#新作者扶植计划 Phase II # Shaheba Village 70-year-old Uncle Liu planted 3 acres of sweet corn this year, today is the weekend, I came to Heba Road for a walk, passed by his land, saw a large piece of corn are knotted with sticks, Uncle Liu wearing a straw hat is still hoeing grass on the cornfield, the weather is sunny and rainy, raindrops fall on the corn leaves, "rustling" sound. When uncle saw me, he greeted me with a smile, said that he had been carrying corn cobs in the field for a few days and went back to eat, and while he was talking, he put down his hoe and went to the ground, and pinched a large number of the cowpeas he planted for me. I remember that last year, Uncle Also gave me sweet corn and asked me to bring corn cobs to his grandson in the city. Because he and his son both work in different units in the city. Uncle Liu is an old man living alone, his wife has been dead for several years, he is tough, does not sit in the tea shop and does not play cards, in recent years, he has planted all 3 acres of land near the road into sweet corn, and in less than a month, his corn can be pulled to the city market to sell. In the past few days, he has set up a grass hut in the corner of the ground, eating and living in it during the day and night, keeping around in the field every day, hoeing grass and vegetables on the edge of the ground, and not stopping to rest for a moment. When the corn is about to ripen, the field cannot leave people, for fear that thieves will steal the corn.
I looked at the industrious Uncle Liu's dark and vicissitudes face and his rough hands full of calluses, and I felt pity and urged him: "When you are older, you will stop cultivating land next year, and go to my son in the city to enjoy a few days of happiness." He said: "I can still work, living in the countryside is better than in the city, next time I want you to help my grandson carry some sweet corn." I said no problem, during the conversation, the rain was heavy, I was busy running towards the way home, as if I heard Uncle Liu take an umbrella from the grass shed and shout for me to take it. I didn't go back to get the umbrella, but I was already very grateful for the enthusiasm of the uncle. A hard-working and simple rural elderly like Uncle Liu deserves praise!
