When Hua Bo saw that the cow had eaten the crops in his field, he got up and wanted to beat the cow, but because of heat stroke, he was not strong for a while. Such a large crop is broken, how will the future be lived, this makes Hua Bo quite sad, but even if he wants to break his brain, he can't think of a way.

After resting in the field for a while, Hua Bo was already able to walk around, and there was nothing to do for a while, so he immediately went down the mountain. This year's harvest will be quite bad, and the only person with food is none other than Old Man Wu, for a while, in order not to starve the family, Hua Bo had to be cheeky to get to Old Man Wu's house.

"You're here?" As soon as Old Man Wu saw Hua Bo, he asked.

"It's coming, can you not come?" Hua Bo replied.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Old Man Wu asked with a smile.

"No, it's just to have fun, look at you, I haven't seen you for a long time, so I'm going to go down the door." Hua Bo said.

"Oh, just coming down the door." Old Man Wu responded indifferently.

Old Man Wu led Hua Bo into one of his rooms at this time, and there was a lot of grain hidden in the house at this time, because it had been a long time, and some of the grain had already rotted. When Hua Bo saw so many grains, he gave a thumbs up to this old man Wu for a while.

"You can do it." Hua Bo said.

"It's nothing, it's just some food, I can't eat much by myself anyway, and the extra food doesn't mean much to me." Old Man Wu said with a smile.

"Damn, if Lao Tzu has so much food, then he won't be happy to die, I really want to borrow some food from him for the New Year." Hua Bo said this in his heart, but he said, "You can really do it, but my family also has a lot of food, and it is not a problem for the family to eat." ”

So, the two of them gossiped for a while, and it was inconvenient for Hua Bo to stay here for a while, because seeing so much food, it was even a mockery for himself, a silent mockery. People can grow so much food, but they can almost say that they have no harvest, and people are really angry compared to others.

It was inconvenient for Hua Bo to stay in Old Man Wu's house anymore, so he returned to his own house at this time, sitting on a stone for a while, imagining the situation when the family starved to death in the future, and couldn't help but shed tears. At this time, I looked outside the door, and there was no one to see outside, and there was almost no trace of people, only Xiaohe went to the east continuously, and chanted in a low voice, as if telling people some bleak past.

For a while, Hua Bo stood in front of the door of his house, seeing that it was getting dark, and thinking that his family would soon starve to death. Just don't spread it to the ears of your relatives, otherwise, your ambitions will be wiped out, and people will know that you are a starving ghost, what will you say about yourself behind your back?

Hua Bo remembered the food in Old Man Wu's house at this time, and felt for a moment that he had to get some anyway, otherwise, it would not be a matter if he starved to death. However, when he thought of Old Man Wu's gun, Hua Bo didn't dare for a while, and was even frightened, fortunately, God blessed, otherwise, would he still survive if he was shot?

I didn't dare to think about the food in Old Man Wu's house for a while, I could only think about other people's, such as Shaoqiu's, anyway, he was just one person, and he couldn't eat so much. Moreover, the fields on his mountain are so large that if they are planted well, the harvest will be quite good.

On this day, Hua Bo carried his hoe on his back and went up the mountain, because on the mountain you could breathe fresh air and hear ghosts singing. Yes, there are quite a few ghosts in the mountains and forests, but in this deserted village, although there are ghosts, they are not aggressive towards people, and they can be peaceful for a while.

Listening to ghosts singing has also become a pastime when Hua Bo is bored, and the poignant flute sound is really not a ghost that can't be blown. The flute sound played by a person is not as miserable as this ghost, otherwise, Hua Bo would not have sat alone on the mountain and listened quietly when the sun was setting.

The downfall of life, at Hua Bo's age, seeing that the sun is turning west, he will no longer be alive after a while. At this time, I heard the ghost playing the flute, smelled the desolation of the flute, and was stunned by the cangsang of the world, and the long wind whistled away, just like a mother's hand gently soothing my sorrow.

At this time, Hua Bo will quietly light a cigarette, and compared to the poignancy of the sunset, his heart is sad like the sound of a ghost's flute, which can resonate with it. Hua Bo looked at his field at this time, it was already dilapidated, even if he redoubled his efforts, I am afraid that it will not be helpful to the established facts, this year's harvest will definitely not be good, and the danger of starvation is still waiting for him, and waiting for his little flower.

Hua Bo was in tears at this time, and sighed alone for a long time, if he was strong enough, then it would not be a big deal, at most it would only make him spend more effort. But at this time, it is almost impossible to say that I have back pain at this time, and I almost have no strength to walk, and it is probably impossible to plow this field again.

Thinking of this, life is really coming to a dead end, thinking of the days after Xiaohua, often looking up to people's snorts, living a life without dignity, as a father, Hua Bo cried without tears. And Old Man Wu is also extremely ill-intentioned, once he finds that he has no food, he will rely on his own food reserves to be sufficient, and he can almost regard himself as nothing.

You can't live in this world to make people laugh, Hua Bo thought so in his heart, but now he can only make people laugh. Thinking of this, Hua Bo can not be stunned!

At this time, I came to the field where I had been bitten off by a cow, and looked at it, if this could grow, I was afraid that it would become a wonder in the world. For a while, he was really quite hostile to Shaoqiu, and his field became a this, wasn't it because of Shaoqiu, if he hadn't been studying, why would his crops have become like this?

I was quite angry for a while, no, after yelling, I scolded my mother to the sky, and then walked towards Shaoqiu's field. And this young autumn field, although I don't see him go up the mountain, but the crops in this field are just the best, at least compared with his own, Hua Bo has to sigh to himself.

Hua Bozhi's anger made him almost fall down for a while, but in order to deal with this Shaoqiu's crops, of course, it was also because Shaoqiu was a scholar, and he didn't have any strength, otherwise, he wouldn't dare, such as Old Man Wu, did he dare? At this time, I came to the edge of the field in this young autumn, looked at the crop, and seemed to hear that the crop was still scolding my mother.

"How can this really be true?" Hua Bo roared at this time, and then pounced, regardless of whether the crop was dirty or not, there were no insects, but he bit it in his mouth, and it was already bitten to the ground in a few strokes.

"Look at how good you look?" Hua Bo said to these crops, "Bite you!" ”

However, when he looked at the crop he had bitten just now, and found that there was blood flowing from the leaves, could he also have life? Hua Bo didn't dare to stay there for a while, so he screamed and left, otherwise, he might encounter something even more unexpected.

At this time, he sat in his field again, listening to the flute sound not far away, which was so beautiful that people were a little shy, which was really good. And the night gradually descended on the deserted village, and the mountains were desolate for a while, and the noise of human language was never heard, and everything seemed to be desolate at this time.

The sky is quite good, and it will be a good day tomorrow, but this is no longer meaningful to me, and the sun is good, which can only help Shaoqiu's field. I was really envious of it for a while.

The sun gradually sank in the western sky, and suddenly looking back, Hua Bo found that there was a person in this young autumn field who was busy, but he couldn't remember the appearance of this person for a while, this person would definitely not be from a deserted village. So what is going on with this person staying in this young autumn field at this time and hoeing the weeds in the field?

"Could it be that the ghost is helping Shaoqiu hoe the ground?" Thinking of this, Hua Bo was quite scared for a while, but he didn't dare to run for a while, because if he ran into a ghost, he couldn't run. I could only sit quietly on this big mountain, watching the ghost hoe the grass in the field for the young autumn.

The grass is hoeed, and tomorrow, when the sun shines, it will die, and the crop will grow quite well. Hua Bo even wanted to ask this ghost to repair this crop for himself for a while, but when he saw the appearance of the ghost, he was a little scared for a while, let alone talk about something with him.

When Hua Bo saw this scene, he was a little scared for a while, and looked around, but there was no one left, and he was the only one who stayed in this mountain. And that ghost, for some reason, is still working very hard to plant the ground for Shaoqiu.

But after looking at it for a while, Hua Bo found that the old man in this kind of place was Shaoqiu's grandfather, but although Shaoqiu's grandfather Hua Bo had seen it, it was many years ago. Shaoqiu's grandfather has been dead for many years, why would he stand in Shaoqiu's field at this time to farm for his grandson?

Hua Bo may be the most back-timed person in the world, otherwise, how could this good field be gnawed by a cow for no reason, and this cow gnawed on his own crops in a fashionable and dignified manner, this is not to blame his own luck is quite poor, what can be blamed? If you're lucky, you won't see a ghost at this point.

Shaoqiu's grandfather kept busy in the field, bending over, and he didn't care about this flower uncle for a while, as if the flower uncle didn't exist. And Hua Bo wanted to run away for a while, but because he was only one person, this must not alarm this ghost, otherwise, let him know, and his escape would not be successful.

It's better to sit on this big rock, even if it's a ghost, you don't want to live anyway, and sooner or later you will become a ghost. Just thinking like this, I suddenly heard a thunder in the sky, and after this thunder, everything was invisible, at this time the moonlight was faintly sprinkled on this hill, and when I looked back, the field of Shaoqiu was quiet, and I could not see anything unclean.

Hua Bo went down the mountain, but suddenly found that his stomach was quite uncomfortable, probably because he was too frightened, which affected his spleen and stomach for a while. After going down the mountain, Hua Bo closed the door of the house and stayed in the house for a while and did not dare to come out.