The old man continued to walk forward with his cane, but the spirits of several wild ducks jumped out of the net pocket carried by the pock-faced man and chased after him to salute the old man. But after a while, the yin spirits of many domestic ducks jumped out of the old man's body, and the undead of a few wild ducks scolded him, "Why are you giving salutes to this old thing?" He is the enemy of our duck clan.

The undead of several wild ducks fought back in unison, saying nonsense, this old man is a vegetarian and doesn't even eat meat, how can he be the enemy of our duck clan? A flower-winged duck spirit jumped out from among the duck spirits and said, do you know, thirty years ago, this old man is a young officer, his name is Wu Guozhong.

One year, he led his troops to be stationed on the outskirts of Nancheng, Jiangnan, and found that the fields were full of ducks grazing by duck herders, so he ordered the accompanying cook, who was in charge of daily food, to buy him a duck every day and kill it for cooking.

After a few years, one day there was no duck meat on the table, and he asked the cook what was the matter. The cook said that you can't buy ducks now, and you have eaten up all the ducks in the past few years.

Wu Guozhong did not ask any more questions, and soon he suffered from a strange illness, his whole body ached, and he made a whooshing sound like a duck, and the hospital could not cure him.

He turned to the folk witchcraft, and a witch who was connected to ghosts and gods was doing it. As one of the countless duck spirits who were sold by him to kill and eat duck meat and could not be destroyed, I took the opportunity to possess the witch and said to Wu Guozhong, Commander Wu, you lead the troops to fight and defend the country, we appreciate it, why are you addicted to duck meat and eat thousands of our duck brothers, duck brothers and duck mothers?

Many of our dead souls have gathered together, and have gone to Hades to beat the drums and cry out their grievances, and most of them have been consumed because of your greed for good fortune. Hades issued a document accordingly, allowing us to take revenge on you, what kind of revenge law?

It is that we become a lesion and multiply in you, so that you suffer the pain of the disease, and it is uncomfortable to live, but you cannot die. Of course, we want to ask for your life, the problem is that you haven't enjoyed the blessings of this guy in the yang world yet, otherwise, we would have taken your dog's life a long time ago.

After I said this, I left the witch and was no longer possessed. The witch told Wu Guozhong everything I said, and he was dumbfounded, stomped on the ground, and immediately asked the witch, how to cure this disease? The witch said that there was no rule of law and asked him to repent of his karma of killing thousands of ducks because of his appetite.

Wu Guozhong complied, and swore to God that from now on, not only will I not eat duck meat, but I will not eat any meat. Since I don't eat anything, I don't kill any animals.

In the past 30 years, Wu Guozhong has fulfilled his promise and indeed banned meat and only ate vegetarian, so we spared him, and his illness slowly improved.

Right now, Wu Guozhong, the old man's life is approaching, and we have taken the opportunity to ask him for his life, and he will not live long. The undead of several wild ducks understood it, and immediately gave birth to the same hatred and hatred, and they all said: How do we know that this old man still has that kind of blood feud with our duck clan? Originally, we thought he was a righteous man and a gentleman who practiced.

Of course, Wu Guozhong didn't know that his unjust creditor, the yin spirits of many domestic ducks, was reporting to the undead of several wild ducks to expose his crimes.

He walked very slowly on crutches, pondering the words of the pock-faced man who peddled wild ducks to him as he walked, and he didn't care much about the other words, just caring about the pock-faced man saying that his face was not very good, and his eyes were still a little yellow, and he felt that it might be a little sick.

To be honest, he is really not feeling well, his appetite is not good these days, he always turns his stomach and vomits acid, and he wants to enhance his body's immunity through Tai Chi. Whether it can be enhanced or not, he doesn't have a spectrum in his heart.

But he confirmed what the pock-faced man said, he may not only be a little sick, maybe he has a big illness. He thought about it so much, and when he got home that day, he asked his son Wu Xingyun, who had made a fortune in the real estate business, to accompany him to the hospital for an examination. The next day, the results came out, Wu Guozhong suffered from stomach cancer, and it was in an advanced stage.

This undoubtedly sentenced him to death, and his son Wu Xingyun did not tell him the result, for fear that he would not be able to stand it. But when he went to the bathroom in the ward, Wu Xingyun whispered with his family, and he actually heard it. What is puzzling is that Wu Guozhong came out of the bathroom and said, I heard what you just said, I have stomach cancer, right? It's all in the late stages.

In this case, there is no need to cure it, so go home and wait for death! Don't worry about me, I'm not afraid of death, I'm past the year of the sixtieth year, even if I die, I will die. Quickly, quickly return the procedures for hospitalization, I want to go home, this disease is incurable, don't waste money.

Father. Wu Xingyun's tears broke down, and he choked up and said, you will be hospitalized! If you don't treat it, if you really leave, I don't want to be a son!

I'll still say a word, don't waste money! Wu Guozhong is talking at this time, and he is very neutral, not like a patient, could it be that this is a return to the light?

Wu Xingyun had no choice, so he took the film that the hospital took for his father, and said helplessly, Dad, how can you do without a diagnosis? Aren't you afraid of death? I don't think your face is very good, you have to get sick and sick, and you are willing to go to the hospital for treatment when you fall into bed?

Wu Guozhong stubbornly replied, even if I am sick and don't want to get sick, the illness will naturally be gone. As he walked outside the hospital, he heard his son follow behind and say, "You have a tumor in your stomach, you don't think about it, and you don't treat it, that is, if you don't have surgery to cut it, will it disappear automatically?" It's a fantasy.

Wu Guozhong didn't care about that, he walked on the street alone, still walking straight towards the residential area of Nancheng Xiyuan with the crutche, and his family lived in it.

The big iron door of the living area of the West Park was open, and he didn't go in directly, and when he saw many people looking around a wall next to him, he also squeezed over to see what was going on.

It turned out that a young man stood diagonally by the wall, pointed to a copy of the "Proposal for the Protection of Desert Island Birds" posted on the wall, and introduced to everyone that there are many birds on the desert island of the barren lake, and it has become a habitat for birds, but there are many hunters driven by profits, hunting birds on the island all day long, in order to protect them, I specially wrote a proposal, hoping to arouse people's conscience to protect wild animals, and voluntarily participate in the ranks of protecting desert island birds.

The young man spoke over and over again, and there were many onlookers, but no one said anything. Suddenly, someone said, "It's not a matter for the people, it's for the wildlife protection department, so why don't you tell the wildlife protection department about it?"

The young man shook his head and said with an aggrieved face, I have looked for the Nancheng Wildlife Protection Station, and they said that there are no rare animals on the desert island, just a few wild ducks and wild birds, survival of the fittest! They can escape the hunt of hunters, even if they are created, they can't hide, and they are hunted, and they have no effect on the place. It doesn't make sense for us to call it, and we can manage the desert island or not, plus we don't have enough manpower, how can we manage it without that management fund?

After that, no one asked the young man anymore, and the onlookers scattered one by one, only Wu Guozhong stood there with a cane and carefully looked at the proposal posted on the wall, and he also remembered the initiator of the initiative written at the end: Zou Xianci. Then he looked at the young man and asked, are you called Zou Xianci?

Well! Old man, my name is Zou Xianci. Zou Xianci said: I have posted many such proposals on several streets in Nancheng, but for a few days, I have not recruited a single conscriptor who is willing to go to the desert island to protect wild animals. Wu Guozhong raised the cane in his hand high and said, you are good.

What's not bad? You are an old patient, what does it matter to you to protect the birds on a desert island? Go back quickly, what are you talking to this person about? Wu Xingyun chased after him, pulled his father's sleeve and said so. Wu Guozhong turned around and walked towards the big iron gate, still insisting that this young man named Zou Xianci was certainly good.

After walking a few steps, Wu Guozhong suddenly turned his head and said to his son who was following him, Xingyun, why does my stomach hurt again? It seems that he still has to go to the hospital for surgery. Wu Xingyun said, Dad, if you don't go home, go to the hospital.

Wu Guozhong stopped, tucked his cane under his armpits, folded his hands, and bowed to the space in front of him, but said soberly, the gods of heaven and earth! As long as my stomach doesn't hurt, I don't want to have surgery, no matter what tumor it is. I'd rather do something good with the money from the surgery than throw it at the hospital.

Wu Xingyun said again, Dad, if you do good deeds and don't have surgery, will stomach cancer be cured? It's impossible, let me take you to the hospital for surgery! I don't want you to pay a penny, I'll pay for it.

Wu Guozhong didn't answer, he secretly felt strange, just now said that, his stomach didn't hurt too much, and slowly it didn't hurt at all, so he said to himself: It seems that I still have to do a good deed.

Wu Xingyun asked, what good deeds are you going to do, at such an age? Wu Guozhong stretched out his hand and rubbed his beard and said, I want to protect birds on a desert island. I was inspired by the proposal I just read.