"Dad, I'm going to, you better have a good rest today. Mo Luo rolled up his sleeves, picked up the hoe and picked up the basket and prepared to go out, Niu Liu stroked his waist and lay on the kang and grinned, Wang Hua was giving him a massage.

"Bastard, when you're tired of hoeing, take a break and then pick it up. ”

"Oh. Moro answered, and he had already come out.

"Yo, Brother Fa Cai went to hoe the grass for the sixth uncle again!" The tall young man Mo Luo that Mo Luo saw at the entrance of the village at the next door also came out and talked to Mo Luo. His name is Xizi, Xizi's father and Niu Liu are good brothers, and now Xizi and Niu Facai seem to be good brothers.

Moro thought.

It's been more than ten days, since Moro found out that he had become a cow and made a fortune. Originally, Mo Luo thought that this was a dream of the second tribulation, but it was too long and too real.

"Hmm. Moro replied to Xizi, "Going to collect medicine again?" "Xiko's father went up the mountain to collect medicine when Xizi was three years old and accidentally fell down and disappeared, and since Xizi was sensible, he went up the mountain alone to collect medicine to support the family.

Kiko responded with a smile, and then the two of them walked up the mountain together. At the top of the mountain, an open area was a field, and Moro said hello to Kiko and went to the field, while Kiko went to a forest on the other side. Mo Luo buried his hoe to remove the weeds in the field, and the seedlings of wheat on the ridges of the field were green and full of life, and they looked very pleasant. After hoeing a few ridges of land, Mo Luo rested for a while, picked up the towel around his neck to wipe his sweat, and looked at the blue sky and white clouds and the fiery red sun, looking a little stunned.

A few days ago, my father sprained his back while digging a well in the village, and the work in the field was all on me. This year, the wheat is growing well, and I have been taking care of this land, and this land is also responding to people, so I think we can have a good harvest.

Such a life...... If it wasn't a dream, it would be fine.

"Ahh "Kiko?" Moro hurriedly took his hoe and ran to the other side of the forest, "Kiko!" Moro shouted a few times, and finally followed the sound to find Kiko.

"Bitten by a snake?" Kiko leaned against a tree, two small black dots on her arms and blood dripping at the same time, Kiko's forehead was covered with cold sweat, her face was pale, and she looked like she had been poisoned. Moro was a little flustered, "Kiko, Kiko, can you hear me?" However, Kiko's eyelids became weaker and weaker, and she couldn't open them.

"Damn!" Mo Luo threw away his hoe and hurriedly picked up Xizi and ran to the village, but Mo Luo's body was too thin, and Xizi was tall, and he stumbled when he walked with Xizi on his back, and Mo Luo could only be anxious.

"Kiko, Kiko, think about your mother, open your eyes!" Moro kept shouting, hoping that Kiko would hold on, and he didn't care about seeing how Kiko was doing, so he had to run down the mountain with Kiko on his back.

When he finally arrived at the gate of the village and saw the villagers, Moro shouted hoarsely, "Go and call Lao Langzhong!"

It seems that after a long time, Mo Luo woke up, only to see a kind old man decocting medicine by the stove, looking around but not seeing Xizi. Mo Luo hurriedly jumped up, "Old man, you are the old man, right, where is Kiko?"

The old man glanced at Mo Luo and said lightly: "Yes, I am Lao Langzhong." Kiko, the boy is dead. ”

It was as if he had been struck by lightning.

Kiko is dead?

Then his eyes instantly dimmed, and his heart was filled with a strong sadness, and he collapsed to the ground, silent.

Three days later, the people of the village hung a white cloth on their bodies and buried Kiko. Mo Luo was not at the funeral, he quietly took Niu Liuyi jar of wine, ran to the mountain and found the tree of Xizi, leaning on the tree like Xizi, taking a sip of wine, looking at the sky silently.

Half a month later, the village has returned to its former calm, but it has changed a lot, and for some people, such a change is unforgettable.

After having breakfast early in the morning as usual, Mo Luo said goodbye to his father and went to the mountains to hoe weeds, and went out to see the door next door, no, the tall boy who used to smile heartily was gone, and now there was only a middle-aged woman who was crying for a while and laughing for a while.

That's Kiko's mother, crazy.

Moro walked away with a hoe and a basket on his back, and the eyes of the once godly gradually dimmed a lot.

The days passed day after day, and in the blink of an eye, the second year passed, and Moro lived an ordinary life in this ordinary day, and his body became stronger, and he completely became an ordinary farmer. On this day, the sky became extremely gloomy, with howling winds, rolling thunderclouds, and lightning and thunder.

"Old Niu!" the village chief led a group of sturdy middle-aged men to the door of Mo Luo's house, and asked Niu Liu to go with them to the mouth of the upper reaches of the river at the entrance of the village to close the sluice gate so that no flood would affect the village. Of course, Niu Liu did not refuse, and told Mo Luo to take care of his mother and left with the village chief. Soon the heavy rain poured, lasted for a day and continued, Niu Liu did not come back the next day after leaving with the village chief, until the third day when the village chief came back with a few people to say that the upstream gate was damaged, Niu Liu and a few people rushed to repair, but the rain became heavier and heavier, the water level rose, and the damaged gate could not hold up and collapsed, Niu Liu and those people failed to go ashore in time and drowned.

Wang Hua hugged Mo Luo and cried and fainted.

Mo Luo looked at the sky outside blankly, there was more and more water on the ground, and it was about to flow into a small river, and the cold wind was still blowing, as if there was a wisp blowing on his heart, hey, there was water on his face?

It's the rain outside.

By the way, it's fake, it's a dream, right?

Moro, the cow made a fortune, clenched his teeth fiercely.