After the gangsters made money in Lu Town, they thought it would be good if they had guns, so they wandered around the deserted villages every day. People they met knew that the gangsters had guns, so they avoided them for fear of getting caught. People dare not have guns, knowing this
If you are caught concealing a gun, you will go to jail.
The black bandit is not unaware of this, but in this deserted village, although everyone knows that he has a gun, they do not report it. After all, this is of no benefit to him. As long as the black bandit does not point the gun at him, he will become a criminal.
.The man picked the cold potatoes to be sold in Luzhen. He originally wanted to make some money, but the gangsters messed with him. It was raining and windy, and he sold more than a hundred kilograms of cold potatoes.
Potatoes, but the income received is only a mere ten cents.
That man, Hua Bo, would wrap his face with a piece of cloth every time he went to Luzhen, just to avoid being recognized by others, because in this case, it would be impossible for him to climb up to some dignitaries.
.But not being able to establish a kinship relationship with this high-ranking official, for Hua Bo, it was more uncomfortable than death.
However, due to the pressure of life, if he did not sell sweet potatoes, he would not be able to live this life. For this reason, Uncle Hua covered his face with a piece of cloth while selling sweet potatoes.
If so, the dignitaries passing by would not recognize him even if they saw him. Otherwise, who would be willing to marry him knowing that he is just a peddler and a pawn?
Uncle Hua sold hundreds of kilograms of cold potatoes to the gangsters for a dime. At this time, he returned to the deserted village. Because the weather was fine, he went up the mountain and hoeed the ground silently, hoping to gain something.
Harvest. If the weather is always like this, then if these cold potatoes are sold on Luzhen Street, they will definitely sell for a good price, at least not for a dime.
The sun was really beautiful. Under the fierce sun, Uncle Hua ignored the fact that he had just suffered a heat stroke and his body was extremely weak. Generally speaking, he had to take a good rest at this time. But he refused to rest because the time flew by.
If you don't work hard, how will you support your family?
Furthermore, the sun is good and the sun is sufficient. Some weeds growing in the ground will die soon after being exposed to the poisonous rays of the sun and the power of the hoe. This will not affect the growth of sweet potatoes.
That's the best thing. Although it rained yesterday, of course if he had known it would rain that day, why would Uncle Hua go to the market? There was some loss, but compared to such a large field, the loss was always limited.
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So he worked hard in his own land, believing that with his wisdom and hard work, he would be able to sell a load of sweet potatoes on the street soon, and he would be able to sell them at a good price. Thinking of this, Uncle Hua's face showed
I couldn't help but smile gradually.
Because of the loss in Luzhen, Uncle Hua had to work harder at this time, otherwise it would be irreparable, and if there was no money, it would be shameless to live in a deserted village. At this time, watching the sky getting darker, the moon climbed out from the east mountain.
, the moonlight shone down, although it was somewhat poetic, it had no meaning to Uncle Hua.
Taking advantage of the good weather and the bright sun, I worked day and night on the mountain. But at night, it was impossible to say that I was not afraid of being alone on the mountain. Because it is said that in the middle of the night, people can often
I saw dead people wandering in some woods. If this person is lucky, he cannot be seen, but some people who are about to die can be seen.
People in the deserted village were afraid of seeing things they shouldn't see at night, so they all went back before the sun went down. No one would risk their own life! But in order to make more money, Uncle Hua even Going down the mountain, you can even hear the screams of some wild beasts on this mountain. It may be that they have seen things they shouldn't see and think that they will die soon, so they scream incessantly.
Hearing this voice, Uncle Hua did not go down the mountain at this time, and Aunt Hua, because she did not like Uncle Hua, was really looking forward to his death. Xiaohua originally wanted to go up the mountain to be a companion for Uncle Hua, but this Because the road was not easy to walk and there were even poisonous snakes blocking the way, I didn't dare to go forward. I just stayed in my room silently and just read some books.
Uncle Hua was alone on this mountain. He was a little scared at this time, so he took out a cigarette and smoked it. With the cigarette as his companion, he was not afraid for a moment. He looked up at the moonlight, the moonlight was beautiful. The bad thing is that I am alone in this mountain. Otherwise, this life should be very good.
In order not to see some things that he shouldn't see, Hua Bo even covered his eyes. In this way, even if he saw those legendary things, he would not be afraid. Otherwise, he would think that he was going to die. How desperate is it?
But even though I couldn't see anyone, I heard someone talking, and the voice was not familiar to me. I didn't know who it was, and why was it talking to me in the middle of the night? The person seemed to be saying His own woman was sleeping with so-and-so at home. Hearing such words, this hit Uncle Hua as hard as the sky. At this time, he didn’t even want to work on this mountain, but if he didn’t work, he would Think about how you will live in the future?
Of course, to Uncle Hua, the existence of this person is at the level of a god, because normal people would not talk like this. Besides, in the middle of the night, who would have the leisure to talk to himself? I didn't dare to stay on this mountain anymore, because the darkness of the night was so intense that it made people tremble. If it continued like this, Uncle Hua might really get sick.
However, in order to make some money and make up for the losses he suffered in Luzhen, Uncle Hua, although he was very scared, did not dare to go back. Otherwise, no amount of wine could heal his bad mood. Moreover, Just stay on the mountain, everything will wait until tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow at most. Then pick up another load of cold potatoes and go to Luzhen to try your luck. If they sell well, then the losses you suffered before will be nothing.
But suddenly, for some reason, a cloud appeared in the sky, which blocked the moonlight for a time, so that Uncle Hua, who was working on the mountain, could not see anything, almost nothing at all. This made his face... The piece of cloth was torn off, otherwise the work would have been impossible.
Uncle Hua saw himself. Not far ahead, he was busy in the field. His posture was almost the same as his own, and he was wearing the same clothes. There was also a piece of mud on his head. With.
What on earth is going on? Uncle Hua didn't know what was going on at this time, and he wanted to go back for a moment. Otherwise, he didn't know what terrible things would happen.
But once we go back, if the grass is not removed when the sun comes out tomorrow, it will be very bad for the sweet potatoes in the field. Anyway, we have to work for a while longer. That person will stay not far away,
He also helped Uncle Hua hoe the grass in the ground silently, but Uncle Hua did not thank him. On the contrary, with the existence of this man, Uncle Hua even began to doubt his life.
Hua Bo felt that the situation was serious and that he might be in big trouble. But how to get rid of this trouble? To some philosophers, this might not be a big deal, but in Hua Bo's view, it was nothing more than
It was a huge disaster. At this time, I didn’t care whether this person was me or not. Since I wanted to scare myself, I shouldn’t blame myself for being rude, so I found a piece of adobe on the ground and walked up to him without saying a word.
I want to beat myself up.
However, when Uncle Hua came forward, he found that the man was no longer there, maybe he had flown away. Uncle Hua couldn't find him for a while, so he lowered his head again and pulled the weeds in the ground.
When he was tired, Uncle Hua raised his head and looked around again. It was pitch black and there was no one there. Only the strong wind kept whistling by, rolling up the sweet potato leaves in his field, and the sound it made was very sad.
, no matter how easy it is, it is never too easy.
At this time, he inadvertently saw himself squatting not far away with his head lowered, pulling weeds in the ground like this, and smoking. Maybe he was afraid. At this time, Hua Bo felt angry in his heart.
I'm about to explode. I'm already like this. What the hell are you trying to do to scare me?
Hua Bo rushed forward at this time, and had to catch himself, but when he came forward and took a look, what he caught in his hands was just some random grass, and he couldn't catch anything at all. "It's a ghost, you can
Come out!" Hua Bo roared angrily.
However, this roar was blown away by the strong wind on this mountain and disappeared for a time, making it impossible to find it. At this time, Uncle Hua was alone on the mountain, hoeing silently, because the weather was so good that all these miscellaneous things could not be found.
The grass was dead in the hoe, and when the sun hit the next day, it died completely.
After hoeing for most of the night, the sun was about to come out. At this time, I had no strength at all and had to go back. Besides, someone said that my woman was doing bad things with someone. I couldn't go and see it.
Look, talk to that person?
After returning home, Uncle Hua saw nothing. All his family members had gone to sleep. It seemed that he was the only one in the deserted village who was still busy. He kept busy in order to make up for the loss. At this time, he remembered
Black bandit, you can't blame others, on the contrary, you have to thank others. If they hadn't bought your jicama on a rainy day, you might not have gotten a dime.
Uncle Hua looked at the house. There was nothing in the courtyard and the door was closed. Why would someone come in? Then he felt relieved and washed his body a little. He thought about the scene on the mountain, but no matter what he thought, it was the same.
I don’t understand, how could I see myself? Maybe my eyes are dazzled, or someone has manipulated me to make me hallucinate? Otherwise, how could I see myself?