How many farmers still remember the wheat cutting in the 1970s and 1980s, and the essential exchange of eggs and beer in the wheat fields?

Speaking of farmers in the 1970s and 1980s, it was a hard job, getting up early and being greedy for the black, but there was nothing we could do about it. Farmers have no education, skills and no way to make money. Agriculture is the only way to get rich. In Huaibei area, wheat is planted once a year, which is also the main livelihood of every household to support their families. Harvesting wheat in June every year is a day that farmers look forward to and a day that farmers are tired.

I remember that it was particularly cold in winter and correspondingly hot in summer. In May and June, the leaves on the roadside were all sunburned, and the wind was wrapped in a heat wave. Even if they hide in the shade, they are still sweating, and the fields are sultry, especially the heat, wheat rust, wheat awn and wheat ash in the wheat fields can bake people black. However, when farmers see golden wheat, they are full of pride and pride.

Farmers start harvesting before the sun comes out, because it is cooler in the morning. It is best to harvest a piece of wheat in one day. If you do more work in the morning, you can get less sunshine during the day. Unlike today's combine harvesters, which strike out three strikes and the second division ends the battle, they are all cut out by scissors. In order to save time, farmers should prepare lunch before going to the fields, wait until the western sky is covered with red clouds in the evening, and then pull a cart of wheat back to the fields for lunch.

Cutting wheat is a hard job, and it is really difficult for the cultivators to come. Hold the sickle for a few minutes, your palms will blister, you can't do anything with a bad back, and you'd better do it in one go, otherwise you really don't want to move when you rest. So the farmers won't stop their sickles until noon, walk under the willow trees on the ground, take out the changed egg beer wrapped in towels, sit on the floor and wolf down with bare arms, while the children are eagerly looking forward to it.

Time flies for decades, wheat is rarely harvested manually, and there is no need to bring dry food to the fields. Stale beer can only be found in hot pot on the roadside, but it lacks the hearty taste after hard work.