#What farm work have you done in the countryside # I have done too much farm work since I grew up in the countryside, planting in the spring, hoeing and harvesting in the summer.
When I was a child, I was taller than the children of the same age, when I was eleven or twelve years old, I began to work in the field, the most worrying thing was to hoe the millet seedlings, the family planted five or six acres of millet every year, the hoe seedlings were the most time-consuming, hoeing to the weeds, not to mention having to pull the dense millet seedlings to two inches away to leave a tree, squatting in the field is a few hours, and it is very difficult to stand up in a ridge to the head and legs.
When hoeing seedlings, the day feels particularly long, and it is not dark at eight o'clock at night. I sometimes complain that my mother planted too much grain, because hoeing corn or potatoes is not as time-consuming and difficult to hoe as millet, but every time I complain, I will be scolded by my mother, and when my mother scolds me, my brother will follow the help: don't want to work, you have no face to eat!
I was admitted to junior high school when I was twelve, but unfortunately my mother didn't have the money to pay for my tuition, and at that time my brother saved all the money he earned for his daughter-in-law, and the money he earned was never allowed to be spent.
When I dropped out of school and came home, I could only go to work in the fields, when my mother was sick at the age of thirteen, I could no longer do heavy physical work, and my brother went outside to do work that could earn money, and then most of the work in the field was for me to do.
Every year, after the fifteenth day of the first month, I began to go to the field to plan the stubble of the crops left by the year's planting, and before I arrived to sow the seeds, I shaved the stubble of the few acres of land in my family.
When the spring rains have penetrated the land, hire someone to use donkeys to plow the land, and plant potatoes, corn, sorghum, millet and sunflowers and various beans one after another, and when they emerge, they can hoe the grass almost three times and wait for the autumn harvest.
Autumn is the most joyful season, and the large sunflowers are full of yellow flowers, which is particularly beautiful at first glance. The pieces of millet and millet fields are all stooped ears of grain and ears, and the wind blows like a wave, which is very beautiful.
Looking for Umi in the sorghum field was also the pleasure at that time, when the sorghum first began to emerge, there was a flower bud that was wrapped slightly tightly and did not grow sorghum spikes that were Umi, and the Umi bud was broken down and peeled off inside, which was a Umi stick, and the white fat Umi was eaten directly in the mouth, although the black core of Umi would eat a mouthful of black, but in that era when there was no snack, Umi was really delicious.
My favorite farm job in the autumn is to dig potatoes and use the hammer to cut the soil under the potato stalks, and the potatoes of different sizes are exposed. In the rainy year, the potatoes grow particularly large, and there are four or five large potatoes lying next to each other under a large soil, the largest one is more than two pounds, and the fertile plot can dig two or three thousand pounds of potatoes per acre, and the joy of harvesting will make people forget to be tired, and the more they dig, the more they want to dig.
At that time, my family did not have a donkey cart, and the potatoes dug out of the ground were carried home one after another, and I had to carry more than ten times a day, and as I grew older and exercised, I could carry more than a hundred pounds of weight each time.
When the millet, millet, and sorghum beans are ripe, they will be carried to the village's drying field, dried and repeatedly crushed with donkeys pulling stones, and the grain will break away from the crop poles, and then raise the grain high against the wind. The impurities inside were blown clean by the wind, and the clean grain was put into the pocket and carried home.
I did almost every farm job during the year.500s. Later, the land was returned to the forest, and I also went to the city to work and never planted the land again.
I still miss the days of farming: the smell of earth after the spring rains, the fragrance of flowers and plants in the fields, the smell of food accompanied by the smoke from cooking in the evening, and the sound of my mother standing at the door of the courtyard shouting at my nickname to go home for dinner.
When I was a child, I was tired and tired from farm work, but I was also carefree and happy, but unfortunately, time has long gone, and the countryside has become a love I can't forget.
