The date of selling wheat is getting closer and closer, Wang San lies on the soft grass of the cowshed, and always has a wonderful dream, in the dream he is the omnipotent Shura god in heaven and earth, but when he wakes up, he is just a long-term worker in the rich man's family, think about it carefully, the gap in his heart is still quite large, but the dream always has to wake up, as soon as he opens his eyes, he touches the broken cotton and broken grass under him, looks at the two rows of ploughing cattle in the distance, and sighs long.

When it was still dawn, he woke up and sat down on the grass in a daze.

The ploughing cattle in the cowshed were hungry all night, "moo moo" kept calling, squinting at Wang San, who was sitting in a daze, a few cow tails were pumped over, Wang San complained bitterly, rubbed the wound and jumped out of the cowshed, scolding: "What is it called, is the hungry ghost living?"

He sighed, brought a bowl of soup and cakes from the kitchen, and couldn't taste anything, and swept the yard in a daze, only when digging grass did he have some energy.

More and more grass was dug up, and he was like a mountain bag behind him, staggering back to the courtyard, and moving out of the guillotine in the corner, but his eyes fell on the door of Kujing'er, and he refused to move.

The thin wooden red door was not opened, and the thin curtain was tightly covered, he exhaled, and stuffed the fresh grass under the guillotine as if he was resigned, held the handle of the guillotine, and with a "stab" sound, the green grass juice splashed all over the trouser legs, and the long grass was broken into two in an instant, and he bent down to stuff the broken grass into the stone trough of the cowshed, and scolded:

"Eat, a bunch of conscienceless things, if it weren't for Lao Tzu's diligence, they would all starve to death!"

When he was scolding like this, the door opened, Kujing'er lowered her eyebrows and lowered her eyes, paced lightly, and sighed faintly, "I'll help you." ”

Wang Sanhan scratched his head stupidly and said with a smile: "Mrs. Sister-in-law, don't take it seriously, I'm joking with them." ”

Ku Jing'er forced a few wry smiles, squatted next to the guillotine, stuffed a large push of grass down, and said, "What sister-in-law, didn't you ask you to call me Jing'er?

Wang San held the guillotine, pressed it hard, and shouted tremblingly: "Jing'er!"

Ku Jing'er raised her head, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, but in those eyes, there was a hazy layer of tears Wang San looked at it in a daze, he didn't understand the meaning of that layer of tears, so he had to press the guillotine harder.

The cooperation between the two of them in the past was handy, but this morning I don't know why, the speed of the bitter thorn plugging grass is getting slower and slower, Wang San didn't dare to urge, peeking at her thin back, shrugging soft shoulders, and responding to her at once, not daring to be fast or slow.

After half a ring, Wang San only saw a bright tear, dripping on the tender grass, with his own force, it was crushed, and then more and more tears, one after another died under his own guillotine, Wang San was shocked, and asked: "Jing'er, why are you? Why are you crying?"

Ku Jing'er took out a handkerchief, wiped her eyes indiscriminately, pushed a handful of tender grass, and said, "It's okay, let's work first, don't let those ploughing cattle starve." ”

Wang San refused to work anymore, his pride rose, patted his chest and said: "What is the difficult thing you say, my Wang San is a cheap life, it doesn't matter if he dies, just go up the knife mountain and go down to the sea of fire, you just need a word, I will do it for you!"

Ku Jing'er raised her face, a few strands of green silk flew, her cheeks were ruddy, and she said softly: "You are so good to me." ”

Wang San hurriedly lowered his head, his face was flushed, and he muttered: "How can it be, I am a subordinate, how can the rich man of Mai be good to you!"

Ku Jing'er frowned slightly, angrily hammered open the tender grass, and whimpered with her face in the crook of her arm, "It's him, am I not good enough? He just wants to marry another house, okay, count my life hard, when that little slut enters this courtyard, I don't have any congratulatory gifts, just take a white silk and hang it in their new house!"

Wang San's eyes widened, the more he listened, the more shocked he became, and he was about to be filled with righteous indignation, but he realized that he was just a long-term worker, how could he talk nonsense, his hand caressed Ku Jing'er's back, and said with relief:

"Jing'er, this is also a common thing, which man doesn't have three wives and four concubines, be relieved, and have to live a lifetime, besides、、、"

With a "snap", Wang San's side face had a bright red palm print, and bitter Jing'er tears welled up in an instant, and she choked up: "I see that you are diligent and capable, and I thought you were a righteous man, I can't think of 、、、 I can't think of you two as a person, hum!"

She ran away with a whimper, Wang San touched half of her face, her heart was full of guilt, she moved a few steps forward, looked around, and finally stopped, and suddenly saw Ku Jing'er's back disappear around the corner, and then she turned her heart to chase after her.

Wang San ran around the corner, looked at the crooked neck tree in the garden, Ku Jing'er held a white silk, her face was mottled with tears, she was holding the end of the white silk, threw it down the branch, tied a dead knot, stretched out her hand to try, and smiled sadly.

Wang San was not so surprised that he rushed away, tore off the white silk with his hand, threw it on the ground and stepped on it, and shouted: "What are you doing? You say, who is that little slut? Give me a knife, and Lao Tzu will be a bandit again!"

Ku Jing'er swayed a few times and then went limp down, closed her eyes and smiled: "It's your own people who don't follow the rules, you killed one, can you kill him with the idea of changing his mind?"

Wang Sanyi punched the crooked neck tree, shook the tree a few times, and said indignantly: "Then I will kill him!"

Ku Jing'er shook her head sadly, "If you kill him, won't I have to be widowed for the rest of my life, do you help me or harm me?"

Wang San screamed a few times in anger, put his shoulder on Ku Jing'er, and asked, "Then what do you want me to do?

Ku Jing'er's eyes widened, clenched Wang San's hand, and said earnestly: "Yes, you can help me, aren't you going to sell wheat with him?"

Wang San nodded.

Ku Jing'er: "You stole his money and handed it over to me, if you don't have any money, what else will he take to marry a concubine?"

Wang San was slightly stunned, clapped his hands excitedly, and said, "Good idea, you took all the money, and he still!"

Ku Jing'er looked pitiful, and sighed: "You must help me, if you can't help me, I will 、、、 me 、、、" She glanced at Bai Aya on the ground resentfully, and sighed: "It's clean even if it's dead!"

Wang San patted his chest and said firmly: "Steal something, before I became a bandit, I was used to petty theft, don't worry, don't think nonsense, wait for me at home with peace of mind!"

Ku Jing'er got up and threw herself into his arms, her face pressed against his sweaty chest, her tears wet his clothes, and she choked up: "You stole his money, I will go with you, anywhere in the world." ”

Wang San looked at the boundless sky, his heart was crisp and soft, and he burst into tears with excitement and said:

"Okay! When we steal his money, let's be a fairy couple!"

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