Is there such a sad person as me? When I fall, I don't get a word of concern, but I get a scolding
I actually fell this morning, but luckily the man was fine, just dropped my pants and washed them.
My old lady saw me crawl down and get so close to her, not to mention pulling me, nor to care about whether I fell or something. I'll never hear good words from her mouth in my life.
Afterwards, I also summarized the cause of my fall, and I felt a little cold when I woke up in the morning, and I couldn't just wear a thin smock, so I put on the smock with a little more fleece.
As the sun came out and the temperature gradually rose, I couldn't stand the heat anymore, so I took off the blouse, but the problem came, my jacket had no pockets and no place to put my phone, so I put it in my trouser pocket.
But the tightness of my pants seems to be a little out of order, and as soon as I put the phone in my trouser pocket, the pants will fall down, and the dew-proof film I tied is relatively long, and I stepped on it with one foot, and it happened that I had to cross a ditch again.
Even if I step on the film and have to go over the ditch, I won't trip if my pants don't fall down, and if my pants fall down, I will step on the film paper, and I won't trip if I don't happen to have to cross the ditch again. What I said was like a tongue twister, I don't know if you can understand it and understand the reason.
In short, I'm going to stumble today, and the time and place are all occupied, as if I have to fall, and I can't say anything if I don't fall.
My mother was babbling on the side: "People who are dozens of years old, and they are still shocked and crutches!" (our local vernacular, which means that I don't know how to be careful. ）
Her attitude reminded me of nearly 20 years ago, when I went to my house to pull cabbage seedlings. It rained that day, and the soil was very soft, so I walked too far aside, and at once I trampled off a large piece of the dirt on that side, and went into the ditch with the people and the soil.
It was a ridge three or four meters high, and there was a ditch underneath it, but fortunately, the neighbor blocked the water in order to raise the ducks, and I threw myself into the water with a thud and fell like a cannonball in an extremely ugly position.
I quickly poked my head out of the water, stretched out my hand and wiped my face, and saw my mother holding a tree on the top of the ditch and looking into the ditch, so I scolded: "That's a crutch woman! Why are you so frightened? You can drop a few cabbage seedlings into the ditch, what else can you do?"
Look! This is my mother, my own mother! I want to hear a comforting word or two from her mouth, don't even think about it! Fortunately, I'm used to it.
I grabbed the small tree on the edge of the sill and climbed up vigorously, and when I was completely out of the water, I looked down, and the water dropped at least an inch at a speed visible to the naked eye.
If you want to be quiet in this family, you must obey the command of the old lady in everything, she has the style of being the emperor to guide the country, but she does not have the life of the emperor
At lunchtime, my mother babbled again: "Let's go in the afternoon and pick up the big tea that was stolen last time and sell it, don't let people steal it again." ”
In order to have a clean ear, I only listen to the command of all actions, and I will fight wherever she directs, anyway, I am not idle at work.
Since I went up the mountain, I had to get some bamboo shoots to go back to eat, and in a small place, people stepped out of the road, and I picked up some fish that slipped through the net in the corners of the corners, a little more than last time, barely enough to eat.
The rattle flowers on this mountain are blooming well, one after another, if people lie on it and sleep, will they dream very beautiful?
This time the tea on the mountain is not very good, we picked until 4 o'clock in the afternoon is almost finished, in recent days there is a person driving a small truck, in our place to collect tea, I will not go to the market, even if it is cheaper, less delay and more time is the same.
When she returned home after picking the tea, the old mother saw a few incomplete ones lying on the ground, so she had a little yellow loquat gas and didn't fight anywhere.
Originally, she had forgotten about it, but the plagued bird reminded her again, and she immediately rushed home and got a knife to chop the tree, but my father and I kept stopping it, so that the tree was not cut down completely, but only the one that rose to the ground and cut it down.
Dad looked at the immature loquat on the tree and sighed uncontrollably, it's a pity that such a big loquat, Chengdu was chopped off the branches before it was ripe, and I waited for a while, and then chopped it when it was ripe!
My mother opened her mouth and roared at the Hedong lion: "You can't eat it? You see this place is all made, and if they can't be cooked, they will all be hoho, I might as well cut down the tree, and everyone will not be allowed to eat it!"
Look, this is my mother's way of action, I have to do whatever I say right away, and I don't want to wait a minute.
I regrettably picked one up and looked at it, this variety is really good, it should be the second generation of the five-star loquat, and I saw it on the street that day selling 20 yuan a pound as big, but it is not ripe, the picture below is the authentic five-star loquat in the circle of friends, I can't just be a person who is hungry for my eyes and drooling, and I will also send it to everyone to see.
I ate the one I picked, it was sour, so sour that my eyebrows and eyes were wrinkled, and my saliva was dripping, but I still swallowed it, this is also a fruit, and there is always its nutritional value.
The sour stuff is appetizing, and if you think about it, I don't seem to need it, I don't need to open it if my appetite is good enough, and if I open it again, do I want to eat a cow and really become 250?
I planned in my heart that this time would be the best way to pick a little bit in the house until dark, but my mother was not happy again, saying that there was not much on the top of the hill here, and the two of them would be able to pick it back completely, and it would be easy to walk without dew in the afternoon.
In order to have less ears to suffer, she had to listen to her, and she picked tea leaves, and she also asked one person to carry a big back bag to decorate the fragrant fir branches and come back as a match.
There is only one "nagging" in written language for people like my mother, but the Sichuan dialect is broad and profound, and there are too many words that can describe her: criticizing deafness and death and boasting, criticizing sour tones, and sour and sour...... It's a derogatory term, but it's not really a curse!
The tea leaves in the field on the mountain are a little good this time, and we replanted the bad rows last year, leaving three good rows, and we were almost dry until dark with these three rows.
There is a man about forty years old, picking tea leaves on this mountain, passing by my house and beckoning us to go back, it's getting dark, aren't you afraid?
I asked him what he was afraid of? He said that there were so many graves on the hill that he was afraid when it was dark. I said I was never afraid of that, and they wouldn't crawl out and let us have dinner and go back.
He seemed to be so frightened that he shivered, and he was a little incredulous: "You just blow it! You two people are not afraid, if there is only one person like me, you will run away long ago!"
This mountain and yesterday picked there are two towns at the junction of the place, many people look familiar just can't call the name, I don't bother to explain to him that I'm really not afraid, last year before my husband died, just after the New Year, I worked on the top of this hill in the pig farm under construction for eight days, in order to operate the shortcut I didn't black paint black flashlight from the grave next to the pile?
Compared with the poor, it's not worth mentioning at all, and then because the boss is not authentic, he called us if he had heavy work, and the people he brought out of the province did it, and we were called to recruit and go, and we were dissatisfied, and our tea came out, so we didn't do it there.
When my husband was in the intensive care unit, I called my boss to ask for money, and the boss said that you only have a few dollars?
I said, "What's the panic, someone in my family is staying in the intensive care unit and needs money, what are you talking about?"
I was on fire, I called our village directly and told them about it, and asked them to help me get the money back, after all, this pig farm occupies most of the land in our village, and we are still in arrears to the local people to do the work on our territory, the problem is that I really need money urgently.
As a result, Murakami was really powerful, and the money arrived in my account in less than an hour after I made the call, and the other people who worked with me delayed for nearly half a year to give the money.
The cedar branches are really good to use as matches, but they are too prickly, and the old mother specially took a sickle and wore gloves to deal with it, and soon after the tea was picked, we filled our backs and went home.
I don't wear much clothes, and some of them come out of the cracks of my back pockets and they can only endure the pain, so I can just take a massage! This is the life of a rural person in a day. #农村寡妇的日常心声#