There was an orange warning for high temperatures, and there was silence in the deserted village. The river had dried up, and the sound of the past gurgling could no longer be heard. Uncle Hua stayed in his field on the mountain, looking at the crops all over the ground, and he felt very depressed.
It is conceivable that at this time, I have the desire to die.
The crops are drooping. If it doesn't rain, all these crops will wither and die soon. Uncle Hua couldn't help but sit on a stone, smoking a cigarette, facing the sky.
Have you ever wondered how to accept everything you have been given? Thinking back to those days, when it came to this season, no matter how dry it was, there would always be a little rain, but unlike now, it was really dry and almost on the verge of catching fire.
Hua Bo looked at his ruined crops and knew in his heart that soon all these crops would be dead. Then he walked to the door of Shaoqiu's house and kept beating on the door. Soon Shaoqiu opened the door.
He opened the door of his house and when he came out, he saw that it was Uncle Hua standing in front of his house.
"What's your purpose here, uncle?" Shaoqiu asked.
There was a big water tank in Shaoqiu's house, which was filled with water for some unknown reason. Uncle Hua couldn't help but smile, thinking about getting some water. Yes, he could only rely on this water, because the river was already there.
It is dry. Even if you want to fetch water from the river, there is already no water to fetch.
The grapefruit tree in front of the door is almost dying. Every night, Shaoqiu will always hear it crying quietly. Maybe it can't stand such a severe drought. Otherwise, how can it cry at night in such a good year?
What? The weather is so hot that even if you stay in the house and do nothing, you are always sweating. What’s more, those who stay outside and work in the wilderness all day long!
"Uncle, why don't you speak?" Shaoqiu asked again.
"Can you give me the water in this water tank?" Hua Bo asked. Hua Bo knew that Shaoqiu liked his daughter Xiaohua, so under the scorching heat, he came up with the idea of his water tank.
"This...if you want it, just take it..." Shaoqiu said.
"Then you don't have any water to drink?" Hua Bo asked.
"Yes, but I will figure it out myself. This little thing shouldn't trouble me." Shaoqiu said.
So, Uncle Hua carried load after load of the remaining water in Shaoqiu's water tank into his own water tank. This made Shaoqiu feel a little uncomfortable, but he had no choice but to say that he liked other people's water.
As for my daughter, isn't it human nature to pay such a price? Soon, all the water in Shaoqiu's water tank was poured into Hua Bo's big water tank.
Uncle Feng wanted to go to the river to carry water for others. With his own strength, if he carried a load of water, he could make a lot of money and save a lot of crops. This made Uncle Feng look forward to it very much, even if he didn't.
It's okay to give yourself money just to save those crops. However, the creek has dried up, and the fish died after jumping on the dry river bed for a short time.
Uncle Feng returned to his house carrying an empty bucket. It seemed that he couldn't make money by carrying water for others. He could only sit in his own patio speechlessly, facing the sun that was gradually sinking into the western mountains. He couldn't help but grow long.
The ground sighed sadly. I don’t know when it will rain, and without water, it is almost impossible to live this day, because I haven’t drank water for several days, and the few bottles of wine left at home are gone.
I drank it all, and if I continue like this, I don’t know what to drink anymore.
Mr. Gou entered a house that day and wanted to get some water. However, when he entered the door of that family's house and looked around, he found that the water tank was empty. However, he saw that there was a water tank in a corner not far away.
The bucket seemed to be rippling in the moonlight. I wonder if it was a bucket? Mr. Dog didn't care about it for the moment. He stepped forward, held the bucket in his arms, and ran away for a while, returning to his house.
Only then did I realize that I had been fooled. It was just someone else's urine bucket. But at this time, Mr. Dog had not drank water for a long time. Even if it was someone else's urine, it would be fine, at least it would be better than nothing. But soon,
That family already came to the door and said that it was their urine bucket. On this dry day, having such a bucket of urine can save people's lives. At this time, they started fighting with the dog man and said
You have to take back your own urine bucket, otherwise, the feeling of thirst will be really uncomfortable, right?
Lao Jun also stayed in his house that day. The sun was so bright that he didn't dare to walk around. It was no joke if he suffered from heatstroke. However, the river had dried up and there was no water to drink. This made Lao Jun also
It was quite uncomfortable. No, he kept yelling and cursing his mother in the sky that night. At this time, people tried to persuade him to stop scolding him. Otherwise, God would definitely delay the rain.
We are the ones who suffer. However, Lao Jun doesn't pay attention to such remarks. He is thirsty but has no water to drink. Who else would he blame if he doesn't blame God?
"God, you fucking come out. If it doesn't rain, I... I'm going to chop you to death with two knives!" Lao Jun stood on his patio waving a big knife, not caring whether the sky would punish him at this time.
, he roared like this, believing that God would hear him. As for whether he was afraid of this old soldier, it was unknown.
However, even though Lao Jun shouted at the top of his lungs, there was no intention of raining that day. Not only did it not rain, but it also felt hotter. No, Lao Jun had no energy to shout at this time, so he went into his house.
, I closed the door for a while and never came out again.
The thin man stayed in front of his hut. Facing this natural disaster that had never happened in a century, he was helpless. His crops were all grown on the mountains. Because there was no water, he was about to die. And without the crops, what would he do?
The wife who supported herself sat on a stone in front of the door, silently.
The thin man thought for a while, then turned and entered the house. At this time, he took out some paper money. It was really dry in the wilderness. It was strange to put these paper money outside. It burned on its own without lighting a fire.
I got up. It can be seen that the temperature is really high, which is a bit ridiculous.
But after burning the paper money for a long time, there was no sign of rain that day, and the wind had gone nowhere. He stayed by the fire for a while, feeling even more uncomfortable in the face of the fire that kept burning. The thin man
I was already weak, but now I can't stand the torment of the heat. My body is almost showing signs of collapse. I need to leave here quickly. I don't dare to light the fire again. Otherwise, the heat will increase and my body is so thin. What will be the consequences?