.

----If someone is willing to collect his body, this person may have some unexpected discoveries.

Because, just under his body, in that secret cellar, there was something else.

Bags of potatoes baked by high temperature, browned flour, white bread that breaks into powder when touched, half a lamb leg that exudes the aroma of barbecue, and apples that are so shriveled that they completely lose their shape...

And, the bodies of two women.

Nabella, Riksh's wife.

Geshima, the daughter of Reksh.

On this night, the three of them died together in an extremely absurd way.

And what they desperately want to protect, whether it is food, the reliance on survival, or the future that Geshima once longed for but was out of reach, has been wiped out.

And no one cares about it.

When the residual heat of the flames was completely extinguished, a potato was stubbornly protruding out of the land in a corner of this courtyard that was not affected by the flames.
Chapter completed!