“Rakesh!”

The first person who walked through the door was a middle-aged man with a sinister face. His name was Zhumak, and he was the captain of the so-called "Farmers United Team." It was under his leadership that Rekesh snatched the life of a man from innocent people.

The first portion of food was not his.

After seeing his face, Reksh's heart skipped a beat, but he still maintained his limp posture and replied feebly:

"Zumak..."

Zhumak walked forward, frowned and glanced at the potatoes in Rekesh's hand, and asked:

"That's your dinner? Where's your food?"

Reksh shook his head and replied:

"I only have this... 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. I heard that you can still buy a lot of food there..."

"Don't lie! I know they haven't left yet! Where is your food hidden? Why don't you join our operation?!"

Zhumak interrupted Rakesh's words sternly, stretched out his hand to pick up his collar, and slashed his neck threateningly with the machete in his hand.

And the blade of this knife was still stained with blood that belonged to someone unknown.

Rekesh was extremely nervous, but at this moment, as if possessed by a god, his expression did not change at all.

"I really have no food anymore... If I had, I wouldn't have gone with you to rob Omar in the first place... He didn't deserve to die... I didn't

I should eat this potato...but I can't help it...Oma..."

Tears welled up in Rekesh's eyes. These tears were completely sincere, but in Zhumak's view, this was just an illusion of cowardice and hypocrisy.

"Put away your tears! Don't try to deceive me. I already have enough evidence to prove your crime. You are hiding food!"

Hiding food?

Hearing this word, Rekesh suddenly felt an indescribable sense of absurdity in his heart.

What is hiding food?

Those foods were all obtained in exchange for his hard work cultivating the land. Is it also called private possession if it belongs to him?

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

"I wish I had some food! If I did, maybe Omar wouldn't have to die...his son...Washa...he helped me

Harvested wheat..."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Rekesh's performance finally made Zhumak lose his patience. He released his grip on the opponent's neck, and then punched Reksh in the face. Reksh's head banged, and after a brief dizziness, he

He fell to the ground.

"Search him! Turn his house upside down! I don't believe he doesn't have any food!"

"His wheat has been sold for so much money, but I have never seen him spend any money. There must be something wrong with this!"

"...My money has been taken away by Nabella..."

While talking, Rekesh picked up half a potato that fell on the ground, wiped off the dirt on it, and carefully stuffed it into his mouth.

Seeing his actions, Zhu Mark frowned.

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

The complexion is sallow, the legs are swollen, and the eye sockets are sunken.

And the half piece of potatoes he ate seemed to have been snatched from someone else's house with him a few days ago.

Did Nabella really take all his money?

But why is this?

In his impression, Rekesh is indeed a man who treats his wife very well. In this village where women have low status, his way of getting along with his wife is completely alien.

He never even hit his wife!

To him, this was almost unimaginable.

So, it seems reasonable for a man who has never beaten his wife to give all his money to his wife and let her go to her biological mother in another country?

Zhumac looked at Rakesh with suspicious eyes again, trying to find any flaws in the other person's expression and movements, but unfortunately, he did not find any flaws.

At this time, the team he led had turned over Reksh's house, and they found no evidence of any food except a plate that Reksh had used before.

Zhumak sighed, walked to Rekesh and squatted down again, and then deliberately asked in a gentle tone:

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

"If you tell the truth now, I guarantee that you and your family will be absolutely safe - even, I won't take away all your food."

"How about I leave you enough to survive until the next wheat harvest?"

Reksh's eyes did not waver at all. He looked at Zhumak coldly and forlornly, without saying a word.

His answer was fully expressed in his eyes.

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

There is a patch of ground under your feet that is softer than the surrounding ground.

There was a subtle change in his expression, but before he could announce it to the people around him, Reksh had noticed his movement.

At this moment, time almost stopped.

Everyone's movements became extremely slow, and all the characters, scenes, and objects became blurry in Rekesh's eyes, but one thing jumped into his line of sight extremely clearly.

ax.

This is probably when it will come into play.

Reksh breathed violently, his chest filling with air, and then before anyone could react, he grabbed the ax at hand, jumped up suddenly, and struck down with the axe!

Zhumak's head was split in half instantly.

The rest of the people looked at this scene in shock, blood splattered on the ground, Rakesh looked around, and those people retreated involuntarily.

However, such intimidation only lasted less than half a minute.

The first person in the crowd threw the stone in his hand at Rekesh, then the second, the third...

Rekesh brandished his ax and rushed out the door, with the crowd chasing after him.

They are just ordinary farmers - they don't know what it means to become a king or lose a bandit. In such a short period of time, they can't figure out the rule "whoever kills the eldest brother can become the new eldest brother". What they want to do

, just kill the perpetrator in front of you.

Then, they did it.

After running less than 300 meters, at a fork in the road, Rekesh finally lost strength and fell to the ground. Then, his body was almost cut into pieces by the incoming machetes.

Blood stained the ground.

The new leader of the team, who swung the first knife at Rekesh, looked at this scene with satisfaction, waved his hand to signal everyone to follow him, and walked to the next farmer's house.

During the new entry process, a younger brother asked:

“What to do with Zhumak’s body?”

The leader frowned and replied:

"Set a fire and burn it!"

.......

Half an hour later, a blazing fire broke out in the yard of Rekesh's house.

In this August, when the wheat harvest has just been completed, there will be no shortage of fire starters in any farmer's home.

The fire grew bigger and bigger, and even the adobe walls of the house were baked red and gradually began to collapse.

The fire lasted until midnight before it was extinguished. Zhumak's body was almost burned to ashes, but those who were once led by him were unwilling to look at him at all.

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

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

Bags of potatoes roasted at high temperatures, browned flour, white bread that crumbled into powder when touched, half a leg of lamb exuding the aroma of barbecue, apples that were so shriveled that they completely lost their shape...

And, the bodies of two women.

Narbella, Rekesh's wife.

Geshma, daughter of Reksha.

On this night, their family of three died together in an extremely absurd way.

And the things they desperately wanted to protect, whether it was food, the basis for survival, or the future that Gesma once wanted so much but was out of reach, have all been destroyed.

And no one cares.

When the remaining heat of the flames was completely extinguished, in a corner of the small courtyard that was not affected by the flames, a potato was stubbornly poking out its buds from the earth.

In this silent night, it is the only life in this yard.

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