Niu Yongchao 丨 Those things (prose)

Those things

Text/Niu Yongchao

Before the rural Henan before 1995, wheat collection was mainly labor. The god of Jiao Mai fried beans, the whole family went into battle, grabbed the day and night, and sweat on the wheat and the wheat field.

I still have a fresh memory of the wheat harvest labor I participated in those years. In the 1980s and 1990s, in the rural schools of my hometown, most of the private teachers, and individual public teachers also came from peasant families. Therefore, wheat leave is a unique holiday of the rural teachers and students. It's impossible to get home on holiday.

The first step of the wheat harvest is cutting wheat. The sickle, millstone, teapot, and sugar are the cutting wheat artifacts of every family. Just five o'clock in the morning, my father urged us to get up, saying that it was going to go down to the ground. In our time, my father had grinded the sickle, and the mother filled the teapot. By the way, we put a few pieces of sugar in it to work hard for our taste buds. I often look sleepy with my hair, and I reluctantly followed the door. Sometimes I am too sleepy and I can fall asleep on the wheat.

Due to the hot weather, we all wore short sleeves and shorts when cutting wheat. After a day, our arms were tanned, and my hands felt that they felt burning. After the wheat harvest, we were all tanned in black. The place covered by clothes was like white European people, and the Black African blacks were naked.

The mother cut the wheat very fast, and she often dumped us far away. Of course, she also cuts the most. I like to cut wheat next to my mother. She is a motivation to face me in front. Whenever I cut it for a while, I just raised my waist and looked at how much left. If it was almost in the beginning, I couldn't help but speed up like seeing the dawn. After my mother cut it, she always came back to pick me up. Because his father was fat, he loved sweating, squatting and cutting wheat seemed to be kneeling, not only slow, but his body was also uncomfortable, so he was more willing to stand tie wheat and load a car.

When there is a lot of rain in spring, the roots of wheat straw are very gray. When cutting the wheat, it is not just a throat, but the wheat gray is sticky on the hands and arms. The cousin of the aunt's house did not work, and came to our house to follow the ground, because there were a lot of gray on the sweaty face, and only a bite of white teeth when she spoke.

I remember that there was a young daughter -in -law in our village who divided home with her in -laws. Husbands work in the countryside. Both or three children are young. She watching children at home during the day and letting her lover lead the children to sleep. One person work at night, and she can cut a large piece of wheat in the evening. A few nights, the wheat was cut. However, there were a lot of people who cut wheat like her at night.

In high school, there was a year of wheat harvest. We used weekends to cut wheat to the teacher's house. More than a dozen male and female classmates arrived early in the morning, and the teacher's house prepared many sickle. When we saw it, we were dumbfounded: That land is so big! The jujube trees on the top are all kinds of wheat, and you can't see it at a glance. Fortunately, there are many people, and no one is far behind. You chase me and wait for the sun to fall. A male classmate in the class summarizes this: "The biggest inspiration of cutting wheat: always stare at the target to find the shortcut. Looking up and sweating to see the target, bend your head and bend the sickle!"

After the wheat of the land is cut, it is necessary to load the car back and pull it back to the wheat field. Holding a bundle of wheat to put it on the car, Mai Mang was uncomfortable with his arms. At that time, my skin was delicate. After being tied by Magisha, there would be many red spots, and it became more and more itchy. Therefore, I often pick up wheat behind the car. In those years, farmers were insufficient, and a wheat ears were reluctant to leave.

In order to run a few less trips during Lama, his father added a guardrail around the shelf car body to increase the carriers of the height and the car. The uncle often stood on it, responsible for stepping on the wheat, took the wheat that his father picked up with mulberry, and spread it evenly to ensure the balance of the car. Catch up with the animal to pull the car, he sat on it and came down in the wheat field.

I remember that on the way to Lamai, a tire of a car was burst. Because there were many wheat on the car, the car was turned over on the spot, and the uncle fell down from it. Due to the inconsistency of the way home and the way to go to the wheat field, we don't know how to turn over.

At noon, the sun was spicy. At that time, only his father and uncle were so angry that his father scolded his mother. When they were at a loss, a villager rushed to pass by the car from the side. With his help, he finally sent the wheat into the wheat field.

After the wheat was cut, he was ready to play. The most traditional way of playing is to use stone crickets. People without livestock often form a mutual aid group with other homes. While the livestock, before playing the field, aperture is also apex half pot of corn to feed the animal. Mai was spread out early in the morning and exposed one morning. After lunch, it was when the sun was shining, and people put on the livestock into the field.

Playing is a physical work and a technical work. His father was wearing a straw hat, standing in the center of the spreading wheat, pulling the extended animal reins in one hand, holding a whip in one hand, and a circle from the outside to the inside. With the turning of the animals, his father was rolled over, and his father was soaked in his body, as if he had just jumped out of the water. While everyone was going back, the father could get rest, wipe his face, and drink saliva. Two times, a wheat was rolled.

At that time, there were many places in my family, and they had to play two games a day, playing once every day for several days. His father did not hesitate, sometimes not only crushing my family's wheat, but also to help someone else's home. If you want to come now, thanks to his body strong. Some people in our place have heat stroke because of the body when they are muling.

With the advancement of agricultural mechanization, the crushing field changed from a stone to a tractor, and then the village bought a dealer. With the decarriage machine, people no longer use the livestock to crush the field. It is nothing more than spending electricity costs, and it is fast and saved. Each of each family is arranged before the decar, and it is carried out in an orderly manner regardless of day and night. People next to the wheat field help each other. Some people send wheat to the machine. Some people are responsible for picking wheat straw away, and some people pick up wheat grains below. After the wheat was finished, everyone became gray. At night, we got a wheat tired. We lay on the stack of the wheat straw to see the stars. Soon we fell asleep in the sound of the bombardment of the decarriage machine.

In my hometown, the way people celebrate wheat harvest are interesting. I remember the custom of "giving a steamed girl after the wheat girl, and Fu Tianniang sent the daughter to the daughter." The marriage girl, a basket steaming her mother's house, or visiting the elders. Send it to the hot day, and finally the steamed buns bloomed, and the fritters were dry. In some places, the girl sent the steamer, and the maid's family had to go back to the basket. She cut a knife on the daughter -in -law sent by her daughter, added a piece of pork belly, and returned to her girl. I wonder if this custom is still retained.

A high school classmate said that when she was a child, she gave her grandmother's aunt's house steamed steamed, and a clean towel was covered on it. When carrying a basket of ravioli passing through the train channel, a coal train came, and the wind scratched the lid's towel away, but he didn't know. When I got my relative's house, I found that the crickets were all coal ash. This is also the memory that could not be lingering in that era?

Nowadays, the plains are collectively collecting wheat with a joint harvester. As long as they stand on the ground with the money, they will be wheat in less than half a day.

In recent years, due to the increase in the cost of planting land, many farmers in their hometown would rather buy food, and refused to get the hard work. As a result, many fields are barren.

As the saying goes: there are food in the hoard, and your heart is not panic. Agriculture is the foundation of a country. If everyone gives up because of the trouble of planting and unsuitable, in the future, when the food we eat depends on imports, then we are really panicked.

(Write on May 31, 2017)

[About the author] Niu Yongchao, female, Xinzheng, Henan, associate professor of Henan Forestry Vocational College. After more than 20 years of coaching, the education and teaching research of economic management and marketing majors occasionally dances to make a text, find warmth in the text, cultivate body nourishment in code characters, and make the heart clear and transparent in the opening and closing of the text.

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