This is the real rural life, more real than the photo taken by Zhang! I used this method of chopping wood the year before. To be honest, seeing these rural life, I have a little wet eye sockets! At that time

This is the real rural life, more real than the photo taken by Zhang! I used this method of chopping wood the year before. To be honest, seeing these rural life, I have a little wet eye sockets!

At that time, there was no transportation, and even a bicycle was a luxury. The harvest of grain is carried to the house again and again with a back basket, and the back is thin, and there is an X mark on the shoulder three or five times, as if it has been whipped.

Just like this girl's backpack valley, she originally wanted to carry more and run a few times each time, but I knew that at the moment when I just carried it, the extra bag valley on the surface fell down against the back of her head, and every time she got up, she had to grab the grass or grass seedlings on the ground.

It is better to walk flat on the back of these things, and when the shoulders can't stand it, they bend their waists to seventy or eighty degrees and walk on their backs. If you climb the hill, you have to climb up slowly, like a snail dragging a heavy shell, sometimes you really want to fall down and sleep until you cry out for food.

At that time, there was no electricity, and I was reluctant to spend money on coal, and I was cooking rice with firewood. The small branches with the leaves are broken and bundled into small bundles and put back in the back, and the thick branches are chopped into long knots of about one meter and tied with ropes and carried on the back shelf.

In order to tie the firewood tightly, the hands and feet are used together, and the hands grab the rope and pull it into their arms, and the feet are next to the place where the rope is tied to the firewood and push the firewood out.

Every night, pig food is cooked to feed the pigs, and pig grass is chopped up. Now when I see the scar on the index finger of my left hand, I can remember the scene of chopping pig grass at that time.

Although the countryside was bitter at that time, there were also happy times.

In the summer, I went to the Bun Valley to break a few tender bun grains, take them home and put them in the hearth, and cook rice while cooking buns and eating them. The food is full of black and not slippery, and it is also particularly fragrant.

Sometimes I am eating, and a small friend calls or someone on the road talks, picks up the bowl and runs. Eating while walking, walking for two or three miles did not feel inappropriate, and luckily you can rub rice at the neighbor's house.

At that time, although it was bitter, there was no pressure, at least the heart was relaxed, and I felt that I was happy when I was full and warm!

Which of these farm jobs have you done?