Uncle Feng sat in front of the door of his dilapidated house, the sky was already very hot, the river was about to dry up, and the sound of the murmuring in the past was no longer heard. Uncle Feng took a sip of tea and glanced at the sky in front of the door, the sky was almost about to burst into flames, and the seedlings in the field had also become wilted, and after a short time, they might die in pieces.

It had been going on for many days, and the people of the deserted village stood in front of Shaoqiu's house at this time, persuading him not to study anymore, and not to provoke the anger of the heavens anymore, otherwise, if it didn't rain again, he wouldn't be able to live this day. Hearing people say this, knowing that the situation is quite serious, Shaoqiu lost his opinion for a while, and knew that this matter had nothing to do with his hair, but people insisted on talking like this, and their arms couldn't reach their thighs, so they had no choice but to stop studying.

Uncle Feng glanced at the sky, almost like a fire, and on the mountain in the distance, he could see green smoke coming out of the stones at this time. The stone still emits green smoke, which shows that the weather is so dry that it has reached a miserable point, and if it continues like this, it will not be long before the deserted village will be starved to death.

People beat gongs and drums, walking on the road of the deserted village, praying for God's mercy, sprinkling sweet showers, pitying the dying seedlings in the fields, and sympathizing with the people's hard work in the past year. Otherwise, if it goes on like this, it will definitely end up in vain.

In the face of this vast drought, although Uncle Feng has no seedlings, the winter melon in front of the door looks like it is about to wither, which is not good. Then he carried a bucket to the river, and picked up a load of water, but it was also a strange thing, such a large load of water on his shoulders, but it was so easy to pick up home. Uncle Feng made a bigger bucket, each bucket could probably hold a buffalo, and when he made this bucket, Uncle Feng walked out of his house and wandered around the deserted village, saying that he could carry water for people to save seedlings.

When Uncle Feng picked up such a huge bucket of water, people were quite shocked, thinking that this was impossible, no one could afford to pick up such two large buckets of water, and Uncle Feng was no exception. However, Uncle Feng really did it, carrying these two buckets of water and walking on the road of the deserted village, people saw it and gave it a thumbs up.

Carrying such a huge bucket to the dried up seedlings in the deserted village, Uncle Feng seemed to hear He Miao secretly laughing, and people found him one after another, saying that as long as he could save this seedling, he was willing to pay any amount of money. After talking about the price, Uncle Feng began to carry water, and only picked a few loads of water in the field, and the field was already rippling with water waves and frogs.

In order to make money, Uncle Feng works day and night, and there is not a small amount of money in his pocket, but the more money the better, who would be afraid of more money? Uncle Feng didn't either, when night fell in the deserted village, people slept in their cool houses, lying on the cool beds and dreaming, but Uncle Feng was carrying water and making money.

Those seedlings that were about to dry up, after being rescued by Uncle Feng, in the blink of an eye, they were already thriving and prosperous. When Uncle Feng was tired from work, he sat alone on the edge of the field, took out a cigarette, smoked it, and spit out the smoke to make him feel more relaxed. Despite working so hard, the field is so boundless that it will take a long time to fill every field with river water.

At night, the deserted village was dead silent, no one spoke, and no women could be heard talking to their friends. For a while, Uncle Feng felt a little lonely, and he was even afraid of unclean things walking out of this deserted village, sitting beside him, talking to himself or something. But fortunately, so far, I haven't touched anything harmful, and when I'm tired, I can still lie down on the stone and sleep for a while.

Uncle Feng was strong, and when the night fell, it gradually deepened, and at this time, he saw that the stars hanging in the sky had become so big and so red. Uncle Feng felt that he had grown a lot taller, no, as soon as he stood up, he could still touch the star. The feeling of touching this star is quite comfortable, and as soon as he touches the face of this star, the bitterness in Uncle Feng's heart and the coldness on his body are all swept away. That feeling is really wonderful, and only on a night like this can Uncle Feng touch the face of the star, and when Uncle Feng touches his face, the star will also give birth to a faint smile.

Pick a load of river water, then pour it on the field, let the seedlings drink enough, and then go to the river again. At this time, a cow often comes and jumps at the bucket on Uncle Feng's shoulder, Uncle Feng often stumbles, loses his balance on the burden, and loads a boulder on the other side, which makes the two sides rebalanced. Uncle Feng just carried this burden, humming a beautiful song, and the cows in this burden often harmonized, and for a while, the world was harmonious, and there was no longer any chaos and strife.

When he carried the cow to the river, Uncle Feng put the bucket down to the river, and the cow jumped out, and then mooed and disappeared into the depths of the night. The grass on the mountain is all dead, and there is nothing to eat, so the cow will take this Uncle Feng's express car, and let's go to the river to play and see if there is anything to eat. The river water was picked up by Uncle Feng, and the bucket was so huge that it showed signs of drying up in a few rounds. And the fish in the river jumped back and forth, so that the cow saw it, and then threw itself into the river, and bit one, the taste was still good, although there was no tender grass on the mountain tasted delicious, but it could also be slightly satisfied, and it was sweet for a while. It's really hungry. The cows ate the fish of this small river, and Uncle Feng then caught one or two fish that jumped into his bucket, carrying the burden, and walking alone on the rugged mountain road.

When I went down to the creek again, I found that the cow was not feeling well and nauseous after eating the fish. And the night was so deep, and strange and unbearable things could be seen everywhere at this time, and the cow had diarrhea for a while after eating these fish, and then scolded the mother. If Uncle Feng hadn't picked himself to the river, why would he have found so many fish, and if he couldn't see the fish, he wouldn't have eaten this damn thing. At this time, if you don't scold Uncle Feng, whose mother do you want to scold?

In the face of something quite unusual in the darkness of the night, it was also an abnormal drought, and everything had become perverted, otherwise the cow would not have eaten the fish in a hungry situation. At this time, Niu had diarrhea, and if I thought about it carefully, I also had an unshirkable responsibility, that is, I was scolded by my mother, which was also excusable, and I didn't take it too seriously for a while. But when he found that the cow was scolding the mother endlessly, he was in a big fire for a while, put down his burden, and without saying a word, threw himself into the river, and carried a stone of tens of thousands of catties, which wanted to kill the cow.

"Are you finished?" Uncle Feng raised the stone high and asked.

"I'm not scolding you, I'm scolding God for being unfair!" The cow replied.

Uncle Feng put down the stone and walked back to his burden, seeing that the night was dark and the weather was as cold as water, he began to carry the water again.