In all directions of Beiping, there are many villages, scattered and scattered, like sparks bursting out of the fire.

Of course, these villages are small enough that there are almost no smoke and smoke in sight. It's just that everyone who has a little ability is vying to go to Beiping City.

That prosperous place that seems to be within reach has an irresistible fatal temptation for the souls of those who have been poor for several lifetimes!

Among them, the small village is one of many villages, and it should be the farthest from the city of Beiping.

The reason why it is called a small village is nothing more than one reason: it is too small.

So small that there were only four people left.

Farmer Li Erzhu.

Woodcutter Zhang Daleng.

Widow Bai and her daughter, seven-year-old Tao Tao.

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The wind comes and goes, and the night passes quietly.

Halfway through autumn, the longer the nights and the shorter the days.

The weather suddenly turned cold, and people didn't have the slightest chance to prepare.

In the early morning, Li Erzhu shivered on the pit for a long time before he got up with difficulty, rubbed his eyes, put on a few clothes indiscriminately, didn't even wipe his face, grabbed the hard steamed bun by the pit with one hand, picked up the hoe leaning against the door with the other, and walked out.

He was a farmer, and at all times he had to go to the field early to tend to the crops.

This is a habit, or rather, the instinct of a person who eats from heaven to earth.

How long have you been a farmer, twenty years, thirty years?

Li Erzhu couldn't remember it for a long time, and his face was that of a middle-aged man in his forties.

Li Erzhu became a farmer, one for food, the other for money, and in the final analysis, for the essential reason of money, for women.

He couldn't afford to marry a wife, he lived most of his life, and he never tasted a woman.

So he desperately wanted a woman.

"The cabbage in the field can be eaten, those white radishes and yellow radishes are almost ripe, in addition to what I eat, I can also sell it for a lot of money, I have saved money for more than 20 years, I don't know if it is enough to go to Xiaochun Pavilion in the city?"

Taking a deep breath of the cold morning air and looking in the direction of Beiping City, Li Erzhu nibbled on the steamed bun and thought to himself, "It is said that the women there are tender and can pinch out the water!"

When he thought of a woman, Li Erzhu's whole body became hot, and soon, he thought of the White Widow, the only woman in that small village!

So he swallowed the remaining half of the bun, took the hoe on his shoulder, and went to the white widow's house.

Whether the White Widow is a widow or not, no one can tell. She was not born and raised in the village, but fled the year before last.

According to the white widow herself, she was the daughter of a merchant in a town in the south of the Yangtze River, the year before last, a great turmoil broke out in her hometown, the whole town was slaughtered, her parents and husband all died, only she escaped with the woman, all the way north, and finally settled in a small village.

Li Erzhu naturally believed this statement. A woman's tragic experience can often inspire a man's overflowing compassion.

And the white widow is petite and lovely, and she is soft and greasy when she speaks, like a clear spring winding in the mountains, and like a white floc that occasionally brushes the water.

"The woman in the south of the Yangtze River is the ...... of water" muttering this sentence that he heard from nowhere, Li Erzhu quickened his pace.

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There were only four people in the small village, but there were many houses, and even though most of them were destroyed, there were still many that could be inhabited.

The White Widow's residence is quite far away from Li Erzhu's residence, one in the west and the other in the east.

When Li Erzhu arrived, he found that the yellow mud house leaning against two trees was open.

However, the person standing in front of the door was not the white widow he had in mind, but a middle-aged man with an obscene appearance.

is the woodcutter Zhang Daleng.

After seeing Zhang Daleng, Li Erzhu only felt that he was even hotter, a very uncomfortable heat that needed to be released urgently.

So he roared, rushed over regardless of it, and then picked up the hoe and smashed it at Zhang Daleng's head.

"Dog thing!" Li Erzhu shouted as he smashed it.

Zhang Daleng's reaction was also fast, he took out the axe on his waist, blocked the hoe above his head, and retreated again and again, and replied unrelentingly: "You plank, early in the morning, what are you crazy about?"

"Who told you to peep at my daughter-in-law again?" Li Erzhu shouted.

"What, what are you talking about?" Zhang Daleng was stunned, and then rushed over with an axe and slashed wildly.

"Who is your daughter-in-law, who is your daughter-in-law, do you know fair competition?"

There are only two men in the small village, and they fight for life and death every day.

Li Erzhu and the hoe are integrated, he has planted the land for most of his life, and at this time he will give full play to the ability of farming. The hoe, which has been with him for more than 20 years, has become an extension of his arm, with his fingers hitting his head and his fingers hitting his feet, completely treating Zhang Daleng on the opposite side as the yellow earth that needs to be reclaimed.

Zhang Daleng is not idle, he has two axes in his hand, the big axe in his left hand accurately blocks Li Erzhu's stormy attack, and the small axe in his right hand slashes horizontally from time to time, like splitting a tree.

No one can help anyone.

In the nearly four years since the White Widow came, Li Erzhu and Zhang Daleng have fought no less than a thousand times in order to pass on the ancestry, but they have never been able to distinguish between high and low.

After a while, the sky was bright, and the two of them were already out of breath, but they had no intention of stopping.

Li Erzhu took the time to touch his shriveled belly, and the steamed buns he had just eaten were digested as soon as possible. He stared at a pair of red eyes, stared at Zhang Daleng, who was also tired and paralyzed opposite, and shouted: "The daughter-in-law who has been fighting for so long should have had a result, and today we will live and die!"

"Okay, good!" Zhang Daleng heard the words and shouted: "I have hacked you alive!"

As he spoke, he picked up two axes, the big axe and the small axe.

Seeing this, Li Erzhu was not to be outdone, holding the end of the hoe pole, and after turning around in place twice, the whole person and the hoe were thrown out!

This time, neither of them blocked, if they were solid, they would definitely end up together.

Fortunately, the next moment, the axe and the hoe came to a halt.

Because of a cry.

In front of the two trees, in the yellow mud house, a girl's cry suddenly came out.

The next moment, the girl wearing a small jacket and a cloak with white peach peach, wiped her tears, staggered out, and cried as she walked: "My mother is gone, where is my mother?"

In front of the house, the two men who had stopped fighting looked at each other, walked to the door of the house almost at the same time, poked their heads out and looked in, only to see that it was empty.

There really is no trace of the White Widow!

"Where has my daughter-in-law gone, where is my daughter-in-law?" Li Erzhu turned his head and angrily asked Zhang Daleng, who was close at hand.

"Yes, what about my daughter-in-law?" Zhang Daleng asked rhetorically with eyes like cows.