Mother's crops

Lao She said: Even if people live to be seventy or eighty years old, as long as their mothers are around, they can be a little childish. Yes, in front of my mother from the yellow land, I respected and feared her since I was a child. Although I am thirty years old, I am just a child who has never really grown up.

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My mother, who raised a large group of children, branded me with the most impressive silhouette in my childhood: her mother went to the corner of the field without touching her feet, busy with her spring planting and autumn harvest, busy repairing and building houses, busy repairing fences and planting flowers. Diligence, busyness and wisdom are her striking labels. Of course, after the school holiday, we will also cooperate with my mother to participate in large and small farm work.

Counting the solar term of "inserting willows along the river in July 989", my mother took advantage of the fine weather to raise cucumber, towel gourd and pumpkin seedlings, plant sweet potatoes and plan to arrange cotton squares for seedling raising, and also plant sunflower seeds, green beans and cowpea seeds on the edge of the vegetable garden.

Mother put on a hoe and took us to plant corn. We went back and forth again and again, transporting the farm manure collected by my mother from home to farmers' homes. This fat is the result of my mother's hard work in cutting green, otherwise she would shovel the grass residue on the roadside with a hoe. As a result, we can carry it back to the pigsty again and again and let the pig heroes practice. It's stuffy, smelly and dirty, which makes us disgusted. Mother said, "A flower in a crop depends entirely on fat." Why don't we use chemical fertilizer? Mother glared at us, assessed the situation and said, "Do you want to study?" Let's shut up at once.

Although it is not that nothing is as good as it is, only reading is high. "Mr Village School has meaningfully said a nice rhyme," There are thousands of millet in the book, golden house in the book and Yan Ruyu in the book "is also very attractive! Then Old Master Q sometimes simply said, "Study hard, eat rice and wear leather shoes, live in a building and sit in an office, or choose straw sandals, porridge and earthen houses to repair the soil (a humorous saying of farmers)? You can do it yourself! "The children of farmers are obsessed with getting rid of the fate of facing the loess and facing the sky. It seems that the only best way is to study. We must work hard. Mother taught us that life sometimes has to be hard while the iron is hot.

Of course, mother is by no means a single-minded and inflexible village woman. When everything is ready, it's time to plant corn. With more land and less labor at home, my mother is extremely busy, even though she works in the top two. But the living can't be suffocated by urine. How to save trouble, time and effort? It takes too many procedures to raise corn cubes. Mother will never show her efforts, but work hard for the sake of efforts. She just asked us to sow directly while digging the nest, so as to fill the soil conveniently, so that the effect was achieved in one go. Mom will also give us economic rewards according to our performance and reward us with different stationery. Money makes the mare go! We are working harder. Before the start of school, we actually finished all the work on a few acres of land at home, and then our hero rightfully corrected his arrogance and went to school.

It will soon be the season of "998 1, the plowman stands upright". Mother chose a field with plenty of sunshine, convenience and fertility. Choose a sunny day, roll up your trouser legs and go down to the water to pull the field. Mother dug it loose and cleaned it up, and surrounded it with a circle of mud as an earth embankment. After rowing the box, she drained the water, leaving only a little, and a piece of Dongdong called "Miao Mama Tian" was completed by her mother.

This time should be around Grain Rain, behind my house, the nursery shed that the production brigade has built has been busy for a while. Every household will mark the good rice seeds they bought with a square dustpan and give them to the greenhouse administrator of the production team. Put it on rows of neat shelves in the greenhouse, and pull a thick white plastic shed outside, which is tightly sealed.

A greenhouse like a small white house, like a mysterious palace, attracted the attention of girls and boys nearby. In front of the kitchen hall in the greenhouse, several special firefighters selected by the production team take turns to take care of them day and night. The spring is chilly, and the shed is full of all kinds of good firewood, such as straw, wheat stack, soybean straw, cotton stalk and gold bars, which are spectacular and warm. Idle people who can't sleep at night also go there to chat and play poker. Accompanied by their children, they also went there to join in the fun and see miracles. There is a bright and warm fire in the kitchen hall, and the smell of sweet potatoes is floating in the kitchen hall. The little guys also enjoy the food. Listening to the adults talking about the Arabian Nights, I listened with relish and dozed off with my eyes open on the haystack in front of the kitchen hall, but I didn't know that Grandpa Zhou had left.

This sweet day for children will be over in less than half a month. When the sleeping rice seeds are germinated by the greenhouse and grow into yellow seedlings about an inch long, the greenhouse is spread by white plastic shed cloth, and every household, men, women and children, happily come to take away their seedlings.

My mother had asked my younger brother and sister to compare the half-dry mud boxes in the paddy field with ropes the day before and make them into countless small squares. Retrieve the seedlings, the whole family went into battle, went down to the fields, carried large pots and small bowls, and put the divided seedlings in them. We are quick-sighted and quick-footed, like to do geometric puzzles, and are happy to plant seedlings at the four corners of small squares. ...

After spending most of the day finishing this delicate work, my mother will go to the fields in the morning and evening to adjust the water level, watch the growth of seedlings and check whether there are pests, wild animals or ducks and geese, which will harm this precious crop until the long summer harvest season.

At this time, the corn planted in the field has sprouted. Mom sometimes takes us to check for leaks and fill gaps. I saw the green wheat seedlings on both sides of the corn line heading, as if there were black caterpillars coming. Mother said to herself, "It's time to sprinkle medicine." Mother found some old nylon stockings, put a kind of pesticide powder called "chlorine powder" in her socks and tied it to a stick. Our sisters, one after another, walked along the wheat, covering their noses and shaking the wind. It was really interesting.

Check the missing corn seedlings, corn is the same every day, and the growth is gratifying. Gradually, the corn seedlings became a little yellow, and mother had a clear idea that it was time to topdressing. I also found all kinds of strange bottles, jars and kettles at home. Mother called two buckets full of water in the corner, put fertilizer on them, melted them and put them into bottles and jars one by one. We carry bottles and jars full of fat water, like jade bottles of Guanyin in the South China Sea. In the corn field, you chase after me and catch water near the roots of corn seedlings bit by bit. The wind is as fast as a god.

Soon after this kind of work was finished, the cuckoo cried in the sky, and the villagers also called it "pea fruit or pea steamed bread" In a blink of an eye, there is a scene of "there is less leisure in May, and people are twice as busy". I haven't noticed Liang Jian's whispering in Yan language, and the green wheat has quietly turned from green to yellow. The wheat awn is as sharp as a needle tip, the rape horn is yellow, and the school will be busy with the holiday. It should be the solar term of mango. My mother said mangoes were busy, and even dogs were busy grabbing mulberries for several days. That's true. The mulberry trees around Tianjiao are really covered with red, purple and black mulberry trees. We didn't see it, and we didn't have time to grab the mulberry fruit from the dog. We got up early and were busy cutting rape and wheat ears in the field. Tie it up and take it home. The upper beam is erected.

The wheat returned to the warehouse, and it was too late to rest when it was taken home. The old man said, "Long summer and small man are transplanting rice!" " A thorny vine on the hillside rocks has produced a bunch of wild fruits called raspberries, including red, yellow, sour and sweet. We gave it an easy-to-understand common name "planting seedlings and soaking seeds". As the name implies, after eating this, you should go to the field to pull out seedlings and plant them. When someone has hands or changes jobs (taking turns to help with work), they can pull a long rope as a ruler, and a group of people line up in the plowed or dug farmland, and each person inserts a few seedlings. People who are short of hands and too lazy to change working days should not watch while inserting ropes!

After transplanting, I returned to the threshing floor non-stop, picking sunny weather, beating rapeseed and tying wheat into two bundles side by side. When they are exposed to the sun for a period of time, they become fragile, and then they hit the wheat skull with a farm tool called "flail" and knock it off the ear. Special agricultural tools such as iron tripod climbing, wooden push climbing, bamboo carrying, leaky sieve, thick and thin sieve, dustpan, dustpan, backpack, back clip, bamboo basket and windmill can all be used in combat. When all the golden grains are cleaned up and the trousers and stones are caked, they will be exposed to the sun on the threshing floor until their mother picks up one or two grains and bites them. When they are hard and brittle, their mother can nod and put them in the jar. Mom will reward the family members who are tired for a season to eat delicious new wheat and rapeseed oil cakes, and then take us to dig stubble fields and build one ridge after another to plant sweet potato seedlings in light rain or cloudy days. We know that the busy farming in Da Chun is coming to an end.

On this day, my mother's vegetable garden began to harvest in succession. The fence frame is covered with cucumber and towel gourd seedlings, and green beans and peas are also eaten one after another. Purple eggplant and red pepper were covered with young trees, and orange and dark green pumpkins were transported home by us and put under the bed. White wax gourd painted as fat dolls lay on the tile house. We climbed the ladder, took it down one by one and put it in the corner of the house. Peaches and plums planted by my mother are also covered with branches. During the summer vacation, we tried our best to help choose, which was really beyond our power. We made a long pole and tied a cloth bag at the top. The cloth bag was tightly opened by the iron ring and hooked on the target. Peaches and plums fall squarely in the pockets. We follow our mother to the market to sell fruit from morning till night. When all the leaves of the peach tree and plum tree can't find a missing fruit, and the colorful hair on the head of the corn doll turns yellow, it's time to break the corn.

Day and night, I get up early to pick corn and take it home. Sun corn in the hot sun during the day. After dinner in the evening, I burned a pile of corn husks and cypress branches to repel mosquitoes, moved the TV out of the house and peeled corn while watching TV. Mom will reward us with pumpkin seeds and sunflower seeds ...

At the same time, we also went to the cotton field to trim and thresh leaves. Soon, the cotton field was full of colorful flowers, and then cotton peaches came out. Snow-white cotton magically spits out from the inside, and the fields are covered with huge and beautiful snowflakes, one by one with the warmth of the sun. Mom sometimes asks cartoonists to help them make thick new cotton wool. Mother also skillfully made cotton-padded jackets and shoes for us and sold them to writers. ...

The weather turns cold, wild chrysanthemums are everywhere, and the endless rice fields turn golden yellow. Farmers have to fight a new harvest war.

It's getting colder and colder after the rice harvest, and we're going to say goodbye to the rice fields. After that, I was basically busy in the field. People with strong labor force will dry the paddy fields and plant them on the spot. Grow what? Koharu plants! Crops in Koharu are planting rape and interplanting peas and beans. Large-scale is to grow wheat. Before planting wheat, dig out the ripe sweet potatoes in the field, carry them home one by one, and sow the wheat on the loose soil while it is hot. After planting wheat, go home and wash the sweet potatoes, grind them into bean jelly, and more often soak them in the cellar with special potions, and save them for squeezing rations in March. When the wheat seedlings were unearthed, winter came and the New Year was not far away, and a new spring was waiting ahead. ...

Year after year, my mother walked unhurriedly on the yellow land, carefully sowing spring, harvesting autumn, making the land blossom and growing her simple and rich crops!

Mother taught us with her simplest labor, and only labor will not make people have no way out. Mother loves her crops, and we are also the most lush crops growing in her heart!