But Shaoqiu looked at the watermelons all over the ground and was frightened for a moment. It would be a pity not to sell them. But if he sells them to Lu Zhen, he will die if he encounters those gangsters.
It would be too uneconomical to lose it. However, since the watermelon has been planted, if you don't want to sell it, you must not sell it. Even if it is dead, you are not afraid.
When we arrived at Lu Town, pedestrians were walking in a hurry on the street, with smiles on their faces, hoping to gain something in Lu Town. Under Lu Town, the water surface of the small river melted, and boats of all sizes came and went, with constant ripples on the water.
Gone like broken silver. The water waves lapped at the river bank, making a tiny sound, like a person talking in his sleep in the middle of the night, or like a small flower swaying gently in the wind.
At this time, peach blossoms were blooming on both sides of the strait. The pear blossoms were as white as snow and the fragrance of the flowers was overflowing. Everyone who smelled it felt relaxed and happy. Shaoqiu also picked up a load of watermelons and placed them in the corner of the street. Facing the billowing dust, he felt at a loss.
Whether watermelons are easy to sell or not is another matter. What is particularly worrying is the appearance of gangsters. If they come to find them, beating them is not a big deal. They are just afraid of murder. And Shaoqiu
Although life is not a happy life, I never want to die. Time, in the Shaoqiu period, should be the golden years. Although there are some small twists and turns, it should also be the waves in the long river. It must not be ignored.
Obstacles to overcome. On the contrary, the waves beaten by the torrent of life reflect the first-born morning glow, which naturally has a beauty to speak of.
"Come on, come on, who is afraid of whom?" Shaoqiu looked at the sky and thought in his heart.
Finally, a long knife was placed on Shaoqiu's neck, and there was blood on the blade. The blood fell drop by drop, seeping into the soil and soaking a large area of land.
"What is this?" Shaoqiu asked as he looked at the knife on his neck.
"Tell me, where is that bastard?" the knife-wielding man asked. It was obvious that this person was the gangster. The person we were looking for at this time, who could he be if he wasn't a gangster?
However, since Shaoqiu dared to come, even though he was very thin, he had a reason to dare to come. He was not afraid of this long sword with drops of blood.
"He's not here. I haven't seen him for a long time, so I have no comment." Shaoqiu replied.
The gangster was about to cut him with the long knife, but when he saw Shaoqiu's calm expression, he didn't dare to make a move, fearing that there would be something he couldn't plan for, which would lead to an accident and plunge him into an abyss of eternal destruction.
But he was so unsmart. The gangster put away his long knife, kicked Shaoqiu, took a big watermelon, punched it open, took a bite, and said, "See that bastard."
, remember to tell me!"
Shaoqiu kept nodding his head. He was lucky. He only lost one watermelon, and his life and fortune were not in danger. He could stay here and sell watermelons blatantly. Although life was a little harsh to him, it was not over.
His own way of survival. At this time, he couldn't help but get busy. At this time, passers-by saw such a big and round watermelon, and they all stopped to look at it. Some even gave thumbs up and praised it.
This small load of watermelons was sold out in less than half a day. At this time, the sun was setting, the rosy clouds reflected the sky red, and the fire clouds were even more beautiful. Shaoqiu could no longer stay on the street at this time.
, picked up the basket, took one last look at the bustling street, returned to the pier, and counted the money with his head down.
Just as Shaoqiu was about to take the boat back, on the pier, he saw the gangster coming with a knife and shouting at Shaoqiu continuously, which made the people on the boat stay silent. Not to mention stepping forward to help, they did not dare to look at him at this time.
It seems that I did not tell the gangster where the gangster was. The gangster would definitely not stop until he stabbed me. And I was so thin and sick, how could I withstand the power of this sword? If I didn't chop Shaoqiu, the gangster would obviously
If you are afraid that others will gossip about you, then you will praise Shaoqiu for his intelligence. Wouldn't that make you look idiotic?
If this is passed down to future generations, how can our descendants live with dignity in this world when faced with slander from everyone? But how can I bear to chop down this diseased seedling?
The gangster slashed down with his sword at this time. Although this sword technique was not so pure, it was still quite powerful. The sound of wind breaking through the air was sharp and powerful. With this sword strike, Shaoqiu was about to die. And Shaoqiu faced this wind-like sword.
At this time, he did not panic. He tilted his head slightly to let go of the knife. The long knife missed the target and chopped on the basket. The basket was instantly shattered. Because the force was too strong, the knife made the basket ignite.
The fire and the smoke billowing for a while made the people on the pier change their colors for a while.
Shaoqiu did not dare to stay at the pier for too long. His physical strength was exhausted and he could not stand up to the gangster. At this time, the big ship had already sailed, so he jumped on the big ship and stretched it open with a pole. Even if the gangster could fly, he could not
We boarded this big ship. The ship owner pretended not to be helpful, but he simply had to sail the ship when it was time to sail. The gangsters believed it for a while, and they would never blame the ship owner.
Although the gangster couldn't get on the big boat, the bloody knife was not idle. No, it turned into a gust of wind and rushed towards Shaoqiu. Shaoqiu's quick eyes and quick hands dodged the knife at this time, and the knife fell into the river.
The gangsters followed the big ship and tried every means to get on board, but they were far away from the big ship, so how could they get on board?
Shaoqiu hid in the cabin at this time and expressed his gratitude to the villagers one after another. However, everyone did not appreciate it and did not take it seriously. The card players continued to play cards, while those who talked and flirted with women did not
It was time to relax. The cabin was very busy for a while, and the laughter was constant, and there was no fear or worry at all.
At this moment, there was heavy rain outside the cabin, and countless water splashed on the broad river. Pieces of peach blossoms fell into the river, pear blossoms splashed with raindrops, and there was even a girl on the river bank holding a boat.
Holding an umbrella, she stood under the peach blossoms and smiled at Shaoqiu.
Shaoqiu escaped the catastrophe of life and death. Faced with all this, he felt quite comfortable. At this time, he thought of Xiaohua again, but when he thought of the legend of the prince, he felt a faint sadness in his heart.
The rain is still falling, and the fireworks in people's homes on both sides of the river have become silent amidst the sound of rain. But I wonder if the people in the fireworks will also smile when they listen to the sound of rain in the sky? At least, they will smile.
Shaoqiu stayed on the big boat, facing the sound of heavy rain falling, and looked up at the gray sky. Although the smile on his face was faint, it was still quite visible.
After returning home, Shaoqiu could only stay at home at night. At this time, the deserted village was peaceful even though the noise of quarrels could be heard.
At this time, even though it was night, Hao Hua and others did not forget to stand under the grapefruit tree, holding an umbrella, and talking romantic words. Of course, their intention was quite obvious, and they wanted to do it in this way.
If Shaoqiu is distracted and unable to read, it can be said that Shaoqiu can only live at the mercy of others in this deserted village. Otherwise, if he still wants to beat this person with a book in his stomach, I am afraid he will not be so easy to beat.
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However, Haohua is also for her daughter. She seems to have heard someone say somewhere that the purpose of Shaoqiu's study is to attract her daughter's attention, to seduce her, and then drag her to her dilapidated, dirty and dirty bed.
Do that shameful thing. No, as soon as I heard Shaoqiu reading, the good flowers appeared under a grapefruit tree by his window. Even though it was raining, I held an umbrella and listened.