Cut soybeans
Text/Sun Guohui
In the first year of going to the countryside, a few of us educated youths caught up with the autumn harvest.
That year's harvest was good, and the yellowing crops saw the ears of grain swaying like waves? I can't help but feel the heroic feelings of the great leader Chairman Mao who "likes to see the thousands of waves of rice and grass, and the heroes everywhere smoke at sunset". Cut the grain, break the stick, put the sorghum down and defeat (cut down the roots), and then drive (use) Shao (sharpening) the grain knife to cut off the sorghum head, pick it away after tying it, and then tie the sorghum straw and pull it away...
The pride of the educated youth was soon planted on cutting a piece of soybean.
When we grasp the soybean seedlings with our relatively delicate hands compared to the poor middle peasants, the sharp pod head immediately applies color, pierces the palm, and does not cut the head in a trip, and the hand has been stained with blood, which is very painful, even for young members.
I saw that the members of the club used the sickle to bring the beans over first and hold them with their hands, and after the sickle slid down, they cut off a large handful of beans at the root. I also learned to use the sickle to hold the bean tree, but my left hand is also used to stretching out to grab the bean seedling, this is good, the sharp sickle is on the ring finger, and suddenly the blood is like an infusion, and the blade of the sickle is dripping blood. The old captain hurriedly came over and grabbed my fingers, took me to the person with a low concave back, and helped me take off my pants and pee to rinse the wound, saying that this was the best way to treat the injury. He also tore off the placket of his little hanger, bandaged me, and let me go back to the camp to rest.
I knew that urine could not be poisoned, so I rushed to the pharmacy and bought a red potion (no iodophor or alcohol) to apply it to the wound repeatedly, and bought a bandage to re-bandage it, praying that the wound would not become inflamed.
The next day, I wrapped my left hand around rags to cut the beans, and although it was inconvenient, I finally managed to finish cutting the soybeans.
Maybe the urine can really be disinfected, maybe the red potion has worked, and the wound has not been thickened (thickened), which is really lucky.
The scar on the nail of my left ring finger is still there.
(The picture comes from the Internet)
Before his retirement, he worked in the cultural and historical materials department of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference, enthusiastically studied Chifeng's modern and modern historical materials and photography, published "Chifeng Photography History" and held a solo exhibition of portrait photography, and his literary works have been selected by national and provincial newspapers.