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The scorching sun hung high in the sky, and there was not even a trace of wind. It was so hot that the entire land was like a huge steamer. It was difficult to see through.

It had not rained for a long time, not for a month, not for two months, but for half a year, or perhaps even a year. You see, the original black land has turned red.

The sky was red, and so was the entire ground. It was like one's eyes could see that everything in the world was accompanied by the word 'moral'. It was so red that it would cause one's hair to stand on end.

Most of the crops in the field were dead, and those who were still alive drooped their heads dispiritedly without a trace of spirit. As far as the eye could see, all that was left was the cracked Tian Mo, a thousand miles away. There wasn't even a little bit of business.

A gust of wind blew over, bringing with it a fiery heat that caused one to feel uncomfortable.

At a tea shop where several people were drinking tea. But even though it was a teahouse, there wasn't much water in the water tank.

On the wall, there was a yellow notice.

"This is a completely desolate year!" Old Zhao and the bee stung his eyes and said, "Natural and man-made disasters." There's an 80% chance that we won't be able to survive this. "

"Humph!" Bai Jiu didn't seem to be very energetic, even his words were a little reluctant to say much. "If you can't be angry, you won't dig a hole and bury yourself alive …" If you die, you will be a piece of cake. "It's a pity that the meat on this body is so cheap for those wild dogs."

"Chi!" Who taught you to say that! " Zhao Lao Qi mocked himself. He picked up the teacup in front of him and drank it 'repeatedly'. He then smacked his lips and realized that there was only tea and no water in the teacup. He shouted, "Damn it... Mao Jian'er — Mao Ji! You little rascal … Bring some tea! "

Mao Ying'er walked over. It was a young man of sixteen or seventeen, bare-chested and bare-legged, with a big, thin belly. He looked malnourished.

Mao Ying'er was holding a large copper kettle in his hands. The kettle was big enough, but there was no water.

"Grandpa, please forgive me …" Mao Ya'er held up the empty pot and grinned. The following words were omitted.

"Hah!" Old Zhao Seven's eyes were wide open as he shouted, "There's no water? The people who opened the teahouse didn't sell tea, but that was a f * cking new thing. "Brat, you have to tell me clearly, or else …"

"Or what?" Master Bai Jiu sat up from the reclining chair and continued, "He's around sixty years old and as thin as a roasted chicken! What else can you do! Don't be so f * cking unsatisfied. " Bai Jiu shook his small, sweat-soaked silk jacket, exposing two rows of ribs. "Didn't you take a look? Did you not see such a big word?"

Only then did Old Zhao and the Seventh Brother see what was going on. Isn't it? On the yellow paper, there were black words clearly written: "The market is closed in desolate year."

"This... "This..." The face with the surname Zhao didn't look very good. "It should have been glued there. Why didn't I see it earlier? "

"It has been pasted since a long time ago." "Mao Xian`er said with a smile on his face." However, since the old customer had come, he couldn't not take care of him. Earlier, it was a hole without a well. Now, there was only a hole left in it. There's not enough water. "

The waiter smashed the teapot until it made a 'hualala' sound, bared his teeth, and said with a smile, "The shopkeeper said that the tea fees for the three of you are free of charge. It could be considered a gift from the store. The guests are not here! "

"What are you saying? Manager Li is too polite. You can leave now." Bai Jiu waved his hand at the waiter, and Mao Ying'er got down.

The three of them. Naturally, there was one more.

Bai Jiu and Old Zhao could not help but notice the large tea table. There were only two people there, and other than Bai and Zhao, there was another person — this person could not be considered an outsider. It turned out that they were acquainted with Mr. Wu.

Everyone who knew him called him that. His surname was Guan. He went by the surname of Wu after he arrived here. People called him Mr. Guan because he came from the inner circle. But now, his surname was Wu. The refugees had all left, but he refused to return. He stayed here.

He was young, and he was also handsome. He could also write poems and was said to be a scholar. After some discussion, he decided that talented people were rare. However, the person here who needed this kind of person kept him here. Recently, the Mai family Ancestral Hall surnamed Wu had set up a library, which was worthy of its name as a teacher and began to teach students.

Scholars were respected wherever they went, so Mr. Wu could not be denied staying here.

Mr. Wu was writing with his right hand hanging on his white silk jacket. It was written as a "Karma on Karma" and was written as a small book with the head of a flyfly. (1) (2) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) (3) He did not hesitate and was very capable. This was one of the benevolent deeds he had promised Monk Yun from the Cloudburst Temple, which was located near the stone mountain. A handwritten copy of "Karma, Sang Sui Lu Lu", let Mr. Wu write for a month is not complete.

Coincidentally, the owner of the teahouse, Manager Li, happened to be a Buddhist monk. He often walked into the teahouse and naturally became Mr. Wu's friend. So, when there's nothing to do, Mr Wu likes to walk around the king's place. Master Bai Nine walked to Mr Wu's side with his octagonal steps and looked down at the scripture he had copied. For a moment, we could not stop talking, "Hey! There really is you! These small words are even more neat than the Emperor's paper. It's such a hot day, it's really hard for you! "

"I'm flattered." As Mr Wu spoke, he lowered his head and continued writing: "Even if there is nothing to do, it is just a good time to write."

Seventh Master was the steward of the Bai Clan, and the Bai Clan was the richest man in the "Chu Huai" area. Probably because he was with this distant relative, so his surname was Bai as well, and he had a little bit of ink in his stomach. As the saying goes, appreciate and appreciate each other, and especially admire Mr. Wu.

"Sigh!" The weather. "Yah!" Master Bai Jiu bitterly said, "If the drought continues, no one will be able to hold on."

"You dare …" The next to speak was Manager Ji, a chubby yellow man with a large banana fan.

"Ninth Elder, I don't know if you have heard, but Ying Prefecture is even more powerful." There were thousands of them, and the people who came this morning said the children had all been killed and eaten. A man eats a man... "What world is this?"

Bai Jiu's mouth was gaping wide open, unable to close it for a long time. Where did this come from? Sky Disaster … Human disaster... How would he live his days from now on? His Excellency Wang was a court official who had returned to his hometown. Since he had met with trouble, who could avoid it? Good heavens … "I'll go back and discuss it with my boss …"

Old Zhao and Old Seven said with their eyes wide open, "It's time for Uncle Bai to show himself." The fire is going to burn our eyebrows. If we don't think of a way, we won't be able to live! "

Bai Jiu left as soon as he said so. He put on his clothes, clasped his hands at Keeper Ji and Mister Wu with an ashen face, then left in a hurry.

Seven brother Zhao stared at the back of Ninth Master Bai with his fiery red eyes and shook his head, saying, "If there is a ruckus, the Bai Clan will be the first to fall out. If I don't go to them, who will I go to? "

Manager Ji straightened his belly and said, "It's hard to say. The ancients were right: there could not be a perfect egg under the cover of nesting. Sky Disaster was already unavoidable, and adding on the trouble … Hehe! "How do you live your life?"

Seven Zhao felt sore on his neck. "In that case, let's pack up and run!"

"Run!" "Where are you going?" Fatty Chou said with a wry smile, "Luzhou? Meng City? Dingyuan? This place is even worse than this, and he's still running over here! He was afraid that he would be caught and killed on the way! "Hurry up and give up on that idea!"

Old Zhao and Old Seven said with a blank face, "Look at how you said it, you can only wait for death?"

"One movement is better than one silence. Just hide here. "

Manager Ji laughed coldly and continued, "If you ask me, the Bai Clan won't be afraid then. We're the ones who are the most worrisome!"

"Why?"

"You still don't know?" "First, he has money and power, the government protects them, and second, who doesn't know of Miss Bai's abilities?" "I heard that they had a full set of martial arts skills in the Nine Flower Mountain, and they have many family members. There are more than ten of them, and they are just a dozen. Who would dare to touch such a big nail for a bandit in the Jianghua Mountains?"

Zhao Laoqi nodded and said, "That's Luo …" "That's why our family relied on the Bai family's big …"

Before he could finish his words, he heard loud footsteps coming from outside.

Ji, Zhao, and Bai couldn't help but look over.

On the cracked fields, large numbers of hungry people were fleeing and slowly moving along with their elders and children. Across a field of dry fields, someone had hoisted up elms from the fields and eaten the half-dead leaves. Some people rushed to the long dead wheat field and grabbed the dead ears of the demon.

An old lady rushed out of the wheat field like a dog and blew the wheat in her hands. She rubbed half a handful of black wheat powder into the mouth of her grandson, who was so small and withered, bare-bottomed, with no four doses of meat on his body. Yet, he was dragging a big belly that did not match his figure.

Looking at the sea of people that were trying to flee, everyone's heart ached.

There were cries everywhere.

Everywhere was a scene of suffering. The sky was bleeding, people were bleeding, and even their hearts were bleeding.

The sky was red. The earth was red. With such a hazy appearance, all that was left of one's senses was numbness and depravity.

Mr. Wu walked out of the main house, and Master Bai sent him to the door. He clasped his hands and said, "Many thanks!" Thank you! If it wasn't for Mister's help, the three of us wouldn't have been able to settle these debts! Our old master has something else to ask for mister's guidance, so please call the parlour for tea. "

Mr. Wu smiled faintly as he clasped his hands to bid farewell to Master Bai. A errand boy had long stepped forward and said, "Master Wu, this way please!"

The Bai Clan was the richest man in Huai County at the time, so they had a huge and luxurious residence.

Mr. Wu followed the errand boy through the hall and into the backyard of the Flower Hall.

In the middle of the walk was a servant of a Warlock who was practicing martial arts with a master. He brandished his sword and brandished his staff, causing the sounds of metal clashing to echo in the air. He looked like a great enemy.