Shaoqiu stood on the edge of his field, and it was raining all the time on his side, but Huabo's field was shining with the sun shining, which was very suitable for hoeing. At this time, in order to prevent the water from the field from flowing into his field, otherwise, the field will be wet, although it can be watered, but today it is absolutely not, because it is the time to hoe the grass, how can there be water?

Moreover, Hua Bo's family planted watermelons, but the seedlings planted in the autumn were grass, and the watermelon seedlings could not be flooded, otherwise, there was a great possibility of death. Of course, Hua Bo could dig a pit on the edge of his own land, so that the water in the young autumn field could flow out of this ditch, but in this way, it would delay his work a lot, and he would not be able to dig such a big ditch for the sake of a poor student.

Besides, in this young autumn field, he also raised a big fish, and when this big fish was raised at night, although it did not grow much meat, it was alive after all, and it was better than eating it to death. Of course, these are not the main reasons, what Hua Bo wants is this effect, if he doesn't kill this Shaoqiu, he will go on a date with his little flower somewhere on the mountain and fall in love, but for himself, this is really fatal.

For this reason, it rains incessantly in the fields of the young autumn, and this rain once overflowed the seedlings, if the water is not released, this will not happen, and it is very likely that all the seedlings will die, and in the autumn, there will be no income. And this young autumn field, because it is surrounded by mountains on three sides, only this east side is adjacent to Huabo's field, and if you want to release water, this has to pass through Huabo's field anyway.

"Uncle, I beg you, just let the water from my field pass through the edge of your field, otherwise, these seedlings may not live if they are soaked for some more hours." Shaoqiu knelt in front of Hua Bo and said.

"No, I don't have time to dig this ditch now, besides, I have watermelons planted everywhere, if you dig a ditch like this, how many watermelon seedlings I have to lose, this thing will definitely not work." Hua Bo didn't look at Shaoqiu, and continued to dig his own land, taking advantage of the sun, and worked hard.

Shaoqiu saw that Hua Bo did not agree to let the water in his field pass through his field at this time, and for a while, he had no choice but to pray to the heavens, "God, don't rain, otherwise, the seedlings in my field may really be finished." ”

Hua Bo hoeed for a while, a little tired, so he sat aside, kept smoking, rested a little, and then continued to fight. But at this time, when he saw that the water in this young autumn field was almost overflowing from this boundary, he was very angry, and without saying a word, he walked to this boundary again, and kept cultivating soil and reinforcing the embankment on this boundary, otherwise, as soon as this torrent washed over, his watermelon field could only be an ocean for a while.

Shaoqiu looked at this large pond, at this time there was a big fish swimming non-stop, isn't it the tail that Hua Bo raised in his own field, he was very angry at this time, but he didn't dare to talk about Hua Bo, so he threw a stone at the big fish and beat it randomly. Seeing this, Hua Bo came over for a while, and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

Seeing that Hua Bo was coming, Shaoqiu didn't dare to hit the fish, so he stepped aside at this time and looked at his field, and the seedlings were no longer visible, only Hua Bo's fish was swimming around incessantly, sometimes feeling comfortable, and even jumped over the water, making a beautiful movement, as if he wanted to greet Hua Bo in this way. Seeing his big fish jumping around in this Shaoqiu's field, and Shaoqiu didn't dare to do anything to his fish, Hua Bo was very happy for a while.

Moreover, with the existence of this pond water, when Hua Bo is tired from work, he can still jump into this water to take a bath, and this water, for some reason, is also extremely cool, and it is very comfortable for people to soak in it. It is precisely because of these benefits that Hua Bo does not allow the water to be released in the autumn, and when he finishes hoeing the watermelon field, if it does not rain for a day, the existence of these waters can also make his watermelons grow better.

"Uncle, I beg you." Shaoqiu cried at this time, because there was no intention of stopping the rain on this day, and if it continued like this, it wouldn't be long before his seedlings would be finished.

"No, how can I dig a ditch in my watermelon field, what a waste of land, besides, I have watermelons growing everywhere, I hoe the grass and be very careful, you dig a ditch like this, how many watermelon roots do you have to hoe, Lao Tzu's loss is not big?" Hua Bo responded.

At this point, one side has become a pond, and on the other side is a watermelon field. If the form continues to develop like this, I don't know what to do, because the rain in the fields of Shaoqiu is falling vigorously, and there is absolutely no intention of stopping, and the sun on the Huabo side is big, no, it is scorching the earth madly.

From time to time, Hua Bo went to the pond and strengthened the embankment, so that the water in the young autumn field could not overflow under any circumstances, otherwise, his watermelon field would be submerged, and once it was submerged, he would die immediately. Fortunately, although the water in the field of this young autumn was trying to flow out, because of the good work of the Huabo fortifications and the strength of the embankment, it was impossible for the embankment to burst, so he smiled, walked back to the hoe, and continued to do his work.

Shaoqiuzhi was guarding the edge of his field, praying to the heavens at this time, if it would not rain, but at this time, there was thunder in the sky from time to time, lightning and thunder, and thunderbolts continued, like the roar of the heavens, which was really a little scary. Shaoqiu stayed in his field, and kept praying for his seedlings to stop the rain, otherwise, it won't be long before all the seedlings in his field will die.

Hua Bo, on the other hand, thought that the water must not overflow, so he kept reinforcing the embankment, otherwise, once the embankment burst, the consequences would be unimaginable. And looked at the big fish that he saw, and I don't know why, for a while, although the time was in a hurry, but it turned out to be a lot bigger, it seems that the fish are raised in this young autumn field, and it is good to dare to be affectionate.

If you keep it like this for a while, at night, the big fish will become bigger, and then find someone to carry it back and dry it, how fat and delicious will the fish be? But at this time, you can't think too far, the key is not to let this young autumn release water, otherwise, there will be no hope, the fish will not grow anymore without water.

When he was tired of hoeing, Hua Bo even came to the edge of this pond and threw some food for the fish from time to time. Seeing this flower uncle like this, Shaoqiu knew that there was no way to reach an agreement with him for a while, so he had to sit silently on the side, anxious, but there was no way.

The heavy rain in the sky did not mean to stop, on the contrary, for some reason, it became heavier and heavier. From time to time, thunder and lightning flashed, piercing the sky, the earth trembled, Shaoqiu stayed under this lightning, trembling from time to time, I was afraid that this lightning would hit his body from time to time, which was not good.

In the midst of this lightning and thunder, Hua Bo strengthened the embankment from time to time, fearing that if the embankment collapsed and the water rushed over, then something bad would happen, and all his efforts would be in vain. Shaoqiu saw that this flower uncle was so ruthless, only caring about his own interests, and not caring about other people's seedlings at all, this is not too lacking in virtue and how to explain it?

But in the end, this is Xiaohua's father, and he has no way to take him for a while, otherwise, he just let the water go, so as not to turn his field into an ocean. Thinking about this, Shaoqiu Zhi was very helpless, so he sat on the side and coughed incessantly.

At this moment, there was a huge thunder in the sky, and for a while, I heard Hua Bo screaming, and he fell. And this torrent also rushed through the body of this flower uncle, rolling mercilessly, overflowing the watermelon field of this flower uncle, so that his watermelons rolled up for a while, and some of them fell off the seedlings, which floated on the surface of the water, with the torrent, mighty, thousands of horses, I don't know where to drift.

And Hua Bo's big fish also followed this torrent and went forward, and from time to time, it was never seen again. Hua Bo fell into this watermelon field of his own, maybe he did too many immoral things, and was struck by lightning at this time.

Shaoqiu rushed forward at this time, hugged Hua Bo, helped him aside, and rested on a stone, watching his watermelon pass through this torrent, and for a while, it became miserable, which was really painful. "Oh my God, my watermelon!"

Not only that, but at this time, the rain in the sky, for some reason, moved from the edge of the field in Shaoqiu to the watermelon field of the flower uncle, and those weeds, after the moisture of this heavy rain, from time to time, this came to life. And it grew wildly, and there were more weeds in the field than before.

The seedlings of the young autumn, because of the disappearance of the torrent, for a while, the seedlings can be seen, although it is soaked in the rain, there is something unfavorable, but after the sun is sun, it has regained its vitality. At this time, seeing the growth of the seedlings in his field, Shaoqiu was really very happy, and Hua Bo was lying in the shade of a cool tree at this time, and gradually, he became conscious.

Shaoqiu helped Hua Bo to leave the mountain, because Hua Bo's body was weak, almost to the point of not being able to walk, at this time he didn't go to help, and on this mountain, who could help this Hua Bo? There is no way, who calls him Xiaohua's father, so he can only step forward and help him.

Back at home, Shaoqiu imagined that the growth of the seedlings in his field was gratifying, and soon after, in the autumn, it should be a lot of income, with this money, and then marry this little flower into the door, what a beautiful thing. But it didn't work at this time, because Hua Bo was very angry with himself, no, on the way back, he didn't want his own support, but he had to climb back with his own strength.