American Farmers: Facing a Cutoff at the Start

"Fett, what do we do? We can't just shoot him, can we?" Leila covered her nose, looking through the car window at the figure still huffing and puffing at his evil deeds, her voice trembling with anger.

"Shoot him? Won't we go to jail?"

Fett sneered, the veins on his hands gripping the steering wheel bulging, and a dangerous glint in his eyes:

"Since he's shameless, then we don't need to worry about neighborly relations anymore."

"Let's go! We'll meet him head-on! I have plenty of ways to deal with him!"

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly slammed on the gas.

"boom--"

Old Pikachu roared as it charged out of the bushes like a wild beast awakening.

Fett calculated the distance and angle precisely, parked the old pickup truck directly behind the old Johnny, and suddenly turned on the blazing high beams!

"brush!"

Two blinding beams of light pierced the darkness like swords, instantly exposing old Johnny and the truckload of disgusting pig excrement to the light of day.

At the same time, Fett suddenly opened the car door, holding his phone steadily in his left hand, and turned on the recording mode.

Having experienced the era of self-media, he understands this principle well.

"Everyone, come and see!"

"This is our good neighbor in Eudora, old Johnny!"

"In the middle of the night, instead of sleeping, they're out on the highway doing good deeds, fertilizing the asphalt!"

He recorded and narrated simultaneously, his voice loud and clear, audible even amidst the roar of the engine:

"Look at this truckload of pig manure! If someone drives over here tomorrow, won't both the driver and the car stink?"

"I let it slide yesterday when you cut down trees to block the road, but you've only become more ungrateful and resorted to this underhanded trick!"

"I'm asking you! What good does this do you?"

Under the bright light, old Johnny was so blinded that he covered his face in panic, and the shovel in his hand clattered onto the car.

He clearly didn't expect to be caught red-handed, and his first reaction was to run!

He jumped out of the car and scrambled to get into the driver's seat, trying to escape.

"Bang!"

A loud gunshot rang out in the silent night.

Fett raised the double-barreled shotgun with one hand and fired a shot into the dark sky!

At this moment, wisps of smoke were still rising from the muzzle of the gun.

This completely terrified Johnny.

His legs went weak, and before he could even touch the car door handle, he lost his balance and landed hard on his bottom on a pile of fresh, warm pig manure on the ground.

"stop!"

Fett still held his phone, steadily aiming it at old Johnny in the pig manure.

"Uncle Johnny, you were cushioned by pig poop, so you didn't hurt yourself, did you?"

"Why are you running away? You haven't finished your good deed yet!"

"Now, immediately, right now! Clean up all the pig manure on the road! Not a single scrap left!"

He shook his phone, the screen's light illuminating his ambiguous, half-smiling face:

"Otherwise, I'll not only call the police, but I'll also post your glorious image online!"

"Let the whole of Arkansas see for yourselves, have you no shame?!"

Old Johnny sat in that sticky pile of pig manure, his hands instinctively trying to push himself up.

As a result, his hand slipped and he fell heavily back, splashing a few slippery black specks onto his face.

"No! Don't send it! Please don't send it!"

"Fett! We're neighbors!"

"Please let me go!"

He shakily raised his dirty hand to shield his face, as if afraid of being clearly photographed, his voice trembling with tears:

"I'll clear myself! I'll clear myself right now!"

"Please, delete the video! If this gets out, how can I ever stay in Eudora again?"

Fett was too lazy to waste words with him:

"You can talk about it after you've cleaned it up. Anyway, if you see even the slightest thing that shouldn't be on this road before tomorrow morning, this video will appear on YouTube and Facebook. I've already thought of the title."

"Let's call it—"

"Shocking! Why is pig poop falling on the highway? Why are there strange noises coming from the highway in the middle of the night? Why would a good neighbor do such a thing?"

"What do you think of this topic? Is it appealing enough?"

"That's all for now, I'm leaving."

Goodbye, Uncle Johnny!

"Take your time with your work!"

After saying that, he ignored old Johnny's pleas, picked up his gun, turned around and got into the driver's seat with a flourish.

"boom--"

The old pickup truck turned around and sped away, leaving old Johnny alone in the cold wind, looking at the pile of pig manure with a sense of wanting to cry but having no tears.

In the car, Leila kept turning to look at Fett, her eyes sparkling, as if she were seeing him for the first time.

"What's wrong? Is there pig poop on my face?"

Fett felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze and touched his face.

"no."

Leila shook her head, a smile involuntarily creeping onto her lips, her voice filled with undisguised excitement and admiration:

"Fett, what you just did was absolutely cool!"

"You're so naughty, but I love it!"

Fett smiled but didn't say anything, only tightening his grip on the steering wheel slightly.

The car sped along and quickly delivered Leila to her doorstep.

"I have arrived."

Leila unbuckled her seatbelt but did not get out of the car immediately.

She turned around, looked at Fett, and her eyes gleamed with a certain light: "See you tomorrow, Fett."

"See you tomorrow. Get some rest. Tomorrow's the weekend, I'll probably be super busy."

"Okay, I'll go back to sleep."

Leila pursed her lips, then suddenly leaned in and gave Fett a quick peck on the cheek. Then, as if she'd done something wrong, she pushed open the car door and ran away.

Goodnight, Fett!

Sweet dreams!

Watching Leila go inside, warm yellow light shone through the window. Fett touched his still slightly damp cheeks before turning the car around and heading home.

Having resolved a worry, Fett slept soundly.

However, I had a wonderful dream; it was a brightly lit classroom.

Lina stood on the podium dressed in a smart business suit, stockings and high heels, holding a pointer in her hand, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, with a serious expression and an intellectual look in her eyes.

And Leila, wearing that familiar knit sweater, was sitting next to him.

She lay on the table, her face flushed, and secretly took his hand under the table, slowly pulling his palm into her arms, sinking deeply into his softness.

"call----"

The next morning, Fett opened his eyes and woke up with a start.

He was panting heavily, staring at the ceiling, and it took him a long time to come to his senses.

I was so repressed that I had this kind of dream.

Fett chuckled self-deprecatingly, threw off the covers, quickly got dressed, and prepared for what was destined to be a busy weekend.

As soon as I opened the door, the familiar rumble of a pickup truck came from the yard.

Old Frank and Roy had returned from their patrol, both with relaxed smiles on their faces, clearly having had a smooth journey.