My parents were authentic farmers.
20 years ago, our family planted a lot of turnips to sell.
Every afternoon, my brother and I started pulling turnips out of the field, cutting the leaves, washing them and packing them in snakeskin bags.
There is a hand-pulled wooden cart at home, and every day at three o'clock in the morning, Mom and Dad start to leave. Pull six or seven hundred pounds of turnips and go to the wholesale market 15 kilometers away to sell.
In the middle of the night in winter, the weather was cold.
Mom and Dad pull hundreds of pounds of turnips, uphill to run quickly, to let the car have the inertia of rushing forward, in order to climb to the top of the slope. Take a break at the top of the slope and run downhill. Because this kind of car has no brakes, you have to run quickly.
If you really can't run, you can only lift the front of the car and let the rear of the car drag on the ground to reduce the speed of the decline.
That night, it rained lightly. In order not to waste the hundreds of pounds of turnips, mom and dad braved the rain and pulled the radishes to sell as usual. Dad said that it may be because there are fewer people who come to sell it because it rains, and the radish is sold at a good price, two cents a pound, and the income is more than 100 yuan. (Usually the cheapest sold for 6 cents a pound)
Dad was very happy and took His Mother to a breakfast restaurant, and Mom ordered a bowl of lean meat slice porridge for 2 yuan. This was the first time in her life that my mother went to a restaurant for breakfast, and when the porridge came up, my mother saw the pork in the bowl and drooled.
Later, my mother described to us that it was 2 yuan a bowl of porridge, so much lean meat, that lean meat was tender and smooth, super delicious, the first time I ate such a delicious lean porridge.
Until now, 20 years later, whenever I talk about lean porridge, my mother will think of how she felt that time.