The ginger soup was down, the cold had been removed, and the vendor drank all the remaining ginger soup in the pot without addiction.

After burping, I remembered that it seemed that I should leave a bowl for the woman, alas, it was the trouble of the mother-in-law's family.

With grinning and scolding, the vendor took a scoop of water from the water tank in a scoop, and carefully carried the water to the door.

The woman thought that the vendor had brought her the ginger soup, and a glimmer of light flashed in her empty eyes, but when she saw the clear water that the vendor was carrying, she extinguished that glimmer of light.

"Da Lang, I'm thirsty..."The woman was so angry that the illness had tormented her for so long, and her physical condition was already extremely bad.

The peddler turned a deaf ear, and in a blink of an eye came to the door, about to push the door out.

The woman's heart was disturbed, not because she was worried that her condition would worsen because she would not be treated, but because she was afraid that the peddler would lose the money and not be able to eat a full meal.

"Where are you going, Dalang?" said the woman with a look of horror in her eyes, and stretched out her hand like a wooden branch to the peddler, still expecting him to change her mind.

Unfortunately, she was answered by the creak of the old wooden door closing.

As the wooden door closed, the last shimmer of light in the room disappeared, and the woman lying on the bed was once again shrouded in darkness, and a line of tears flowed from her eyes, across her sunken cheeks, across her shriveled lips...

The vendor who came to the door was blown by the cold wind and subconsciously shrunk his neck, "Damn, it's really cold this day." ”

The melon field is a sandy land, and there was a sandy land outside Chaofeng City that was somewhat inconsistent with the geographical characteristics, but this gave others a way to make a fortune.

The sandy land is the best place to grow watermelons, every year when the watermelons bloom, the pollen is collected into small bottles, and then stored well, and when the next year blooms, the stamens are cut off, and then pollinated by hand later, so that when the watermelons are ripe, it will take a while at night, which is the method that the woman lying in bed came up with.

Of course, there are disadvantages to this, as autumn approaches, the wind outside gradually increases, and women are in the melon fields all day long, and unconsciously inhale a lot of sand, and year after year they get lung disease and become what they are now.

Maybe this year will be the last year of the melon harvest... The peddler hadn't thought about it, maybe he had thought about it, but he still took it for granted.

The peddler took out the beans in his arms with his trembling little hands, and then knocked his head with some annoyance, why was he in such a hurry when he left, and did not ask the old beggar how to use this immortal technique.

Annoyance is annoyance, but this is also a helpless thing, at that time, so many people coveted the bean in their hands, how could they not run earlier?

The peddler placed the water on the sand, and then threw a small pit with his hand, and remembering the old beggar's actions at that time, the peddler put the thumb-sized bean into the pit.

After filling in the sand, the vendor hurriedly poured the ladle of water on the sand.

With a blink of an eye, the peddler began to hope for a miracle, and there should be no problem in doing so.

After a while, there was a little loosening in the sand with the beans, and the peddler was overjoyed, and hurriedly leaned his face forward, wanting to see the miracle happen up close.

The next moment, the vines broke through the ground and began to grow wildly, and the vendor was caught off guard by the growing vines, but there was still a happy smile on his face.

From now on, he will be able to make a fortune with the vines that have grown, and he will no longer have to endure the woman lying on the hospital bed! The peddler was ecstatic, and looking at the vines that were still growing, he seemed to see silver in white flowers.

It turned out that the reason why the peddler had not abandoned his wife on the hospital bed was because the melon field was her mother's property, and his father-in-law had told him that if her daughter died or disappeared unnaturally, the melon land would not be in the name of the peddler.

It was this sentence that made the hawker persist until now, of course, these things the woman didn't know, she always thought that the hawker still loved herself in his heart, so he didn't abandon her lying on the hospital bed.

There was such a commotion outside the house that the woman reluctantly got up, pushed the door open, and happened to see the scene.

She looked at the vendor sitting on the ground with a somewhat crazy expression, and said in disbelief, "Dalang?"

By this time large watermelons had grown on the vines, and the vendor turned around and grinned, and with a word in his mouth, he got up and came to the woman.

The woman covered her mouth and wept, "Da Lang, I knew you weren't the kind of person my father said you were, I knew..."

"yes, you don't have to grow watermelons again. ”

The hawker approached the woman step by step, looking at the frenzied hawker, the woman couldn't help but take a step back, when did her husband become so terrifying?

Next, the vendor rushed forward and broke the woman's neck...

"Damn, you tuberculosis, you can finally die!" the peddler let out a long laugh as he looked at the wide-eyed woman.

It was as if the woman who had done something for him was just a burden to him, and now that the burden had finally been resolved, the peddler's heart was refreshed.

But now that he had killed someone, the peddler hid the woman's body in his broken thatched hut in order to hide it. Then I had to pick the big green watermelons on the vines, and with so many watermelons, I had silver, and with silver, wouldn't it be as simple as it was to deal with a woman who was already dying?

It's just that at this time, a few figures actually appeared in the distance, and there was only a hawker's family here, and those who appeared here were definitely looking for the hawkers.

The peddler panicked, and he saw clearly that the people who came over were from the gambling house, and they had come to ask for a debt!

Although he has made a few dollars from selling watermelons now, it is enough to drag them for a while, but if this magical vine is seen by them, the consequences will be unimaginable!

Before he could pick the watermelon, the vendor rushed to the root of the vine and began to try to throw the seeds buried underneath with his hands.

But no matter how much he threw it, there were still vines in the sand, and he didn't find the seed he planted.

Damn! Cold sweat broke out on the peddler's forehead, and he remembered that he hadn't buried the seed so deeply!

Blood oozed from his palms, and the peddler nearly collapsed, still frantically searching for the seed.

Finally, he found it, the magic bean!

The peddler hurriedly tried to take out the bean and hide it, but because he moved too much, he shook it to the vine, and a watermelon fell on top of his head and smashed it on the peddler's head impartially.

The watermelons exploded along with the vendor's head, and the red and white were mixed together, making it look terrifying.

The headless corpse lay in the pit dug by the peddler, blood pouring down the wound from the exploding skull into the sand pit...