See Mai Huang again

Along with the cry of "Xuanhuang Xuan" of the cloth bird, the hometown people began to take care of the summer.

First of all, flat. In the morning in a sunny day, several family members united, hoeing the weeds in the field, picked the water and sprinkled it on it to make the soil "practical". At noon, a ox was pulled up on the field, but saw the "old -fashioned" straw hat, holding the hysteresis rope, from the inside to the outside, from the outside, and the ground, crushing the earth after the land. , Hometown people call it "tight field". After eating (afternoon meal), I saw a brand new large venue in front of the eyes. It was flat, clean, hard, and filled with fragrant soil. The ground is very conspicuous. The big field is complete, and the cutting wheat is a day or two.

Early in the morning of the collection of Mai, the men and women and children of each households went to the ground, and the steamed buns opened water tea. Open the sickle! But seeing the Lord's Labor dancing wheat sickle, sweating like rain, the speed of cutting wheat was amazing. In the afternoon, but when I saw the wheat bundle full of the shelf, it was pulled to the large field and stacked.

Get the wheat to catch up with the weather. If you harvest slowly and encounter rainy days, the wheat will bud, and the one -year harvest is gone.

If the weather is fine, the obtained wheat will be crushed at the fastest speed, that is, "crushing the field". The cattle or tractor pulls the wheat that crushes over and over and over again. Every time you crush it for a while, you must "turn around". It's right. When installing new wheat, everyone should ask the owner's house concerned: how many bags did you play this year! Intersection

For our children, the happiest things in those days were the "Tibetan Mama Hu" in the Mai Moju in the evening, and hollowed out the middle of the wheat tunnel next to each other, drilled in, and watched the little friends in the small partner. When I ran past and I couldn't find myself hidden in the grass, that fun! I can't help laughing so far.

Author: Siming

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