Morrie's face immediately became gloomy, she turned around and looked at the man who had been squatting on the ground and said, "Your root, what are you doing when you squat? Come here!"

After hearing this, Wu Yougen quickly stood up and walked over. Morri was staring at him: "Why did you want to fetch water first? Didn't I say it? This year, this year, all the wells in the village have dried up, and there is still a little water in the pond at the entrance of the village. There are many people in the village, and everyone is queuing up, and each person can only fetch one load of water at a time! Why don't you listen?"

Wu Yougen lowered his head: "Huai Xiang said that the vegetables in the vegetable fields in our backyard are all yellow. If you don't water them, you will die..."

A villager yelled angrily: "Only our family has drinks, but you fetch water to water the vegetables! And you have to pick them first. Do you think you should be cooked?"

Wu Yougen muttered: "It's the bottom of the pool. It's my turn, there's no water..."

Zhuang Hui lay on the ground and listened for a long time before he understood the whole story. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, looked through the crowd, and looked into the distance. He saw layers of terraced fields planted with rice. However, the rice was sparse and it was logical that it was time to head, and it should be golden yellow, but most of the rice seedlings were dry, as if they were just a little fire. Obviously, there was no water in the rice fields. The crops were really not growing well.

His hands touched the ground again, and the dust was covered with dust, like dust, without any moisture.

This drought is really awesome.

He thought again that the voice said that he was traveling through the parallel world, and various natural disasters and man-made disasters were happening, and they would go to destruction. - The drought in front of him is one of these natural disasters and man-made disasters?

Where is the police car?

The voice said that the police car is the only chance to escape from this world that is about to be destroyed. Only by finding it can you leave, but where is the police car?

He looked around and looked across the crowd's legs. There was no police car around, nor anything from modern society.

At this time, after Uncle You checked, he found that there were five people swinging hoes at that time, including his daughter Mo Huaixiang. His face looked even worse, and he ordered them to take all the hoes for him to see.

Five hoes were placed in front of Uncle You one by one. He looked at them and found no clues. He said, "In theory, Mr. Gu's head was already bloody at the back of his head. He should have left blood on the hoe. Why didn't it? Could it be that it was not made with a hoe, but a brick or something?"

Mo Huaixiang said: "No, it must be a hoe! Because when fighting, we used hoes, but we didn't use bricks."

"Did anyone see who beat Mr. Gu?"

"It was a mess at that time," Mo Huaixiang muttered, "They four hit me one. I didn't care about anything else. When I found out that my husband was injured and lying on the ground, I quickly said don't hit me. They stopped after they died. I don't know who was injured."

Everyone said that they only saw Mr. Gu trying desperately to persuade them, and then they were on the ground, with a lot of blood coming out of their heads, but they didn't see clearly who injured Mr. Gu.

After repeated interrogation for a long time, I still couldn't find out who injured Zhuang Hui's corpse and resurrected the man. Uncle You thought for a while and said, "Okay, you five are fighting, and you don't listen to you to persuade you to fight. Logically speaking, you should be sent to the yamen to punish you!"

"Don't, Uncle Mo!" A man almost knelt down, "If I go to the prison, I'm about to have an autumn harvest, what should I do if the rice in the field is rotten in the field, and the whole family will starve to death!"

"How much harvest will be like this when a drought is like this? Will you not starve to death if you collect it?" An old man onlooker muttered.

The man immediately turned around and said, "Jiber, that's not what he said. If you harvest rice, you can always survive for a few days, right?"

"Okay!" Morri was interrupting him, "I won't catch you for the time being until the real murderer is found. However, you have to compensate Mr. Gu for his losses in medicine!"

"Compensation! We pay!" The four people involved in the fight with hoes quickly agreed.

"Okay! You four, plus my Huaixiang, each one will compensate Mr. Gu for two dou of rice! If anyone doesn't give it, I will tie him up and send him to the county government for punishment!"

Zhuang Hui studied traditional Chinese medicine and was very familiar with the dosage units in ancient China. He knew that these two dou of rice were about twenty-four kilograms, which was almost enough for one person to eat for a month.

When he heard this, the four people involved in the fight said with a sad face: "Li Zheng, it is logical that the teacher was injured because of compensation. Even if it was not me who injured him, we should still pay. Who can't tell who was the one who beat him? But each person had two dou of rice, and it would be fine if it was autumn after autumn, but now when the green and yellow are not allowed to take it, we really can't take it out!"

Another said: "Yes! Our family has been out of food for more than ten days, and they are all counting on their children to go up the mountain to pick ferns and shepherd's purse and come back for food."

"Yes! So are my family. I started eating shepherd's purse a month ago." said another child who participated in the fight.

The last man who fought blushed and said, "Although our family still has some food, it is probably enough for two or three days at most, and it will be finished after eating! It is definitely not enough for two dou. Plus shepherd's purse is OK..."

Mo Huaixiang said angrily: "Who wants your shepherd's purse? Mr. Gu is the only one in our village. He is a scholar who has taken the exam and a literati! Can you compare with you mud legs? Can you eat wild vegetables like you? If Mr. Gu had not been injured before, we would not care what you eat. However, this time, we accidentally injured Mr. Gu, and he was recovering from his injuries, so he could not eat shepherd's purse anymore."

The wife of Sanzhuzi who participated in the fight muttered: "Do you have food in your family? Of course you don't care!"

Mo Huaixiang glared and said, "My family's food didn't fall from the sky! After you finished eating, why are you jealous of our family's food?"

Sanzhuzi's wife's eyes flashed: "I'm not jealous either. Didn't you say you can't give shepherd's purse? I just said, don't your family have ready-made rice? Our family only has shepherd's purse. Otherwise, you can cushion us first, and we will pay it back to you when the autumn harvest comes."

"Okay!" Mo Huaixiang was very happy. After agreeing, she felt that her father was here. She agreed directly and turned around and said to her father: "Dad, do you think it's OK?"

"That's all." Mori was nodding and said to Ning Sanmei and her daughter Mo Huaixiang: "Let's go back and send the food to the teacher. The teacher is seriously injured. During the period of recovery, you and Huaixiang take turns to take care of the teacher."

The two girls agreed quickly.

Morrie was glaring at the four who were involved in the fight and said sternly: "You four, come to my house later and put a picture on my account! The autumn harvest must be returned!"

The four men and their daughter-in-law hurriedly bowed and agreed.

While talking, Dagui and Ergui, who ran back to the village to unload the door panel, came back with the door panel. Everyone put him face down on the door panel, and several people carried him to the village. Ning Sanmei accompanied him.

On the way, a few children watched the fun, chattering like little sparrows.

Zhuang Hui faces the village, so you can see the village. This is an extremely ordinary small mountain village, located under a small hillside. There are about a hundred families sparsely, almost all of them are stilt houses.

The roads in the village are uneven. It seems that they have been built with stones before, but over time, the sun and rain are exposed to the ground, and the door panels are constantly bumping. Ning Sanmei, who was following Zhuang Hui, kept shouting: "Slow down! Be careful! The sir is injured, it hurts!"

Finally, the door panel stopped under a stilt stairs. The leader Dagui said, "The stairs are steep, so I can't get up the door panel!"

Ning Sanmei immediately said, "I'll carry it, who can help me get it!" Mo Huaixiang came over immediately and helped Zhuang Hui sit on the door panel. Ning Sanmei turned around and asked Zhuang Hui to lie gently on her back, pulling her hands off her shoulders. Ning Sanmei held Zhuang Hui's butt with both hands, and with the careful voice of everyone, with the help of Mo Huaixiang, she began to climb up the stilt building step by step on the steep stairs.

Zhuang Hui was unwilling to let a woman carry her upstairs, but he felt that he had no strength at all. The pain in the back of his head began to attack him in waves. He could only obey the arrangements.

Finally, Ning Sanmei carried Zhuang Hui onto the stilt house. The others followed him upstairs.

These people walked through the corridor, and the wooden boards under their feet made various strange creaking sounds. Ning Sanmei carried Zhuang Hui to the middle of the upper room. There was a relatively wide hall with a door on the side of the front. Mo Huaixiang rushed forward and opened the door. Ning Sanmei carried Zhuang Hui in.

The room was very dark, with only a window the size of a basin that penetrated light. It seemed like a kitchen, but it was large, and most of it was a wooden fire shop with knee-high wooden boards. There was a square fire shop in the middle, but no fire was created. Above the fire shop, a painted iron cauldron was hung in a painted iron cauldron.

Ning Sanmei turned around and squatted down, slowly set fire to Zhuang Hui's butt on the side, and said to Mo Huaixiang: "Sister Huaixiang, help me help me."

Mo Huaixiang stepped on the fire shop, knelt down, and supported Zhuang Hui. Ning Sanmei jumped onto the fire shop quickly, spread out a bed in the corner of the wall, spread it flat, and then came over to support Zhuang Hui. Mo Huaixiang had already pushed Zhuang Hui horizontally, walked to the bedside, and carefully put him down.

Zhuang Hui murmured: "Thank you!"

Mo Huaixiang's pretty face was filled with guilt: "You can't say that, sir, we accidentally hurt you when we fought and I feel so unbearable. If you say that, then we have to find a crack in the ground to get into it."
Chapter completed!