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In the middle of the night, a crescent moon hung high in the night sky, emitting a cold brilliance. The moisture of the sea water brought dark clouds, covering this last glimmer of brilliance. The sound of the waves lapping on the beach was like a lullaby, causing everyone in Taoyuan Village to gradually fall into sleep. The whole village was quiet, except for the faint calls of wild beasts from Longling in the distance, making the place seem even more peaceful.
The night was getting deeper and deeper, and a sneaky figure flashed out from the door of Feng Dakang's house. He was wearing tattered gray clothes and gray trousers, with a jet black homespun towel wrapped around his head, and in his hand. Holding a curved sickle, he crept along the alley in the village. The dark clouds in the sky were accidentally blown away, and the clear moonlight shone on this man's face. He turned out to be Feng Dakang from the village.
It¡¯s midnight, what is he going to do?
Feng Dakang came to the watermelon field of Lao Feng's family silently. Even in the middle of the night, he could see the big watermelons in the field when he stood on the ridge. They were all growing round and full, and they looked particularly good. Eating is also very valuable.
Strangely enough, his family and the village chief's family sown watermelons at almost the same time. However, the village chief's watermelons are almost ripe, but his watermelons have never grown big. They are still raw melon eggs the size of rubber balls. , a hint of jealousy suddenly flashed in his eyes. Feng Dakang didn't even think about it. Ever since he planted his watermelons, he hadn't watered them properly or fertilized them properly. He didn't even want to do the fine work of catching insects and weeds. He just knew how to be lazy all day long. Then watermelons may grow well.
Feng Dakang will not find reasons from himself, he will only blame God for being unfair. He is also growing watermelons. Why are his watermelons smaller than others? Now he will chop them all into pieces. After finishing the village chief's house, go chop down other people's houses to see what else they can be proud of.
Thinking of this, an excited smile appeared on Feng Dakang's face. He walked quickly to the watermelon field, spotted a huge watermelon and was about to chop it down. Unexpectedly, at this moment, the watermelon turned out to be just like that. It disappeared under his nose. This was really strange. Feng Dakang shook his head and didn't think anything was wrong. He probably saw it wrong just now. After all, it was dark here and he couldn't see anything clearly.
He continued to search ahead, and then set his sights on another big watermelon. With a smirk on his face, he raised the sickle in his hand high, ready to hit it hard. Knowing that this big watermelon disappeared in the blink of an eye, it was really a ghost. Why did this watermelon disappear again?
Feng Dakang rubbed his eyes, but he still didn't believe in evil. This time he didn't care. He opened his eyes wide and stared at the big watermelon next to him. He waved the sickle and was about to chop it down. Hey, he was right this time. , This big watermelon can't run away too. He was very proud in his heart, and the strength in his hands could not help but become a little stronger.
Just when his sickle was about to touch the watermelon, the watermelon rolled to the side without knowing what was going on. The sickle in Feng Dakang's hand could not hold back its momentum and struck him with a click. On his calf, he suddenly screamed, dropped the sickle and fell to the ground, holding his right leg and howling miserably.
It hurt, it really hurt, and the bright red blood burst out all of a sudden. It hurt so much that Feng Dakang wanted to roll on the ground a few times. What was even worse was that the local dog in the village heard his call and instantly After waking up with a start, they started barking loudly, which resounded throughout the entire Taoyuan Village. The noise was so loud that people from the village would definitely come out to check if they saw the watermelon he left at the village chief's house. In the fields, then even if he jumped into the sea, he wouldn't be able to clear away the suspicion.
No, he had to leave here quickly. Feng Dakang endured the pain and climbed up from the ground, limping forward like a golden rooster. During this period, he fell several times. The pain was so painful that he even broke out in cold sweat. However, He felt guilty as a thief and did not dare to run towards the village. He was afraid that others would see the wounds on his feet and become suspicious, so he could only jump in the opposite direction and wanted to escape to the mountainside to find some herbs. He remembered that there was a place next to the salt drying field. There is a kind of eldergrass, which Aunt Six once used to heal Feng Dazhuang's injury. It is this herb that he is looking for.
Feng Dakang kept his golden rooster's independent posture and jumped all the way to the salt drying field in the village. Unexpectedly, there were more and more dark clouds in the sky, blocking the last trace of light. There was darkness all around. Where could he look for it? Elderberry, he was exhausted enough to be able to hold on up to this point. Just when he was about to stop and rest for a while, something seemed to trip him under his feet. He suddenly lost his balance, waving his hands randomly, and fell back. , fell heavily into the salt pond, making a loud noiseThere was a bang, followed by his howling like a killing pig. The water in the pool was filled with highly concentrated sea salt water. When it touched Feng Dakang's wound, it was like cutting flesh. It hurt him all over. His face was distorted, and his throat almost burst.
The screams spread all the way to Taoyuan Village, attracting all the villagers who had already woken up. The villagers are all alert these days. They picked up one or two handy weapons and ran out of the house, saying They were still shouting to catch the thieves. Feng Guoqiang, the militia leader, personally led the team. Following the sound, he quickly rushed to the front of the salt drying field and immediately found Feng Dakang struggling inside.
The owner of the salt pond happened to be in the crowd. He ran out angrily and said, "Feng Dakang, why are you staying up in the middle of the night and coming to my salt field?"
Feng Dakang screamed and stretched out his hand from the pool and said: "I, I, I wanted to put some sea water in before dawn to dry the salt. Who knew it was too dark and I couldn't see clearly. I accidentally fell it. My My foot was cut by a stone, it hurts me so much, please come down quickly and save me."
After listening to what Feng Dakang said, the villagers noticed that his leg was still bleeding. Under the illumination of the flashlight, they found that there were many blood stains in the pool. The owner of the salt pool suddenly became unhappy, with a stern look on his face. He complained: "I said you couldn't fall, but you fell into the pond at my house, and you bled so much, and ruined my whole pond of salt. This is because I worked so hard during the day, and it was already dawn. It's time to take it away, it's better now, you ruined it all, Feng Dakang, please pay for my salt."
Feng Guoqiang heard what he said was outrageous, so he stopped him in time and said: "Okay, we are all from the village, don't care too much about it, just dry it again after the salt is gone. Didn't you see that his legs are still there?" Is it bleeding? Rescue the person first. What if someone is injured? You two, go down with me and pull him up."
Feng Guoqiang jumped into the pool and dragged Feng Dakang to the shore in a few moments. He found that Feng Dakang's face was pale in pain and his whole body was still shaking. He opened Feng Dakang's trouser leg and saw that the wound was indeed serious. It was so deep that you could even see the bones, and blood was still pouring out, making it look a bit miserable.
The salt water had penetrated into Feng Dakang's wound. He couldn't bear it anymore. He rolled on the ground in pain and wailed: "Save me quickly and send me to Aunt Six. I'm about to die." died."
Feng Guoqiang rolled his eyes angrily, thinking that Feng Dakang is really a weakling. Such a small injury can mean life or death. He has seen many more serious wounds than this on the battlefield, and his comrades have not all He still charged into battle. If everyone was like Feng Dakang, the country would be doomed. Although he complained very rudely in his heart, for the sake of his fellow villagers, he was still carried to the health station in the village and dumped. It doesn't matter where he is, his wife will take care of him anyway.
The people in the village walked back, and some people complained: "This Feng Dakang, why haven't I seen him so diligent in normal times? The sun really came out from the west, and he actually went to work in the salt fields in the middle of the night, and even broke himself into pieces. I've seen stupid people like that, but I've never seen anyone as stupid as him."
The villager next to him said sleepily: "Whatever, let's go back to bed quickly. We have to get up early to work tomorrow. My watermelons are about to ripen. If we finish the work in the fields early, we can If you make money early, who has the spare time to take care of Feng Dakang's affairs?"
The people in the village think it makes sense. If they have this time to mind their own business, they might as well sleep more and build up enough strength to do the work well in the fields. That is a major matter that affects whether they can make money. Thinking of it, Arriving here, the villagers quickened their pace and rushed home to take a nap.
Feng Yimin also returned to his home in the dark. He also has a lot of work to do tomorrow. Another advantage of household quota is that he, the village chief, no longer has to worry about the farm work in the village. Under the stimulation of money, the villagers will naturally If he can do the farm work well by himself, he does not need to be urged by the village chief. He can just have free time to take care of his own fields.
When he returned home, Old Man Feng was the only one waiting for him in the main room. When he saw him, he asked, "What happened?"
Feng Yimin shook his head and said: "It's no big deal. It's just that idiot Feng Dakang who ran into the salt field to put seawater in to dry the salt. As a result, he fell down in the middle of the night. We have already carried him to the health station. Aunt Six He said he can't die, dad, ignore him and go back to rest quickly."
After hearing this, Old Man Feng didn't say anything. He just nodded to his eldest son and walked slowly back to his room. Feng Yimin turned off the lights in the hall and went back to sleep. Now, the village slowly regained its tranquility. Mengmeng lay on the small bed with half-closed eyes, seemed to smile slightly, turned over and fell into a deep sleep. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com)??, the village slowly returned to peace. Mengmeng lay on the small bed with her eyes half-closed. She seemed to smile slightly, turned over and fell asleep deeply. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com