"Uncle Feng, why are you doing this?" Shaoqiu was puzzled when he saw Uncle Feng treating him like this, so he asked.
"Go away." Uncle Feng said so, his face was stern and his invulnerability was clear.
"Uncle Feng, I'm not a ghost." Shaoqiu defended himself, but Uncle Feng didn't listen. Instead, he picked up the bucket and turned his back to himself, and left.
Seeing Uncle Feng like this, Shaoqiu was a little scared to stay in this mountain at this time. Could it be that he had really become a ghost? At this time, the sun came out. When he looked on the ground, a shadow suddenly appeared. Could it be his own?
Whose?
"Uncle Feng, don't be afraid, come and see, I have a shadow!" Shaoqiu stood on a high hill and shouted loudly to Uncle Feng's departing back.
"Go away!" Uncle Feng dropped these words and walked away like the wind, wanting to see the ghost's shadow. Isn't this looking for death? Who dares to see it?
Shaoqiu had no choice but to stand silently at the edge of his own field, hiding in the depths of the mountain forest. It was still cool here, but his seedlings were in terrible shape. If there was no water for watering, the rolled leaves would curl up and dry up soon.
Death. Shaoqiu's mood at this time must be quite distressed. The seedlings that he had worked so hard to plant now have to open his eyes and watch them die. Just ask the mothers who have died about this feeling.
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Uncle Feng carried two huge buckets and poured them into Hua Bo's field. The field was filled with the sound of water, and the seedlings were shaking their heads in the wind. Hua Bo appeared in the field at this time, and couldn't stop talking to Uncle Feng.
After saying the compliment, he looked at Shaoqiu's seedlings again, covering his mouth with joy.
Seeing that Uncle Feng refused to carry water for him, Shaoqiu had no choice but to go to the river to carry water for the seedlings. However, if he carried a load of water and poured it into the field, he could only save a few trees if the load of water fell.
After picking up a few loads of water, Shaoqiu no longer wanted to do it. It was too tiring and he was not in good health, so he stopped doing it. Otherwise, he would have died of exhaustion before starving to death.
The weather is so dry, not to mention that the crops are dying, and they are withered and haggard like a lovelorn person. Even the tenacious pine trees that grow among the rocks are now showing a weak appearance due to the drought. And the one staying deep in the mountains
The old tiger, because it had not been able to drink water for a long time, was terribly thirsty, could not walk, and could not go to the river to drink water, so it kept crying.
At night, there was a dead silence on the mountain, no one spoke, only a few insects chirped one after another. After a busy day, Uncle Hua had already paid Uncle Feng some wages, and had returned to the house and was sitting at the table.
I had a drink and imagined the harvest. Only Shaoqiu stayed alone in the mountains. At this time, he walked into his own field. All the seedlings fell to the ground, with their heads drooped. It was very desolate under the moonlight. It was fashionable and better. The sun
When they came out, they looked like they were on fire. It looked like all these seedlings were doomed.
I looked at the situation in my field, but I was helpless and could only watch. No one who has never planted crops would know this kind of mood. The only thing I could do at this time was to sit on my field and look up to the sky.
Pray and hope that God will send down rain to save the lives of your own seedlings and give yourself a way to live. Otherwise, if this continues, there will be no food and you will be dead.
"Oh my god!" Shaoqiu heard his seedlings crying at this time. He must be very afraid of tomorrow's sun. The sun will shine down thousands of golden rays. At this time, not to mention that these seedlings will suffer, even if they are stubborn on the hillside.
All the stones will be broken into pieces. However, in the face of this unbearable miserable situation, as smart as Shaoqiu, he can only do nothing to help. At this time, he would rather die, if his death can exchange for the survival of these seedlings.
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The daybreak is not far away. At this time, these seedlings have a lot to say to Shaoqiu. They are grateful for the cultivation they have given them for so many days. They are about to pass away from this world. Their nostalgia and reluctance for this world are gone.
He said nothing again. "Master, if you are not willing to let us go, why don't you go on the road with us?" He Miao suddenly spoke up when he was dying.
However, when he heard this, Shaoqiu smiled again. He also wanted to follow these seedlings, but what should he do if he went to Xiaohua? So, in response to the kind invitation of the seedlings, Shaoqiu
He could only smile and then stroke the head of the dying weed seedling, which could only wipe away a few tears.
At this difficult time, there seemed to be a small voice squirming in the quiet wind, crawling over like a snake, which made Shaoqiu quite wary for a moment. The moonlight was beautiful at this time, could it be that
The sound of the flowing moonlight, whenever the night is deep, Shaoqiu often walks into the depths of the mountains alone, and although the sound of the flowing moonlight is quiet, it can be heard. As the cool moonlight flows by, the seedlings all cheer for a while, and during the day
It's extremely hot, now we can finally cool off, how can we not be inexplicably happy about it?
At this time, Shaoqiu faced the flowing moonlight and listened to the bursts of pine waves in the forest. His whole body was already clear, just like the thin ripples gently swaying on the vast lake on the night of Mid-Autumn Festival. This faint and quiet moonlight
, it is enough to wash away the depression in your mood, and it can also soothe the trauma in your soul. It is really a beautiful world.
However, when he saw the moonlight flowing, there was something slowly crawling on the earth. It was a small stream of water flowing through the ditches and ridges and heading towards his field. Shaoqiu wanted to stop it, after all.
This is not my own water, but that of Hua Bo's family. Hua Bo's family's field is already full of water. No, it has overflowed a lot. The overflowing water now flows into my own field.
Because he was afraid of Uncle Hua's retaliation, Shaoqiu couldn't take advantage of others even though the weather was so dry at this time. After all, this was water that others had spent a lot of money to buy. So he went to the edge of Uncle Hua's field and wanted to use it.
Although the seedlings in his own field are already so hungry, people cannot be greedy for petty gains. What's more, if Hua Bo knew that the water in his field had flowed into this Shaoqiu land, no one could control the consequences.
Anticipate.
However, this was not something that anyone could stop. The water flowed down from Hua Bo's field with an unstoppable force, and it seemed that it would not stop until it drowned Shaoqiu's seedlings. Faced with such a situation, Shaoqiu was quite helpless for a while.
He could only watch all the water flow from Hua Bo's house into his own field. If Hua Bo knew about this, he didn't know whether he would kill himself?