"Uncle Feng, why are you doing this?" Shaoqiu was quite puzzled when he saw Uncle Feng treating him like this, so he asked him like this.

"Fuck off." Uncle Feng said this, his face was grim, and his inviolable appearance was obvious.

"Uncle Feng, I'm not a ghost." Shaoqiu defended himself, but Uncle Feng didn't listen, no, he carried the bucket and turned his back to himself, so he left.

Seeing Uncle Feng like this, Shaoqiu was also a little scared when he stayed in this mountain at this time, could it be that he had really become a ghost? At this time, the sun came out, and when I looked at the ground, a shadow suddenly appeared, but who could it be?

"Uncle Feng, don't be afraid, come and see, I have a shadow!" Shaoqiu stood on a high hill and shouted loudly at the back of Uncle Feng's departure.

"Get out of the way!" Uncle Feng threw down these words, and went away like the wind, wanting to see the ghost shadow, isn't this looking for death, who dares to see it?

Shaoqiu had no choice but to stand silently at the edge of his field, hiding in the depths of the mountains and forests, which was still shady, but his seedlings were not the same. If there is no water, it will not be long before the rolled leaves will curl up and then dry and die. Shaoqiu's mood at this time should be quite distressed, the seedlings that he had worked so hard to plant, but at this time he had to watch it die with his eyes open, just ask the mothers of those dead children about this feeling.

Uncle Feng carried two huge buckets and poured them into the Huabo field, and the field was in an uproar, and the seedlings were shaking their heads in the wind for a while. Hua Bo appeared on the field at this time, and kept saying compliments to Uncle Feng, and then looked at the seedlings of Shaoqiu, which covered his mouth and was very happy.

Seeing that Uncle Feng refused to carry water for himself, Shaoqiu had to go to the river to carry water for the seedlings, but this load of water was picked up and irrigated into the field, so that a load of water could only save a few seedlings. After picking a few loads of water, Shaoqiu didn't want to pick it anymore for a while, it was too tiring, and his body was not so good, so he didn't do it, otherwise, he would die of exhaustion before starving.

The weather is so dry, don't say that the crops are gone, withered and haggard like a lovelorn, even the tenacious pine trees that grow in the stones are now weak and windy because of the drought. And an elderly tiger who stayed in the depths of the mountains, because he had not been able to drink water for a long time, was so thirsty that he could no longer walk, and could not go to the river to drink, so he cried incessantly.

At night, there was a dead silence on the mountain, no one spoke, only a few small insects chirping one after another. After a busy day, Uncle Hua had already paid Uncle Feng some wages, and then he had already returned to the house, sitting at the table and drinking, imagining the harvest situation. Only Shaoqiu stayed alone in the mountains, and when he walked into his field, the seedlings all fell to the ground, drooping their heads, and the moonlight was very desolate. It's fashionable and better, and as soon as the sun comes out, it looks like it's burning, and these seedlings seem to be finished.

I looked at the situation of my field, but I was helpless, I could only watch dryly, this kind of mood, I don't know if I haven't planted crops. At this time, the only thing you can do is to sit in your own field, pray to the sky, and hope that the sky will rain down to save your seedlings and give yourself a way to live. Otherwise, if you go on like this, you will have no food to eat, and you will only be a dead end.

"Oh my God!" Shaoqiu heard his seedlings crying at this time, when he was quite afraid of the sun of tomorrow, this sun shot down the golden light, at this time, do not say that these seedlings will suffer, even if it is a tenacious stone on the hillside, it will all be broken and broken. However, in the face of this unbearable and miserable situation, as smart as Shaoqiu, he can only be helpless, and he would rather die at this time, if his death can be exchanged for the survival of these seedlings.

It is not far from dawn, these seedlings at this time, when there are also a lot of things to say to Shaoqiu, thank you for so many days of cultivation of yourself, here is about to pass away, the nostalgia and reluctance of the world, but it is all in words. "Master, if you are not willing to let us go, why don't you go with us?" He Miao was dying at this time, and suddenly spoke.

However, when he heard this, Shaoqiu smiled again, he also wanted to follow these seedlings and go like this, but what should he do if he went to Xiaohua? So, for the warm invitation of this seedling, Shaoqiu could only smile, and then stroked the head of the dying seedling, and could only dry up a few tears.

At this inextricable moment, in the quiet wind, there seemed to be a small voice wriggling and crawling over, like a snake, which made Shaoqiu quite afraid for a while. At this time, the moonlight is beautiful, it is the sound of the moonlight, whenever the night is deep, Shaoqiu often walks into the depths of the mountains alone, and the sound of the moonlight is quiet, but it can be smelled. The moonlight flowed by, and the seedlings all cheered and jumped up for a while, the heat of the day, at this time it can finally be cool and cool, can you not be happy for it?

Shaoqiu faced the flowing moonlight at this time, listening to the pine waves in the forest, and the whole body was already clear, just like the thin ripples gently waving out of the vast lake on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival. This faint and quiet moonlight is enough to wash away the boredom of my mood, and it can also soothe the wounds of my soul, it is really a beautiful world.

However, when he saw the moonlight flowing, there was still something crawling slowly on the earth, and that was a small stream of water rushing through the ditch and the ridge to his field. Shaoqiu still wanted to stop it, after all, this was not his own water, but Hua Bo's family, and Hua Bo's field was already full of water, no, it overflowed a lot, and the overflowing water flowed into his own field at this time.

Because of the fear of Huabo's retaliation, even if it is such a dry weather at this time, Shaoqiu can't ask for someone else's cheapness, after all, this is also the water that people bought with a lot of money. This came to the edge of Hua Bo's field, wanting to stop it with his own ability, although the seedlings in his field were already so hungry and thirsty, but he couldn't be greedy for small gains, not to mention that if Hua Bo knew that the water in his field flowed into this young autumn field, no one could predict what the consequences would be.

However, this is not something that people can stop, and the water flows down from the field with an unstoppable momentum, and it seems that the seedlings of the young autumn will not be drowned, and they will not give up. Faced with such a situation, Shaoqiu was quite helpless for a while, and could only watch the water flow from Hua Bo's house into his field, if Hua Bo knew about it, he still didn't know if he would kill himself?