Thinking of busy farming and looting.

This year, my father contracted 10 mu of land and planted double-cropping rice. Although farming in my hometown has long been different from the past, every time I talk about double robbing on the phone and talking about tens of thousands of kilograms of rice collected at home, my father is always very happy and has a sense of pride at work.

Double grab, as the name implies, is to harvest early rice first and then insert late rice seedlings. I still remember that when I was a child, the double snatch was just after the summer vacation. It was midsummer, and the sun came out and it was very hot. It was the season of sowing, and it was the drive of every household to do things. My brother and I are always woken up from our sleep at four or five o'clock to help us with our work. It's not so hot in the morning, it's much more efficient and people are not so tired. Later, we learned that mom and dad actually got up at two or three o'clock and went to the field to collect a few loads, which was the wake-up call for our two brothers.

At that time, the time for double robbing was generally half a month, and the time for farming was about a week. It's the season again, and no one wants to fall behind when the household bucket comes out. The one or two who first completed the task of rushing to the beach did not say anything on the surface, but between words and deeds, they all revealed a sense of pride-rich family and large labor force.

When my brother and I were still in primary school, we began to really participate in the "double robbing". Of course, at the beginning, there were not many things we children could do, such as not tying seedlings tightly, not transplanting rice properly, not stepping on the thresher high enough, not cutting rice fast enough, and often hurting our fingers. What we are fully capable of doing is "delivering food", but what I can't stand most is "delivering food". Just cut the straw, no matter how big the sun is, its edges are stuck in the arm, itchy and painful, which is really something that a teenager can laugh it off. When harvesting early rice, my father is responsible for carrying the millet ashore and stepping on the thresher. My mother usually cuts rice, leaves home, dries millet, and chooses time to cook for us. We two brothers usually start to help cut rice. Father set up the threshing machine, and we took turns to help him step on the threshing machine. One handed the rice and the other two were responsible for carrying water home from the well.

After experiencing the "double robbing" in the countryside, I realized that this is a technical job. Threshing and drying rice is a necessity for every household. The tool of rice threshing is a threshing machine, which drives the drum filled with N-shaped gears completely by stepping on the foot. Adults firmly grasp the bottom of the "straw handle" and let the ears of rice rub on the rotating gear to achieve the effect of separating the ears of rice. In this process, four people deliver and feed, at least one person "leaves the grain (puts the rice in the thresher barrel into the laundry list)", and another person has to send a cart of rice (commonly known as "Maogu") home. When a link is understaffed, others will stop to help or wait. For such a complete team, the standard is six people, and the efficiency of each person in one day is probably to harvest seven acres of rice. That's when I really realized what many hands make light work.

Double snatch is a technical job, which can't be done by two hands alone. In the village, from the beginning of spring, every household will look for partners, and several adults will join hands to revitalize this farming. Your family will receive two acres today, and his family will receive three acres tomorrow. After harvesting, they use their spare time to dry rice, bundle grass and fetch water, which is their lunch break or evening arrangement. Food is naturally eaten at work, and food is not particular. Fried meat with Chili peppers should be an ancestral dish. If you are generous and can spare time, the host family will try to kill chickens and fish to improve the food; Our family is poor, and only these days can we eat the delicious food on weekdays.

In the first few years, every family used cattle to plow the fields. At that time, there were four processes to be done: ploughing, stepping, rolling and leveling. Seedlings can only be planted after ploughing. It is essential to take care of and feed the cattle breeder, so "herding cattle" has become the "main business" after my brother and I finish our homework in the slack season, and my sister is responsible for the double robbing. Because the plains are full of crops, there are few wasteland, and there are not many places where cattle can go. At most, they are driven to the drainage ditch in the field, and the cows stand in the ditch and lick the grass on both sides of the ditch.

Agricultural mechanization is a very slow process, but every small progress is tantamount to a relieved liberation for every farmer facing the loess.

I can't remember when diesel engines were used in the village. Although it is still necessary to feed the food manually, there is no need to work hard at the foot, saving most of the effort. This is a great gospel for a person who is desperately trying to catch up with the solar terms and engage in double robbing. I clearly remember that when my father stepped on the threshing machine, his expression was serious and stubborn. Viewed from the side, his lips are slightly parted, he is out of breath, and he feels a little self-righteous. It's a pity that our family has never used a diesel engine.

When threshing, when three or five baskets of chaff were packed, my father was busy sending the chaff home and spreading it in the sun, and my mother picked up a sickle to cut rice. At this time, my brother and I had many tricks, such as piling straw for convenience or catnap, catching a dragonfly or frog, catching loach and stinging eel in wet rice fields, soaking our feet in a full aqueduct and so on. When we feel almost relaxed, or after being summoned by adults, go back to adults and do something we can.

Teenagers do farm work only to bring them out to understand the working process, and they can't be expected to complete the assigned tasks on the day they get together. When I was thirteen or fourteen, I began to understand that my parents knew how to compete. As long as I go out to work, I try my best to do it, one after another, and I never feel lazy again. When all the rice in a paddy field is harvested home, the father's business is to pick the rice home, then dismantle the thresher and go to the upstream to take care of the water; Mother's business is to go home and dry rice in Maogu, but also to cook the rice well; My brother and I have the task of dragging straw onto the ridge of the field to temporarily avoid water. At night, my father went to fetch water from the field, and we watched the water in the open space in front of and behind the house, dragging the straw home to dry.

Dragging straw is a relatively easy but highly skilled job. Teenagers can basically do it, but they will break up because they are not careful and don't work hard. The hardness of straw is related to the variety of rice. The most difficult thing to dry is the hard hybrid rice straw. Some rice straws of japonica rice and glutinous rice become very soft after an hour or two of exposure. When my father was threshing millet, he always picked an empty place to bundle straw into a scarecrow, then threw the scarecrow out, let the bottom spread out as much as possible, and stood in the ground like a terracotta warrior to dry as much as possible.

People say that "the child's face changed in June", which is absolutely true. In my impression, when we are tired and working in the fields like dogs, the hot sun overhead disappears in a blink of an eye and is replaced by dark clouds rolling all over the sky, and the wind and rain are coming. During the double robbing period, rice is usually dried in the grain field at home. When the weather changes suddenly, people in the field will immediately run back to grab rice. This sudden weather change is called "rainstorm". The rain may last only a few minutes, up to 20 minutes, but the rice to be dried can't stand a minute of heavy rain. Our rice fields are not far from home, and the most is more than a mile. As soon as the weather changed, everyone ran home at a speed of 100 meters. I did this kind of double robbery for seven or eight years, until I went to secondary school in the city and my brother went to high school in the county. It is gratifying that the double robbery in my hometown is progressing day by day, and my parents who are reluctant to let go of their land are no longer so tired.

I can't remember what year it was, and my father told me with joy: when my hometown was reformed, the fields were widened, young people went out to work, and less land was cultivated. Later, Sannong Company contracted most of the fields in the village and invited many harvesters.

However, the current situation of farming in rural areas is generally like this: only a few young and strong laborers have other things to do at home or nearby, and the rice fields are not deserted. Most people rent their land to three rural companies or large farmers in this area at the price of 400 kilograms per year. Dozens or even hundreds of acres of fertile land contracted by large agricultural households were robbed in one to three days with machinery. Some places where people have to use labor are also old people from farmers' families in abel tamata, so that both sides can benefit from each other and benefit from these fields.

Years of farming civilization-double robbing, has become the mainstream under the non-mainstream in this "land of fish and rice"; Although people struggle for their own lives in various ways, land is the cornerstone and foundation, and food is the lifeblood of human survival. Both are indispensable. We will always be proud: workers are the sons of the earth and work gloriously.

The current "double robbing" is similar to the working mode of city people working from nine to five, and it was completed in just a few days. Compared with the eighties and nineties, there has been an earth-shaking improvement. My father's physique has long been unable to bear the hunched farm work, but those scenes are still vivid, reminding me to keep my feet on the ground and never forget to return to my roots.