What was it like growing up in grandma's house (Part I)

When I was a child, my uncle often teased me and said, do you remember when you were more than a month old? It's rainy season in Mao Mao. I am riding a March 8th bicycle, your aunt is holding you in the back seat, farmers are sowing seedlings in the fields, and sparse plum trees are sprouting on the slope in front of the village. So you came to grandma's house.

Later, my grandmother told me that I had just been weaned for more than a month when I first arrived at their home. I am often too hungry to sleep and cry at night. She can only feed me rice noodles at night. Later, when I was older, she bought me a spoonful of cod liver oil to feed me. My hair is beginning to shine. When I was less than three years old, I was particularly round and tall among children of the same age.

I grew up listening to this romantic and legendary story, and I feel very unusual. It seems that there is a halo to protect my healthy growth. This confidence continues to this day, and I always feel lucky.

The time when I grew up in my grandmother's house was also accompanied by many interesting things.

At that time, my little uncle was menstruating and not married. My little uncle is studying in the county, and he will go home to stay from time to time. There are all kinds of good books hidden in the drawer of his room, but he won't let me open them for fear that I will make trouble.

In contrast, menstruation is closer to home. At that time, she was still a beautiful girl. Young men have come to propose marriage in all ten miles and eight townships, and she often receives all kinds of love letters. She sometimes shows it to me, even though I can't read.

Later, a young man in the city often came to see Xiaojing, and I was very sad to hear that Xiaojing was going to fall in love and get married. I don't want my period. Jr. won't accompany me to the city. But every time that young man comes to grandma's house, he brings a bag of candy paper, which is full of sesame seeds. It is sweet and chewy. I can't resist the sweet temptation of candy paper. Every time I heard that he was approaching the village entrance, he jumped up to meet him. Before he arrived at grandma's house, the candy paper had already entered my mouth. Now that he has been bought off, I have not worked so hard. Later, the young man with the candy paper became my little uncle.

And my uncle's drawer, until one day he forgot to lock it, I found the secret inside. It turned out that he was secretly saving money. I looked at a dime from yuan to jiao and had a bad idea. I secretly took the largest denomination, ran to the snack bar of the village party secretary's house, and bought some spicy strips and a whole gourd doll sticker. When I finished eating spicy strips with satisfaction, I was afraid to come in with a sticker. I only heard my uncle lose his temper at home and say that I was rummaging through things. When he saw me, he criticized me very severely, told me that this behavior was wrong, and threatened to lock me up if I took other people's things casually in the future. At this point, I understood the consequences of stealing from others and never committed it again.

My menstrual period often jokes that I don't know if my sister will blame her because my sister slapped my aunt for me.

It is said that when I was three or four years old, I followed my sister and aunt one day to herd cattle in the open space in front of the village. My aunt is busy mowing pig grass and let my sister look after her. At that time, in the cellar of Shengxing countryside, potatoes, sweet potatoes and cabbages that could not be eaten in winter were placed underground, and the holes were covered with straw. When it is taken out in spring, it is fresh and crisp. There are several such sweet potato cellars in that vacant lot. When I was a child, I just felt that the straw on the grass looked soft and comfortable, so I sat down in the cellar. The cellar was dark and cold, and I cried with fear. My aunt heard the crying and found that I was not there, and the straw on the sweet potato cellar on the ground was gone. She knew that I had fallen into the cellar, and she was scared out of her wits. She was so anxious that she scolded my sister for not taking it seriously and slapped her.

Fortunately, a nearby family heard her sister's cry for help, and the little uncle quickly moved a ladder to the depths of the cellar. When I walked down step by step, I found that I lifted me up and I walked out of the dark and humid place. It is said that sweet potato pits lack oxygen. If I come late, I may suffocate. In order to thank my uncle for his help, they joked that when I grew up, I would promise to be his son's wife.

Now many years later, my aunt will still mention this matter. I only feel guilty about hurting my sister's slap. Every time I think of early marriage as a child, I also feel funny. Although it is a joke between neighbors, I often think, how is my uncle now? Did his son marry a wife?

Before the spring of March, the sun was warm and people began to shed their heavy coats. It was time to start picking rapeseed.

In the village, the whole family often goes out together. The terraces in front of the village are very lively, covered with bamboo mats and stacked kettles, and there are groups of children running and playing everywhere. Grandpa and uncles are responsible for pulling out rapeseed and piling it on bamboo mats. At this time, rapeseed is ripe and easy to peel. Little menstruation and grandma are busy stepping rapeseed out of the rapeseed shell. Now, there is a rustling sound on the high rapeseed pile. Rapeseed is black and small, shiny, and has been peeled off from the shell and gathered into a small ball. Sometimes I step on it, and sometimes I stop to grab a handful of rapeseed and slip it from my other hand. I think the slide is very interesting.

The sunshine in March warmed everyone, and it became hotter and hotter when people stepped on it. There are piles of cotton trousers in the field, children are running around, scrambling to catch a butterfly they have just seen, and adults are also discussing the harvest of rapeseed this year, and how to cook rapeseed better after pressing.

(To be continued)