In summer, the forest is dense, and the leaves of the fruit-bearing hawthorn trees are black and green, and the branches are spread out to absorb as much sunlight as possible. Chestnut trees are blooming, spike-like inflorescences are growing like flies, and a thick fragrance fills the entire mountain forest. The wild mountain apricots were ripe, and the yellow and bright red branches were full of branches, and the overwhelmed branches had to bow their heads, and the fallen fruits on the ground were not picked up.
After lunch, Feng Xia took a sickle and two nylon bags filled with rice, carried a basket and entered the mountain. After the rain, the artemisia grew crazy for 1 meter tall, and the weeds lost their knees. Feng Xia used her scythe to sweep away the grass and boldly walked towards the mountain one foot deep and one foot shallow. Encountering the pecan seedlings, hagi branches, and kudzu strips that grew out, Fengxia used a scythe to clear the road in front of her much smoother. Uncle Kaichun planted some new chestnut seedlings on his own mountain land and turned over the surrounding land, and in the summer, the soft land was occupied by artemisia, and there was no road at all. Feng Xia brandished her scythe and followed the ditch road with her memory, and went up the mountain in seven turns. Halfway up the mountainside, there were not many artemisia grass roads that were much clearer, and the almond trees of Fengxia's family also appeared one after another. Most of the apricots had already landed on the ground, and Fengxia was not in a hurry to pick them up, only to see her continue to climb to the top of the mountain.
"Pick it up from the mountain to the bottom of the mountain, while picking up and going down the mountain will be lighter, the top of the mountain is finished, the next time you don't have to climb so high." 」 As he thought about it, he searched for a thick tsubaki tree pole, and when he found the big apricot tree on the top of the mountain, he beat it all, and the ripe and unripe apricots crackled and fell to the ground, laying a layer. After playing the apricots, Fengxia squatted down with both hands and scratched on the ground, the ripe apricots broke as soon as they were pinched, and the apricot cores were squeezed out at once, one by one, until both hands were full, she threw the apricot cores into the basket, and soon the basket was rattling. The apricots that had fallen drunk early began to rot, a pinch of sticky sticky sticky hands, Fengxia could not care about the sticky and sour taste on her hands, she continued to grasp and pinch, when she met the apricots that were still full, he would pick them up in the bag, so that the apricots could be carried down the mountain and go back to dry the apricots.
There were also a lot of apricots on the steep slope, and Fengxia carried the nylon bag downhill. She grabbed the trunk with one hand and picked it up with the other, and in a moment she got half the bag, and she carried the bag to the flat ground, spread out another nylon bag, and sat on it, with a full of apricots between her legs, and pinched them with both hands and the ground, and the speed was dizzying. The juice of the apricots had stained her hands brown.
Wow—wow—, suddenly two crows startled Fengxia, and she looked up at the sky through the dense branches and found that the sun had hidden in the western mountain beams, and it was time to go back to make dinner. Feng Xia lifted the half nylon bag apricot core with both hands and threw it on her right shoulder, and carried it steadily on her shoulder. She grasped the mouth of the bag firmly with her right hand and walked down the hill with a sickle, basket, and fresh good apricots in her left hand. The thick military pants on the legs are not afraid of the needle, and the rubber shoes under the feet are firmly grasped. The way down the hill is clear, but the pace is no longer brisk.
Half a bag of apricot cores was heavy, poured into their own pool of water and made a chaotic noise, and the flesh that remained on the surface of the apricot core had filled the nylon bag. Feng Xia turned the bag over, rinsed it with water and began to wash the apricot cores. After a while of scrubbing, the water in the pool turned brown, accompanied by a strong sour smell of clean apricot cores. The fished apricot cores were placed in the large basket, and the sound of the quakering smashing accompanied by the yellow water exposed at the bottom of the basket seeped into the ground. After grate through the water, Fengxia poured the apricot cores on the cement board drying table and piled them into a hill. Whoops, whoops, whoops... A series of crisp sounds accompanied by apricot cores spread out under Feng Xia's hands, spreading a full sunbathing table. She stood up and straightened up and breathed a sigh of relief, and finally she could take off her sweat-soaked thick pants and take a shower.
Feng Xia changed into a light summer dress and tied up an apron and went into the kitchen. She calculated in her heart: the dried apricot cores are five yuan a pound, and when she has finished picking up the sweet apricot cores in her own field, she will pick up some bitter apricot cores. In the winter, the smashed almonds are soaked, the bitter taste is removed, and then marinated into apricot petals and mixed with vegetables.
The days were calculated by him as dense as the forest on the mountain, and every day there was something to be busy with, a busy day to be good, and a busy day to be hopeful.