When we carried the big tree to the river, it was dark at night, the lights in the deserted village were just a few o'clock, the sound of dogs barking could be heard in the distance, and the murmuring of the river could be clearly heard. Uncle Feng sat on his own for a while and came from the deep mountains.
After carrying the big trees, I was smoking and counting them. After many days, I had already carried dozens of big trees by the small river.
I dusted myself off and stepped onto the country road, walking step by step along the stone slabs towards my house. Although the house was burned down, through my own efforts, I had built a brand new shed on the foundation.
, it can be regarded as his own home. At this time, Uncle Feng was sitting beside the shack he built, sitting on a stone in front of the door, looking at the sky. The sky was fine, and he could still work for a day tomorrow. After a rough calculation, it was almost the same.
He has an income of several hundred yuan. With this money, Uncle Feng plans to go to Lu Town to buy a piece of mutton to eat, and he also has to visit a brothel, otherwise he will not be able to live his life.
There was a piece of bacon in the house at this time. I was reluctant to eat it on weekdays. At this time, because I had money, I cooked it. At this time, I was lighting a fire and looking at the moon in the sky alone. I felt quite happy, but I didn’t know it.
Where have the merchants gone? Why haven't they been seen for so many days?
Uncle Feng cooked meat late at night. It was bacon that had been smoked for many years and was made from venison. It was extremely delicious. Of course, he did not dare to cook bacon during the day. Otherwise, if people in the deserted village knew about it, they would fight for it. It is said that they ate it.
This piece of bacon can prolong your life for several years.
There was no other way, so Uncle Feng had no choice but to take advantage of the people in the deserted village to sleep soundly, so he sat alone in front of his house and cooked the bacon. But he was still smelled by someone. Who else could this person be? Mr. Dog. Originally, Mr. Dog
Staying in your own room, thinking about where to go to get some delicious food, but you can't come up with money. Otherwise, if you go to Luzhen, what will you find?
At this time, he was worrying about this matter, but he smelled a scent. Following this scent, Mr. Dog appeared in front of Uncle Feng's house. He saw that Uncle Feng was simmering meat, and the meat was extraordinary. It was deer.
The meat, and it's waxed. Being able to eat a piece of Uncle Feng's venison is a blessing earned in eight lifetimes, but I don't dare to make a mistake. Otherwise, Uncle Feng will kill someone.
At this time, Mr. Dog was lying in the dark, smelling the fragrance, his mouth watering, but he did not dare to step forward rashly. But Mr. Dog had no need to lose his life for a piece of venison.
At this time, it is estimated that the bacon has been simmered, but Uncle Feng cannot eat it. Then he came here in vain? So Master Gou thought of a way and threw a stone casually in the east, making a huge
There was a noise, and Uncle Feng was startled, thinking that someone was causing trouble and smashed his tank. No, he walked to the place where the noise was made, but saw nothing. However, Uncle Feng was too much.
A serious person seems to have to figure things out. No matter what, he sat on a stone in the east and kept watching, regardless of whether he was simmering meat.
Taking this opportunity, Mr. Dog stepped forward and took away all the bacon without making any noise. At this time, Mr. Dog took the pot of meat, but Uncle Feng was still sitting on a rock to the east and kept cursing.
Mom, the sound was so loud that it woke up many sleeping people.
"Don't be scary, or you'll die!" Uncle Feng kept shouting into the darkness. At this time, many people came out and persuaded Uncle Feng that it was no big deal if he lost something.
Yes, we wouldn't be so abusive day and night, otherwise we would say that no one is allowed to sleep.
Hearing what people said, Uncle Feng himself had to carry a big tree tomorrow, so he stopped scolding and returned to his house, ready to continue cooking bacon. But when he looked around, he saw nothing.
Not to mention bacon, even the jar for simmering bacon is missing.
Uncle Feng started to curse again, and the people in the deserted village covered their ears at this time. Seeing that persuasion was useless, they had to endure it silently. Mr. Dog took away Uncle Feng's bacon and returned to his house.
He devoured huge chunks of food and even swallowed the bones of the bacon.
It was raining heavily at this time, and Uncle Feng walked into his house. Otherwise, he would have fallen ill due to the heavy rain. But Uncle Feng's health was not as good as before.
Lying in his dilapidated shed, Uncle Feng was thinking whether he should carry more big trees tomorrow, otherwise, this life would be impossible. But after hearing the sound of heavy rain, I am afraid that it would be extremely uncomfortable on the mountain road.
It's easy to walk, let alone carrying a big tree. Even walking with empty hands is difficult.
While Uncle Feng was thinking and planning, the merchants got a big boat from somewhere and took advantage of Uncle Feng's absence to load all the big trees that Uncle Feng had worked so hard to carry out of the mountains onto the boat.
Then, he left quietly. When the merchant left, he didn't forget to leave a note where Uncle Feng placed the big tree, with insulting words written on it, "You are your old mother."
When he woke up after a long sleep, Uncle Feng took a pole and hummed a song. Then he walked to the river again, wanting to see the big tree he had carried from the depths of the mountain. But he didn't want to look at it.
When I looked at it, I was almost dumbfounded. There were no big trees beside the river. It was just an empty open space. All the big trees I had placed yesterday were gone. Could it be that I crawled away by myself?
"Oh, this damn merchant took away these big trees without giving me any money. I think all my hard work has been in vain." Uncle Feng said, "I hate your old mother!"
But after taking a look at the pile of trees, there was still a piece of white paper with the same words written on it, "I'll be happy with you, old mother!"
Uncle Feng was retaliated and did not get any advantage, not at all. No, sitting by the small river at this moment, facing the setting sun, he was quite distressed for a while, and he didn't know how to live his life in the future.
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Uncle Feng returned to his house with his head hanging down. He didn't know what to do for a while, he didn't make any money, and his left leg was already disabled. So he went to see a doctor.
The doctor said that the crippled left foot had to be amputated, otherwise it would be infected and even life-threatening. Uncle Feng was frightened at this time. If he was no longer alive, he would not be able to see the young woman in the future. He imagined the young woman
Uncle Feng wanted to commit suicide when he was slept with by others in the future. The key was that he could not die, so amputation was the only way.
During the operation, the doctor looked at the list. It clearly said that his right foot was on it, but Uncle Feng’s left foot was dead, but his right foot was intact. How could it be amputated? But that’s what it said on the list, doctor
I had no choice but to do as I was told.
Uncle Feng's right foot was amputated. The crippled left foot is still so ugly. However, with the crutches, Uncle Feng is not in much pain. Although he walks a little slower, he can still move around.
When Uncle Feng returned to the deserted village, people were laughing, maybe celebrating his recovery. Uncle Feng also had a smile on his face. At this time, the thin man appeared again. When he saw Uncle Feng, he cursed
. He even came forward and slapped Uncle Feng. Although Uncle Feng was disabled at this time, he still wanted to save face. No, he got into a fight with this thin man. There is no need to ask what the outcome was. Uncle Feng
He was beaten hard and his cane was broken. A thin man snatched it away and said it could be used as firewood.
When Uncle Feng returned to the door of his house, he did not walk there, but crawled there. Blood was already crawling out of his hands. When he climbed to the door of his house, he saw the wolf again. Uncle Feng did not
I dared to stay outside the house, so I climbed into my house and closed the door immediately. Otherwise, the evil wolf came in and things would be difficult to handle.