Wheat (short story)

That year, Tiger Was still young, and the captain put him in charge of watching Mai.

The tiger looked at the wheat and rode a tall horse from one end of the ground to the other. The horse galloped in all directions, the tiger tightened its reins from time to time, and the horse hissed and raised its front hooves. The tiger waved the whip in his hand and kept shouting, "Go away, go away!" The horse ran through the harvested wheat field, and a trail of dust rose behind it. The air was filled with the smell of choking wheat straw, dry and spicy.

Around the wheat field, dozens of pairs of wary eyes lurked. The tiger ran to the east of the wheat field, and the people at the west end rushed in to grab the ears of wheat on the ground; the tiger rushed to the west head with his horse, and the people at the west head shouted and scattered and fled, and the people at the east head poured into the wheat field.

The tiger was tired of running, and he wanted to lose his temper. He cursed and grinned, beat people with whips, and snatched the pockets of seven or eight women, pouring ears of wheat into the ridges. His behavior was met with resentment among the women. But no matter how much the women scolded him, he was indomitable and stuck to his post. People seem to be playing hide-and-seek with tigers, and the two sides are like this, from morning to night.

The farm does not allow workers to collect wheat.

Wheat is the wheat of the public, the workers are the workers of the public, and the people of the public have collected the wheat of the public and taken it back to their own homes. This is typical selfishness, and if any employee violates it, he will be criticized.

However, people from afar and the families of the workers still flocked to the harvested wheat fields, and they could not drive away! It's not that the tiger is incompetent, or it's not that the tiger isn't working hard, because tiger's grandfather is also collecting wheat in the field.

Someone shouted at the tiger, "Why don't you go and chase your grandfather?"

The tiger felt that it was a loss. He repeatedly advised Grandpa to go home, Grandpa did not listen, Tiger Zi said that Grandpa was humiliated, Grandpa was on fire, scolded Tiger Zi for being an ungrateful rabbit cub, a loser, and said: So much wheat is thrown in the ground, how heart-wrenching!

Tiger Zi went home and told his father. Tiger Zi's father listened and said, "Your grandfather only came from the countryside of Sichuan and doesn't understand our rules.

During the meal, Tiger Zi's father said to His grandfather, "Dad, don't pick it, there is no one to take care of the wheat in the field, you will have someone to take care of it when you pick it up and come home, maybe you will approve me."

Tiger Zi's grandfather just looked down and ate the corn nest in his hand, without even raising his eyes.

But the next day, the tiger was guarding the edge of the harvested wheat field, and he still saw his grandfather. In the distance, he saw Grandpa hunched over, dragging a large pocket, collecting wheat in the harvested field, the thin figure bent over and over, Grandpa was tired, gently pounding his waist with his left hand, and his right hand was still picking wheat, and the image of Grandpa was deeply imprinted in the heart of the tiger. Tiger Zi thought, "Grandpa is in his sixties, he is not at home to enjoy the blessings, he ran to the ground to suffer, what is the purpose?"

No matter how reluctant the tiger was, the tiger's grandfather still came out early and returned late every day to collect wheat.

Tiger's grandfather put the collected ears of wheat on the road to let the passing cars grind, and then lifted the wheat grains out and filled them in sacks, and when the wheat harvest was over, Tiger's grandfather had already picked up two sacks of wheat grains, which were more than 100 kilograms.

That morning, Grandpa asked Tiger Zi to go to Find Che La Mai, and Tiger Zi thought that Grandpa had pulled Mai to grind the noodles, but he was reluctant. Grandpa said, "Little cub, can you help Grandpa get to the field?"

Tiger Zi looked at Grandpa for half a day and crisply responded: "Hey!"

The tiger happily sent the wheat to the wheat field, and the leader happened to be in the wheat field, praised the tiger's grandfather well, praised him as a good young man, and said that he would write a praise draft to the farm radio station.

In the afternoon, the clerk really came to The Tiger's house to interview.

After asking about the situation, the clerk said, "Old man, why are you going to pick wheat?"

Grandpa said, "It's a pity that so much wheat has fallen into the field."

Wen Jiao said, "Why don't you leave the wheat you pick up to eat like others?"

Grandpa said, "That's public, don't keep it."

Wen Jiao said: "... If you don't pick you up, why would you?"

Grandpa didn't speak for half a day, his face was red, his eyes were slowly filled with tears, Grandpa said: "If there was these grains at that time, Tiger Zi and his grandmother..."

Grandpa didn't say it.

Tiger Zi remembered that he had heard his father say that his grandmother was starving to death.

When the tiger went to see the wheat again, he guarded the uncut wheat not to let people steal it, no longer picked up those who picked the wheat, and never robbed other people's pockets.....

Although Grandpa has passed away, the tiger often takes his children during the wheat harvest season and goes back and forth in his own field of responsibility, picking up uncut and lost ears of wheat.

Author: He Jinliang