Because Hua Bozhi yelled and took the trouble to tell the passers-by how his jicama was so bad that it could even break people's teeth. Therefore, when the show was over, Shaoqiu had only sold one jicama. See you.
The number of pedestrians on the street is gradually decreasing, and it is estimated that the time for the boat to sail is coming. As expected, the boat owner keeps shouting on the street. It is getting late. If we don't go back, it will be very dangerous to cross Qinglang Beach.
There is even a possibility of a shipwreck.
And Shaoqiu looked at his load of sweet potatoes, which seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, and he couldn't sell it for a while. But when he looked at Hua Bo in the blink of an eye, he had already disappeared. What's more, there was no trace of him in the sky.
The sky was clear, but at this moment it started to rain for no apparent reason. Once it rained, the sweet potato would not be easy to sell, and it would be like selling dung, and no one would want it.
Shaoqiu had no choice but to carry the load of cold potatoes and walk to the pier shakily. He was already drenched in rain. He had a cold, and he kept coughing at the passers-by, but people
We don't pay attention to this at all, and who would care about their own life and death? No, not one.
When Shaoqiu carried such a load of sweet potatoes to the big ship, the owner of the ship thought that the sweet potatoes were too heavy. If it weighed down his big ship, it would be bad. When he went back, the other big ships were all coming and going in a graceful manner.
It looks like flying. How can your big boat sail so cumbersomely on the river? If people see it, is it a joke?
Therefore, for Shaoqiuzhi's large load of sweet potatoes, the boat owner couldn't help shaking his head for a while, because it was too heavy and he was afraid that his big boat would be crushed or even sunk. Moreover, even if it was not weighed,
It is not good to sink and scare one's own ship. What's more, at this time, some people even said that they heard the ship cry. This is not because they are afraid that the Shaoqiu sweet potatoes are too heavy. How can they explain it at the moment?
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The boat owner then came forward, handed Shaoqiu a cigarette, and said, "I'm sorry, brother, my big boat really can't bear such a load of sweet potatoes. If it sinks, all the people in this boat will be killed."
I'm afraid it's impossible to escape the torrent of Qinglang Beach."
"Then what should I do?" Shaoqiu asked the ship owner.
"Who am I asking?" the ship owner replied.
Shaoqiu looked around at this time. In a short time, during the time when Shaoqiu was talking, there was no one left in the big ship. Once the owner of the ship refused to take him on board, then this would be considered a considerable loss.
Trouble. Shaoqiu wanted to climb up with the load of sweet potatoes, but when he was walking on the plank, the plank might have been broken. He didn't even get halfway, and the plank really broke.
Suddenly, Shaoqiu and his cold potatoes fell into the river. When he was about to stand up and climb onto the boat again, the owner of the boat had already opened the boat, said he was sorry to Shaoqiu, and left.
When Shaoqiu climbed ashore carrying a load of sweet potatoes, dusk had already fallen in Luzhen, and many houses had even turned on their lights, but the rain was even heavier.
Shaoqiu was sitting next to his cold potato. He was coughing constantly and his whole body was shaking. However, it was raining continuously and there was nowhere to hide. He could only stand next to his cold potato, otherwise
Where else can we go? The people here are not familiar with the place. Once they put down their jicama and just take shelter from the rain, will they be afraid of their jicama?
Just when Shaoqiu was at a loss what to do, the wind picked up. The river was surging up and down, and big fish jumped from time to time, causing splashes on the river. The sky was so gloomy that people could not help but beat their chests in fear.
extent.
There was no other way, so Shaoqiu had no choice but to carry this load of sweet potatoes. Since he couldn't get a boat, he had to walk back for the time being. It was impossible to really abandon so many sweet potatoes, which he had grown with so much hard work.
, once you don’t want it, what’s the point of it? It’s impossible not to want it, you can’t bear it, you can’t even think about it. Otherwise, if it spreads, what will people say about you? It’s light to say that you are wasting your natural resources.
Some people even say that they are no longer human.
So don’t let it go, don’t think about it. After all, it is not easy to grow so many sweet potatoes, and it contains a lot of bitter sweat. Let’s just forget about it. God is watching what you do.
It is best not to thunder at that time, otherwise, you will be in danger. Wouldn't thunder hit you?
Besides, it was already raining that day. As the saying goes, there are unpredictable weather conditions. Who knows when it will thunder? So no matter what, it has to be done, even though the cold potatoes are not decent, some are even a little bad.
But even so, we can’t say we don’t want it anymore. Just like a mother, who would want to give up their child just because they are not good enough?
Shaoqiu carried a load of sweet potatoes and walked towards the muddy dirt road. On the road, because the mud was too deep, he stepped on it with one foot and could not pull it out for a long time. When he pulled it out, he found that although his foot was
came out, but the shoe was still in the mud. For a while, I could only walk with one shoe, because that shoe got into the depth of the mud, even if a loach was dug out, and my own
I can't find the shoes yet. I can only give them up.
Night is gradually falling, and the road is quite slippery. If you are not careful, you will fall down. At the moment, you can only take one step at a time, steadily and steadily. Otherwise, if you want to get out of this quagmire, you may not know how to do it.
It's the year of the monkey and the month of the horse. Fortunately, there are no ghosts in this wilderness. Otherwise, if we encounter one, it would be impossible to escape from its clutches.
For a while, Shaoqiu was walking on the road carrying a load of sweet potatoes. I don’t know who was so wicked as to put a condom on the road. This may be to trap wild animals, but it caught Shaoqiu’s shoe.
His feet were fine for the moment. After walking for a while, although he only walked a dozen meters away, he was still far away from the deserted village, so he sat on the side of the road to rest, wanting to smoke a cigarette or drink some water.
But it was said that Uncle Hua took a big boat back to the deserted village. At this time, he was standing beside Shaoqiu's field. Knowing that he had gone to Luzhen, he was afraid that he would not be able to come back, so he took a hoe and dug sweet potatoes in his field to eat.
Of course, he also planted a lot of sweet potatoes, but he was reluctant to eat them, so he dug up the sweet potatoes from Shaoqiu and invited other people to eat them, saying that he had grown them himself.
The other people were eating the cold potatoes and kept giving thumbs up to Hua Bo. They were extremely sweet and delicious, even more delicious than watermelon. Some people even had diarrhea after eating them, and they couldn't stop eating them.
Eating. "Well, since you have diarrhea, you are still eating so much. I'm afraid it won't work. It's better to wait until your stomach is healed and the diarrhea stops, then you can open your belly and eat as much as you want." Hua Bo said.
persuaded.
"It's okay, this is so delicious, I'll eat the last one." The man replied.
"You don't know how many times you've eaten the last one." Hua Bo said with a smile.
"Uncle Hua, you are such a kind person and treat us to eat so many sweet potatoes. How can we repay you?" one of them asked.
"It's not about repaying anything. It's not a valuable thing anyway. If I really want to repay someone, if I see someone hitting me in the future, I'll just ask you to help me." Uncle Hua said.
Not only was Hua Bo eating other people's sweet potatoes, but Hua Bo's cows also joined in, eating the sweet potatoes they had worked so hard to grow until they died. Fortunately, Shaoqiu didn't see this, otherwise
I don’t know how distressed I feel. After eating like this until midnight, everyone is full by now, and Hua Bo’s cows don’t have to be put on the mountain. After eating so many sweet potatoes, it seems that they are better than before.
Gained a lot of weight.
Uncle Hua drove his cattle down the mountain, but on the road, he met Shaoqiu. This man had just carried a load of cold potatoes from Lu Town to the deserted village. From Lu Town to the deserted village, there were at least hundreds of people.
The land is far away and the road is muddy. The hardships involved along the way are beyond the knowledge of outsiders.
Shaoqiu was walking on the road at this time and saw Uncle Hua standing in front of him carrying a big bag of sweet potatoes. Of course, Uncle Hua's sweet potatoes were sleeping at home in the scorching sun because of his lack of diligence.
Therefore, it did not grow. It was swallowed up by some weeds.
At this time, Shaoqiu saw Uncle Hua carrying a large bag of sweet potatoes. He could only have grown them himself, but he couldn't point it out because there was no evidence. Shaoqiu just glanced at it. Although he knew it well, it was really
You can't say it out loud, otherwise Uncle Hua might do something poisonous.
"Hello, uncle." Shaoqiu greeted Uncle Hua like this.
"Okay, okay," Hua Bo replied with a smile.
Of course, even though he said this greeting, he could only turn a blind eye to the cold potatoes carried on Uncle Hua's shoulders. Otherwise, this might not be good. Uncle Hua would lose face, so he might be so anxious that he could do anything at once.
Come out, you might really get to the point where you fight Shaoqiu for a few cold potatoes. It’s not worth it, so Shaoqiu can only pretend not to see it.
"Uncle is carrying such a big bag of pumpkins on his shoulders." Shaoqiu knew clearly that they were sweet potatoes, but he could only think of them as pumpkins. Otherwise, he would not have a good relationship with them. How would Xiaohua be with him then?
"Haha," Hua Bo said with a smile, "It's a pumpkin. I picked it from my own field."
Shaoqiu couldn't say anything for a while, so he picked up a load of sweet potatoes and returned to his house. When he put the sweet potatoes outside the house, his whole body was already covered in filth.
They were dirty, their feet were numb, and their shoes were in tatters. When Haohua saw it, she couldn't help but smile.
After putting down the cold potatoes, Shaoqiu stood quietly in front of his house, and heard Uncle Hua's family laughing. But he couldn't hear Xiao Hua's laughter, and he didn't know where she was at this time.