The bandit was seriously ill. It was an overnight thing, there was no disease in the stomach at all, but for some reason, this night, it was so painful that I kept rolling on the bed, and even the hurt out.

I went to the hospital for examination, and found that I was seriously ill, and what the specific disease was, and the doctor said that for fear of scaring the bandits, it was inconvenient to disclose it for a while, otherwise it would be very disturbing to the treatment.

"How much does it cost?" The bandit asked the doctor.

"I'm afraid it's going to cost a million dollars." The doctor said in a deep voice.

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The bandit returned to his place of residence, and at this time he was disheartened, lying on the bed, and just as he didn't know what to do, he heard someone gently knock on his iron door, making a crisp sound. This reminded the bandits that they had buried iron weapons on the battlefield, and if they dug up those chariots, artillery, or something and sold them, they should be able to make some money, right?

When I arrived at the battlefield, I searched for a long time, but it was already a thing or a person, and the battlefield was no longer a battlefield, but a piece of farmland. Not only could I not find it, but in the process of exploring at night, I was accidentally bitten by a snake, but fortunately it was not poisonous, otherwise it would have been a shame, and the bandit would have been gone.

When I returned to my house, I remembered the doctor's words, I have to pay a million dollars for treatment, how much farm work do I have to do to earn it? I can't lie in bed anymore, even though it's night, I have to go up the mountain to work, otherwise I can't raise so much money.

The bandits' crops, because of the long-term lack of management, have long been overgrown with weeds, and at that time, for some reason, there was a dragon hidden for no reason, so frightened that the bandits did not dare to hoe the ground for a while. But when he turned around, he saw that the dragon was no longer staying in his own crop field, and seeing that the air on the mountain was very fresh, and he still had some strength, he was afraid that it would be inappropriate not to work hard at this time and not earn some money for treatment.

Since then, the bandits have been working day and night in their cornfields, sometimes almost to death, but those people who pass by, when they see that the bandit is dead, just give a miserable oh ho, and do not come forward to help. Until there was a torrential rain in the sky, lightning was still frequent, for the black bandit, it was really the anger of people and gods, no, the thunder struck down, just hit the black bandit.

Maybe God means that he wants to completely defeat the black bandit and send him to the West Heaven, it seems that he is not allowed to live, right? Otherwise, how could this thunder only slash on his body, but other people walking on the mountains were safe and sound, and even with this lightning haunt, walking on the rugged mountain road without flashlight, it was very convenient.

The only black bandit was hit by thunder. After the black bandit was struck by lightning, for a while, there was a burst of laughter in the sky, and the plan of the heavens had succeeded. But after that laughter, for some reason, the bandit not only did not die, but woke up, wiped his eyes, and looked around, in the sound of heavy rain, he couldn't see anything at all, but heard a voice from the sky, as if someone was constantly shouting to the sky.

The black bandits who got up from the heavy rain did not dare to be as lazy as before, and had to work hard, without saving some money, without curing their diseases, and so on, and let those beautiful women fall into the hands of thin men, which can also be said to be very unwilling.

The corn in the field is growing happily, and now with the moisture of the rain, it grows, simply, in the blink of an eye. The work of smoking a cigarette is different from before, and those corn cobs, for a moment, are already knotted in the corn tree, swaying in the wind, very lovely, extremely beautiful, and seeing the black bandit do his work, it is even more powerful, even if he flashes his waist and breaks his feet, he does not take it to heart.

At the edge of the field, in the thin man's cornfield, there were a few haggard corn cobs growing sparsely on the ground, and when the wind blew gently, those corn cobs had already collapsed a lot, broken, drooping their heads, crumbling in the wind, and the sound was also very desolate, which made people unbearable to hear.

And in the corn field of the black bandits, this piece of golden light shines, reflecting the moonlight, and some of the corn is simply fine, turning into a big girl, haunting a sea of corn, hiding in the poetic moonlight. The bandits chased forward, a God-given opportunity, and must not be missed, at this time, if you don't fall in love with them in this cornfield, and don't talk to them about love, this will not be a bandit.

But when I caught it, it wasn't a girl, but a huge corn cob. This corn cob looks extremely beautiful, and at first glance, it is not much different from that of a pretty girl.

Overnight, the corn was still growing in seedlings, and in the bandits' field, the corn not only grew well, but also seemed to have matured ahead of schedule because it had mistaken the season. It is much earlier than the corn grown by ordinary people, at least two or three months.

By September, the corn in the bandits' field was already fully ripe, and at this time, sitting in his own field, looking at this ocean-like piece, his heart was very refreshing, with these corns, if he sold them, he should be able to make a lot of money. No, at night, everyone is asleep, some are snoring, and some are having some good dreams, either going to a distant place to date a woman, or dreaming that they have picked up some gold and silver treasures for nothing.

Only the black bandits, who did not dare to have that kind of boring dream that night, picked up the basket and went up the mountain, and picked up all the corn in the cornfield one by one, and dried it on the sun-drying lawn in front of his house.

After picking all the corn on the mountain, there was so much corn in the barn that I couldn't count it, and sometimes the bandits might have counted too much, and they couldn't count it. Originally, there were about dozens or hundreds of tons of corn, but in the number of bandits, it was only a few dozen ears.

However, even the bandits themselves did not believe in this number, "How can there be only a few dozen of so much corn?" "For a while, I don't count it, it doesn't matter how much he is, as long as he can make money.

After all the corn on the mountain was brought home, the clouds in the sky seemed to be far away for a while, for fear that the sun would be blocked during the day and prevent the black bandits from drying the corn on the cob. Some clouds fell from the sky in order to convince the bandits that they would not do some damage, and they dissipated completely, and they did not become clouds, but turned into wisps of smoke, and disappeared like ghosts.

Because I don't know how much corn there is, at night, the people in the deserted village are ready to move, because the corn is not a number anyway, I don't know how much, why take some? No one cares anyway.

In this way, the corn that the black bandits were drying in their own barn gradually decreased, but despite this, no one felt that it was less, so there was no number at all, and the lack of corn was basically the same as no less.

It wasn't until this night, when the bandits went out to pee, that they found that there was no corn on their drying flat, and then they knew that something was wrong, and someone had stolen the corn they had worked so hard to grow. Among these people, the thin man benefited the most, and the broken corn he planted on the mountains was just a disguise, and it was not those that he really did, but these golden and splendid fragrant corn planted by the bandits.

On this day, the bandits were walking in the deserted village, and found that the thin man was eating corn, and the corn looked very similar to the one he had grown, and he went up and interrogated him for a while, wondering what was going on.

"How do you have corn to eat?" The bandit asked.

"I grew it myself." The thin man replied as he ate stolen corn.

"How can you grow such good corn in that broken ground?" The black bandit asked.

"Anyway, it was planted by Lao Tzu!" The thin man knew that the bandit was sick at this time, and for a while, he was quite fearless, so he snorted.

"Okay." The bandits did not dare to compete with them, knowing that they were sick and in such a disadvantageous position, that it was inconvenient to have any fights with others.

The bandits left. Soon after, when he returned to his home, the corn he had worked so hard to grow was gone for a while, just overnight. At this time, I really kept shedding tears, and I knew that this was the case, so I didn't go to the mountains to plant corn.

At this point, I really have to think of a way, otherwise, didn't the doctor say that he might die soon. The bandit didn't want to die, so he had to think of a way to save himself from death anyway.

That night, the bandit came out of his house and looked at the empty sunning flat, and there was almost nothing on it. In a moment of rage, he took a huge stone and threw it into the depths of the river.

"The doctor says I'm sick," said the bandit himself, "but why does Lao Tzu have so much strength?" ”

On the empty barn of the barn, dozens or hundreds of tons of corn seemed to evaporate from the world almost overnight, and there was not a single one left. The bandits originally wanted to investigate the matter, but the people in the deserted village, except for the thin man who had corn at home, the others had almost nothing to do with corn, and insisted that they had stolen their own corn, which was too far-fetched, wasn't it?

The deserted village at night, for some reason, looks quite mysterious and weird, for a while, I don't want to see it, and the heavy rain keeps falling, the black bandit immediately got into his house, thinking hard about how to deal with it.

"I'm going to have to get some money tomorrow anyway." The bandit said to himself in his heart.

The black bandit looked at his gun, and if he wanted to make money, he really had to rely on this at this time. But it's not so easy to do, and if something goes wrong, it's going to be a dead place.

However, in order to treat himself, it seems that there is only one way at present, and he is ready to rob the bank at gunpoint.

The night is still very thick, and it is really very envious to stay alone in this empty and boring room, listening to the sweet sounds coming from other people's houses. I wonder when I can make a cute voice like my own woman?

Tomorrow, the bandits are going to rob the bank, stay in their own house at this time, and have to take a good look at everything in this deserted village.

The bandits are a little reluctant to this side of the landscape, if it weren't for their own illness (of course, this was said by the doctor, otherwise, a person like him who can eat and sleep, and has a strong body can't be associated with the disease anyway), how can there be such an idea of thunder and thunder at this time?

"May the Bodhisattva bless you." The bandit stood in front of the door of his house, bowed to the sky, and prayed silently for himself.

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