Great Power Technology.

Chapter 325 The Only Life

"Ricksh!"

The first person who walked in the door was a middle-aged man with a swollen face. His name was Jumark, and he was the captain of the so-called "Farmers United Team". The first food that did not belong to him.

After seeing his face, Reksh's heart skipped a beat, but he still maintained a limp posture, and replied weakly:

"Jumak"

Jumark stepped forward, frowned and glanced at the potatoes in Ricksh's hand, and asked:
"This is your dinner? Where's your food?"

Ricksh shook his head and replied:

"I only have this and this is the last one. If I can't buy food tomorrow, I can only leave here and go to Nabela's mother."

"She has returned to Haryana, and I heard that there is still a lot of food to buy there."

"Don't lie! I know they haven't left! Where is your food? Why don't you join our operation?!"

Zhumark interrupted Ricksh sharply, stretched out his hand to pick up his collar, and slashed his neck with the machete in his hand threateningly.

And the blade of this knife is still stained with blood that does not know who it belongs to.

Rekesh's spirit was already extremely tense, but at this moment, as if possessed by a god, his expression did not change at all.

"I'm really out of food. If I had, I wouldn't have followed you to rob Oma in the first place. He shouldn't die. I shouldn't eat this potato. But I can't help it. Oma"

Tears welled up in Rikesh's eyes, tears that were completely sincere, but in Jumak's view, they were nothing more than a semblance of cowardice and hypocrisy.

"Put your tears away! Don't try to fool me. I already have enough evidence to prove your crime. You are hiding food!"

Hide food?

Hearing this word, Rikesh suddenly felt an indescribable sense of absurdity.

What do you mean, hiding food?
Those foods are all his hard work in exchange for cultivating the land. Is it something that belongs to him, is it also called private possession?

However, the current him could not refute, and just continued to cry while answering:

"I wish I had some food! If I did, maybe Omar wouldn't have to die. His son Vosa also harvested the wheat for me"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Rikesh's performance finally made Zhumark lose his patience. He let go of the hand that was choking the other party's neck, and then punched Rikesh in the face. He fell to the ground.

"Search for me! Turn his house upside down! I can't believe he has no food at all!"

"His wheat has been sold for so much money, but I have never seen him spend any money. There must be something wrong!"

"...my money has been taken by Nabella"

While talking, Ricksh picked up half a potato that fell on the ground, wiped off the dirt on it, and carefully stuffed it into his mouth.

Seeing his movement, Jumak frowned.

He was a little puzzled, obviously he had received news that Rikesh's family had enough food, but judging from the current situation, it seemed that he was indeed starving.

His complexion was sallow, his legs were swollen, and his eyes were sunken.

And the half of the potato he ate seemed to have been snatched from someone else's house with him a few days ago.

Did Nabelle really take all his money?
But why?

In his impression, Ricksh is indeed a very good person to his wife. In this village where women's status is low, his way of getting along with his wife is completely different.

He never even hit his own wife!

In his opinion, this is almost unimaginable.

So, it seems reasonable for a man who has never beaten his wife to give all his money to his wife and let her go to his biological mother in another state?

Jumark looked at Ricksh with suspicious eyes again, trying to find a loophole in the other party's expression and movements, but unfortunately, he did not find any loopholes.

At this time, the team he led had turned Ricksh's house upside down, and they found no evidence of food except for a plate that Ricksh had used before.

Jumak sighed, walked up to Reksh again and squatted down, and then deliberately asked in a gentle tone:
"Rikesh, I can give you one last chance now. Answer me, do you still have food?"

"If you tell the truth now, I promise you and your family will be absolutely safe—even, I won't take all your food."

"How about I'll leave enough for you to live on until the next wheat harvest?"

Rikesh's eyes didn't fluctuate, he looked at Jumak coldly and desolately, and didn't speak.

His answer was fully expressed in his eyes.

Zhumark pushed him to the ground anxiously, and walked around the yard again, but it was in this circle that he seemed to have discovered the problem.

There is a piece of ground under his feet that is softer than the surrounding ground.

His expression changed slightly, but before he could tell the people around him, Ricksh had already noticed his movements.

At this moment, time almost stood still.

Everyone's movements became extremely slow, and all the characters, scenes, and objects became blurred in Rekesh's eyes, but one thing jumped into his sight extremely clearly.

ax.

This is probably the time for it to play a role.

Rikesh breathed violently, his chest was filled with air, and before everyone could react, he grabbed the ax in his hand, jumped up suddenly, and slashed down with the ax!
Jumark's head was instantly split in half.

The rest of the people watched this scene in astonishment, blood was splashed on the ground, Ricksh looked around, and those people involuntarily backed away.

However, such deterrence lasted less than half a minute.

The first person in the crowd threw a rock in his hand at Ricksh, followed by a second, a third
Rekesh swung an ax and rushed out the door, and the crowd chased after him.

They are just ordinary peasants—they don’t know what it means to be king or loser, and in such a short period of time, they can’t figure out the rule that "the one who kills the big brother can become the new big brother". What they want to do is just Get rid of the perpetrator in front of you.

Then, they did.

After running less than 300 meters, at a fork in the road, Ricksh finally lost his strength and fell to the ground. Then, his body was almost cut into pieces by the machetes.

Blood stained the ground.

The new leader of the team who swung the knife at Rikesh for the first time watched this scene with satisfaction, waved his hand to signal everyone to follow him, and walked to the next farmer.

During the new entry process, a younger brother asked:
"What about Jumak's body?"

The leader frowned and replied:

"Set it on fire and burn it!"

Half an hour later, a raging flame ignited in the yard of Ricksh's house.

In this August, when the wheat has just been harvested, there will be no shortage of fire starters in any farmer's home.

The fire burned bigger and bigger, and even the adobe walls of the house were baked red and gradually began to collapse.

The fire didn't go out until midnight, and Jumak's body was almost burned to ashes, but those who were once led by him didn't want to look at him at all.
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If someone is willing to collect his body, this person may have some unexpected discoveries.

Because, just below his body, in that hidden cellar, there was something else.

Bags of potatoes baked at high temperature, browned flour, white bread that crumbles into powder when touched, half a leg of lamb exuding the aroma of barbecue, and apples that are shriveled and completely lost their shape
And, the bodies of two women.

Nabella, Ricksh's wife.

Geshma, daughter of Reksh.

On this night, the three of them died together in an extremely absurd way.

And the things they desperately wanted to protect, whether it was food, the reliance for survival, or the unattainable future that Gesma once wanted so much, have all been wiped out.

And, no one cares.

When the residual heat of the flames was completely extinguished, in a corner of the small courtyard that was not affected by the flames, a potato was stubbornly poking out its sprouts from the ground.

In this silent night, it is the only life in this yard.

(End of this chapter)