In the morning, the second brother sat on the bench in a daze, originally about a few partners to go out to play, the father last night greeted the whole family to plant sweet potatoes, the second brother is very lost. This will make the mother and sister make breakfast, and the father will pack up the things to grow sweet potatoes. Hot corn zhen, viscous can be directly provoked with chopsticks, sour yellow cabbage mother added some hot oil today, more fragrant than usual, cornmeal steamed bun is still delicious, if it is cold, it is hard and stone-like. After finishing the meal, my mother boiled some boiling water and held it in a jar, ready to be drunk in the field. Small hammers, a pair of buckets, flat shoulders, a large cage of sweet potato seedlings bought from the market yesterday, a water tank for drinking water, neatly arranged.
Generally the water is pulled with gasoline barrels, and my family's land is close to the pond, about 300 meters, so it is picked with a flat shoulder. Three ridges, two ground beams, sweet potatoes are planted on the ground beams, and other things are planted in the field in the middle of the beams. It was late spring, the sky was already a little hot, the father took off his coat, carrying a cage of sweet potato seedlings to put a pile at a distance, the sister dug a pit, and the second brother reluctantly picked up the bucket and walked to the pond. My father placed the sweet potato seedlings, the mother took the water tank, a nest of water, the rest of the work is mine, kneeling on one leg, two small hands to close the soil next to it, help the sweet potato seedlings, okay. In the whole process, only the second brother rested for a long time and ran out of water before picking.
After a while, they were all sweating, of course, I was the most miserable, covered with soil, a touch of sweat, into a flower face, carrying water back to sit next to the second brother playfully looked at me and laughed, turned his head, and laughed. My mother came over with a towel and wiped my head for a while, revealing a small red face. Looking back at a sweet potato seedling that swayed gently in the breeze, I was quite proud. Finally the father said to take a break, the mother went to the ground to bring a water jug, poured water to drink, the second brother rushed over, took a sip, and exclaimed; there was sugar. I jumped up and ran over, and the brothers and sisters drank half a cup, and my father, mother, and sister took a few sips. It's so sweet, and it has strength in an instant. I still don't know where my mother hid the sugar, although the brothers tried hard to find it, but in the end they couldn't find it. Later, when I grew up, I asked my mother where the sugar was hidden, and my mother smiled and said she had forgotten.
When she began to plant the second beam, the sister wanted to change the second brother to carry water, but was stopped by her father, who jumped into the bucket and walked toward the pond. Indeed, the second brother was already tired and faltering. At noon, the stomach began to grumble, and there was still a third of it to be planted, and the mother came over and said, hold on, and it will be over in a while, and go back to making pot noodles at noon. As soon as they heard the pot noodles, like a cardiotonic agent, the brothers began to sprinkle joy again. It was more than two o'clock in the afternoon when I went home to eat, and the cornmeal and wheat noodles made by my mother were very fragrant and fragrant, and the second brother ate three bowls, and I ate two bowls.
That autumn, the sweet potatoes sold for more than fifty dollars, and the family was very happy. My father bought a villain book for my brothers and sisters, and then told my mother to pull a flower cloth and make a dress for my sister.
The years have passed, the times have passed, but those days are always reminiscent, very sweet!
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