An old man in a deserted village, because he looked at Shaoqiu pitifully, a lonely person, and was also sick, and the crops on the mountains were gradually barren because they could not be cultivated. The old man had always been helpful, so at night, he quietly went up the mountain to hoe the weeds in the field for the young autumn.

And for those land that has not yet been cultivated, the old man will personally plough it out, and next year, as long as it rains, it will be a good field again. I didn't dare to plow the land for Shaoqiu during the day, because Shaoqiu wanted to study, and was mistaken for a curse, so it almost reached the point where everyone shouted and beaten.

The people in the deserted village have spoken, and those who dare to cultivate the land for the young autumn will be killed, and they will not be allowed to enter the ancestral grave after death. As a result, there are almost no people in the deserted village who dare to speak for them, and even if they do, after they have spoken, they are brought to justice and killed on the spot.

The old man had no choice but to quietly go up the mountain at night to cultivate some crops for the young autumn, otherwise, this farming time would not wait for anyone, and once the season passed, the crops would never grow again. And at night, staying alone on this mountain, I was still a little afraid, and as for what I was afraid of, I didn't know for a while.

When I was working, I suddenly heard what seemed to be a voice around me, but in the middle of the night, who dared to stay on this mountain and not go home except myself? Maybe it's the wind, the old man thought.

But at this time, he suddenly found a large painted face appearing, raised a hoe, and dug a hoe on his body at that time. The old man was injured.

However, it is not strange for a while, there are ghosts on this mountain, and it is inevitable that you are alone here and beaten by ghosts. Although he was injured, the old man's tenacious will made him not give up plowing the field for Shaoqiu, so he treated the wound a little, and then lowered his head and got busy again.

The beater stayed aside at this time, looked at it, and found that the ghost was not dead, and there was nothing to be done for a while. The beater, that is, Hua Bo, doesn't know what to do, but since he has vented his bad breath, he doesn't want to stay on this mountain.

It wasn't until he dug a hoe on the "ghost" that Hua Bo realized that this person was not a ghost, but an old man. But the person who helped this young autumn, according to the law, beat him for a while, which is not considered to be wronged, so he sat on his patio again and hummed softly.

The matter was finally known, and for a while, the deserted village was searching for the old man everywhere, and if he was not brought to justice and the old man was not killed, the people of the deserted village seemed to have no peace. So people gathered in front of Shaoqiu's house and asked him why he wanted to invite an old man to plough the land on the mountain during the third watch in the middle of the night.

Shaoqiu said that he didn't know about it, otherwise, he would definitely have to thank others. At this time, the people in the deserted village, because of Shaoqiuzhi's reading, were originally just reading some arithmetic books, but they let people with ulterior motives, such as the dog masters, take advantage of it, saying that Shaoqiuzhi's reading is just a curse.

And Shaoqiu is really, I shouldn't read anything in English, if I read this book, people almost can't understand it at all, and some people think crookedly for a while, saying that this is an evil book, which is very different from the ancient evil arts, and the people who hear the sound of reading, almost none of them will have a good end. People didn't believe it, but the dog grandfathers said every day, every year, if they don't believe it for a while, they have to believe it.

In order to completely defeat Shaoqiu, no longer make him recite incantation-like words, otherwise, the people of the deserted village can almost be said to have reached a point where they cannot live in fear. I'm afraid that if I don't get it right one day, I fall off the cliff for no reason or drown while swimming, and Shaoqiu doesn't have a wife, and when I die, my wife won't have to sleep with it?

Because of this, the hatred of the people in the deserted village for this Shaoqiu is greater than the sky. No one dared to help him for a while, even some saints, when they saw Shaoqiu, they had to scold him, and even said bad things about him for no reason.

At this time, people heard that someone dared to help this young autumn plough the land on the mountain, and the crowd was angry for a while, and they wanted to kill the person who helped the abusing tiger. However, because the old man was at night, even if he was Hua Bo, he couldn't see it clearly, so he finally escaped.

On this day, Hua Bo stayed in his house again, and there was nowhere to go, besides, he injured an old man for no reason, and he was in a very uncomfortable mood at this time. If you think about it, the old man was doing good deeds, but why did he hurt others?

For a while, I felt that I was not a person, but at that time, I also saw the wrong eye, and I thought it was a ghost, otherwise, why would I hit someone? Lying on the table for a while, I couldn't stop sighing, I knew it was a person, even if my stomach hurt, I wouldn't hit someone.

While he was thinking about it, someone from the deserted village came to the door, saying that he wanted to invite himself out for a meeting. Hua Bo has never had any meetings in his life, and he doesn't want to go at this time, because the things he has done are really quite ugly, what kind of face do he have to meet people for a while?

However, people finally invited Hua Bo to the venue, and his deeds had already spread, and they all said that he played well. Hearing people say this, Hua Bo was in a good mood for a while, it turned out that he was just beating bad guys, so why not think about it?

And the people in the deserted village, there are many people who send saffron for it for a while, but Hua Bo feels that he deserves it no matter what, so he doesn't even want it. However, the people in the deserted village said that he had made a great contribution, and he wore saffron for it for a while, and even inscribed it on bamboo silk, in order to leave a name in history.

When he was celebrating Hua Bo's achievement, the kind old man appeared, at this time, his clothes were ragged, he was in tatters, and he was still injured on his body, but it was not due to Hua Bo! Standing in front of people at this time, and being slapped by people incessantly, it seems that not being so is not enough to make it memorable.

Some people even suggested that the old man should be slaughtered simply, so as not to quietly go up to the mountains in the future and go to plow the fields and hoe the land for Shaoqiu. However, many people in the deserted village said that they could stop by ordering, and let him be spared, and if he did it again in the future, he would not be forgiven!

After the people dispersed, the deserted village was peaceful again, only the wind blew gently, and the river murmured like a dream. Shaoqiu sat in his room, under the lamplight, thinking about some past events speechlessly.

The people in the deserted village don't like them, which makes them quite uncomfortable for a while, but if they don't stay in the deserted village, where can they go? When you think about it, you really have nowhere to go but to stay here, even if people treat you like this, so what?

However, the best way is to stay here, otherwise, once you go out, it will not be easy to come back. Just as he was thinking like this, he heard Aunt Hua appear in front of his house again.

As soon as she appeared in front of her house, Aunt Hua couldn't stop laughing, this voice was really good, and when she heard this laughter, Shaoqiu didn't want to leave. Otherwise, Aunt Hua may look down on herself, and once she looks down on herself, she still wants to get her daughter, which is afraid that it will not work.

Shaoqiu listened to this laughter, did her own reading seem right to her? Perhaps, otherwise, why would she be smiling so happily?

It is enough to have a confidant in life. Shaoqiu stayed in his room at this time and thought like this, and when he was thinking like this, he heard someone knocking on the door, knocking lightly on his door, maybe it was the wind, the night was already so deep, and who else came?

Opened the door and looked out, the person who came was none other than Xiaohua, she was holding a handful of flowers in her hand, and when she looked at Shaoqiu at this time, the smile on her face was really considerable, like a pear tree full of flowers in March. Shaoqiu didn't dare to accept the flowers she sent for a while, but the girl put the flowers on Shaoqiu's table, smiled again, and left quickly.

Behind Xiaohua, you can clearly hear the voice of Old Man Wu, who saw Xiaohua give flowers to Shaoqiu, and stomped his feet fiercely when he walked in front of Shaoqiu's house. His daughter-in-law gave flowers to others for no reason, which is unjustifiable no matter how you say it.

"I'm going to kill you!" When Old Man Wu left, he threw such a sentence to Shaoqiu, which sounded really scary at night in the deserted village.

A gust of wind swept by, the deserted village was desolate, and the river was no longer murmuring, but roaring something. The mountains in the distance were speechless for a while, and the stones on the mountain also roared in the night, as if they were expressing their opinions on something improper.

One day, Shaoqiu went to Lu Town, and the low adobe houses in Lu Town were already crowded with people in front of the door, and the people who rushed to the market came from all over the country to see the prosperity of Lu Town. At this time, Shaoqiu was in Lu Town, and he still just wanted to come to Lu Zhen to sell the cold potatoes he had worked so hard to grow on the mountain.

However, when he walked on the street of Lu Town, he found that the old man Wu was also following, and at this time he was accompanied by a gun, and the gunshots broke out from time to time, which made Lu Zhen chaotic for a while. Old Man Wu didn't talk much to Shaoqiu, and as soon as they met, he fired a shot.

Fortunately, Old Man Wu's marksmanship was not accurate, this shot was just shot on a stone, and sparks immediately flew on the stone, and the young autumn equinox was not damaged. Seeing that Old Man Wu was such a person, Shaoqiu didn't dare to stay with him for a while, so he could only run forward without his life, otherwise?

"Fuck you, stop!" Old Man Wu roared like this, and the gunshots continued, it seemed that Shaoqiu might really die in this Lu Town. However, maybe it was blessed by God, although Shaoqiu was shuttling endlessly in the rain of bullets, he was still unscathed.

"Stop!" At this time, the black bandit also pounced with two axes, and coordinated with Old Man Wu, wanting to cut off Shaoqiu's two axes.