15 Pastoral fun in the countryside
When I first arrived in the countryside, it was winter, snowy and frozen rivers. I quickly integrated into the children of the village, playing many games with them that I had never played before, and I didn't understand farm work at all, doing farm work, it felt like playing games.
I remember that there was a yard in the village, and the yard was an open playground where villagers could hold meetings, divide things here, and play grain here. I have seen peasant uncles drying high grain, rice, millet, wheat or whatever, and after some time after the sun has baked them, they use a very interesting tool, lián jiā (a kind of lián jiā, a kind of long handle, at one end of the long handle is connected with a shaft a racket composed of a set of interlaced bamboo or wooden strips, when the long handle is lifted, the beat will naturally rotate backwards, when swinging downwards, the beat will turn to the highest point, and with the force of the downward beat, the beat will follow the trend towards the rice, The tool that scatters the particles) is constantly beaten until it is thought that all the particles have been punched out, and then a large wooden fork with three teeth (a three-toothed fork-shaped branch that is naturally formed by the trees in the mountains, cut back, dried, and regularly shaped to form a unified branch fork fork) to pick out the rice stalks and debris, and finally collect the particles and bag them for storage.
During the autumn harvest, our children will go to the yard to help, or move bundles of rice from the stacking ground for adults to beat, or move the beaten rice stalks back to the original place, stacked into a large grass stack, do not feel tired at all, the little friends work together as if playing, and we can also earn "work points (according to the public ownership of rural distribution methods for remuneration, let the work be divided, and settle at the end of the year)", I am happy, because I can help my mother earn some money, and I can also get more delicious snacks.
When we rested, we went back to the yard, climbed together on the tall haystack, lay down, and in the grass like a small animal, the chrysalis (Northeast word gù yong, meaning squirming and twisting) came to the chrysalis, the chrysalis came out of a nest, making the body lie more comfortable, the head rested on the hand bent to the back of the head, the mouth was basking in the sun, the ear echoed the song that my mother always liked to sing, and I would also sing the children's song: outside the long pavilion, beside the ancient road, the grass was green... Looking at the blue sky, the sun shines warmly, the aroma of straw fills the air, and the world is the most carefree and the world is the most beautiful at this time.
On the east side of the village yard is a row of stables with many cows and horses, and on the side of the stable is a horizontal passage, and the passage has a long hay trough on the side of the horse pen, in which the cattle and horses eat hay. But animals all need to drink water, so once a morning and once in the afternoon, they have to drive their cattle and horses to the river to drink water, and they don't have to fetch water to feed. Our little friend was allowed to ride an ox or a horse during these two drinking journeys, mostly riding cattle, because the cattle were honest and much slower, and they took the cattle and horses all the way to the river to drink water, and after drinking water, they rode back. When I was a child, I rode a wooden horse rocking chair in the park, and this time I was able to ride a real cow and horse, and my heart blossomed, but I was also panicked, but after a few times, I was not afraid. Riding a bull, but no one carries you up to ride, the little friends have to stand on a high place at the gate rail of the horse pen, when the cow passes, suddenly cross the ride up, there is no saddle and pedals, it is a bare back, so you have to use the short legs of your two children to clamp the cow's belly, keep it steady, and not fall down. If anyone did not ride up when he was out of the circle, or fell off at any time on the road, then he could no longer ride on the back of the ox, and he had no choice but to walk back with the cattle himself.
To the south of the courtyard is a row of tall brown rice buildings (much more spacious than the one shown above), and underneath the buildings are horse-drawn carriages and other means of transport. The brown rice building stores grains such as bud rice and is set up with wooden stakes, one is waterproof and moisture-proof, and the other is to prevent rats from stealing and eating. Our friends often play hide-and-seek in the carriage parked under the building, and the people are small, and they will not touch their heads when they run on the car.
On the north side of the courtyard is a row of bungalows for the village department, where Ma Kuo stayed, and a room for storing fodder bean cakes, boiled bean cakes, and cut bean cakes, as well as an empty storage room. As mentioned earlier, our children like to be with Grandpa Ma, so that after getting acquainted with him, they can take us with them when drinking cows and horses, and allow us to ride the bulls, so we often go to Grandpa Ma's house to talk to him. And I saw that the round soybean cake the size of a small pot lid was cooked by Grandpa Ma Kui, and then put it on the case and stuck on a shelf to fix it, and then cut the bean cake piece by piece, in order to facilitate the mixing in the hay to feed the cows and horses together, and increase the appetite of the cows and horses, but I tasted the bean cake slice, very delicious, really like the biscuits in the city, and the same aroma as eating fried beans, so I was more willing to go to Ma Kui's house, and waited for him to cut the bean cake slices, so that he could eat them. The countryside is no better than the city, and money can't buy any delicious snacks, so this bean cake has become my favorite flavored snack, and I don't want money. After my mother heard me talk about eating bean cake, she told me to eat less, afraid of eating a bad stomach, it would be unbearable, so I ate a few tablets each time, not much, to relieve hunger. Now when I see a bean cake seller in the market, I have to go to see, touch, and then talk to the seller.
The days of the children always pass quickly, and in the blink of an eye, they live in the countryside for a year. At that time, I did not have the concept of Spring Festival or New Year, and it was a good day to have a good day. In order to welcome the Spring Festival, the village specially killed cattle and pigs, distributed them to the villagers, and also cooked a part of the meat, held a feast for the whole village, and the adults drank wine and ate meat together to celebrate the New Year. In these preparations, our little friends found that in that idle room, there were a lot of bones piled on the ground, emitting a burst of aroma, our children are hungry, especially all year round to eat some meat, dumplings and so on, so our children are like puppies, smell the fragrance and run to the room, the door is not locked, so we slipped in, everyone sat on the pile of bones, casually grabbed a bone to nibble, there is very little meat on the bone, So I keep grabbing other bones to eat, always able to nibble some diced meat, feel the fragrance, but the hunger is relieved. But when I came home full, my cotton jacket was full of meat, and my clothes were covered with grease. After reading it, my mother asked the reason, not only did not criticize me, but also hugged me tightly, she had tears in her eyes, and my mother said: "Poor my child, there is no meat to eat, no snacks to eat." Mom's sorry for you. "The scene of gnawing bones and the scene of my mother crying makes me remember it vividly and will never be forgotten."
In the countryside, when it comes to spring ploughing, the school is closed, and the children join in the spring ploughing. At this time, most of our children throw rice seedlings from the paddy field stems to the adults who are bending down to plant seedlings, so that they can use them to plant seedlings, and when there are not enough people, our children are directly involved in planting seedlings after being taught. During the autumn harvest, the school will also take a holiday to help with the harvest, and more often than not, carry the crops to pile up in a dry place.
We are happy to be able to help adults with some of the power of children, at least I am happy.
Unfinished, to be continued.