#Have you ever seen rural cattle farming land before#Henan rural people born in 87 years, remember early. I have not only seen cattle ploughing land but also horses and mules ploughing fields to pull carts, and my grandfather was born in 1919 and can read and write.

#Have you ever seen rural cattle farming land before# Henan rural people born in 87 years, remember early. I have seen not only cattle ploughing land but also horses and mules ploughing fields to pull carts, my grandfather was born in 1919 and can read and write, is the accountant and custodian of the production team, and raises a herd of cattle at home. My eighth uncle was a carpenter who raised horses and mules. In my memory, there is a picture of my cattle ploughing the land in front (ploughing the ground) and his mule raking the ground (leveling the land) in the back.

At that time, there were often cattle thieves in the countryside, and Grandpa built a flat floor on the upper floor of the cattle house to live on it at night. There are two most memorable images of cultivated cattle, one is the birth of a newborn calf, it was a winter, Grandpa felt that the cow was about to give birth, called out to several tribesmen, women boiled hot water in the kitchen, men in the cowshed basin burned wheat straw to raise the temperature of the cowshed. The children were locked in the house and we had to climb the window sill through the cracks to see what was going on the outside. The waiting process was long, the shadows kept flashing in the cracks of the doors, the voices of men and women mixed with the shouts of the cows created a serious atmosphere, the children were obedient and quiet, after half a day the calves were born, when the cows licked the calves, people began to wipe the calves with hot water, and then it seemed that the eight masters and grandfathers carried the calves to the brazier with old sheets to warm and dry the hair. When the child was released, I didn't have to mention how excited I was, and my memory was to keep running around, trying to spread the good news of the calf all over the street. Another picture is Grandpa selling cattle, early that morning Grandpa fed the cattle enough hay, dressed up and drove the cattle to the market, I was still young and did not see the sales process, may have seen the picture of the slaughter of cattle in my partner's house in 92-93, the cattle were tied to wooden stakes, full of tears, when slaughtering, the cattle would be covered with a hood, blindfolded, and could not help but think of the tragic end of the cattle that were sold in my family.

There was a heavy snow in the winter when the cattle were sold, and as soon as I got up and washed my face and walked out of the door, I saw my father sweeping the snow for a strange thing, and my mother carried me to a chair, and I turned the steering wheel in front of me with no heart and no lungs. That year seemed to be the winter of '90, Grandpa died in '99, and the iron cow took over all the work of the cow and is still atone for his sins under his father.

More than 30 years later, I vaguely dreamed of the summer yard chasing cattle in the shade of the trees.