Interesting things about rural life

I am a junior high school graduate who grew up in the city. After I came to the country, I was eager to join the production team after two days of rest. Everything I see here is new and unfamiliar. After winter comes in the countryside, most of the work of farmers involves cleaning yards, plowing fields, and delivering manure...

Because I just came here, the assigned work was to follow the car and deliver manure. Working in a carriage makes me feel particularly happy. It is rare to have the opportunity to ride a carriage in the city. Even if you get on it, you will secretly lie on the back edge of the carriage. If you encounter annoying children, they will shout loudly: "Lie on the edge of the carriage, hang yourself, roll your arms first, Rolling legs behind." Once the car owner found out, he would either reprimand him loudly or scold him. Now that I sit in the car as a matter of course, I feel so beautiful. Since joining the workforce, my appetite has increased and I sleep better. Over the past few days, I gradually got to know the members, and the fight with the car boss was even more intense. As long as I was asked to hold the whip, let me touch the animals, I could do anything you asked me to do. Every day when work starts, horses must be hitched to the cart and water must be fetched for the animals. In the past, these were the jobs of the car owner, but since I started working with the car, this has become my job. The boss of the car always looked at me with a smile on his face while holding a dry pipe in his mouth, giving instructions and arranging to do this and that. After about a month, I quickly learned how to hitch a cart and unload animals, but I also made some jokes one after another. One morning, the harness for the carriage horse was missing. I searched everywhere but there was no trace. I was so anxious that I went to Uncle Sun, the owner of the carriage, and said, "Uncle Sun, the collar of the carriage horse is gone!" After hearing this, the boss was stunned at first. , and then asked with a smile, "What's gone?" He deliberately asked me to say it again for everyone to listen. I was speechless for a moment, but I couldn't name it, so I had to say "horse bib" again, and people listened, haha They burst out laughing, laughing so hard that they kept chanting "horse bibs". From then on, the joke about "horse bib" spread among the village and the production team. Later it spread to the brigade and the commune. Whenever I appear on relevant occasions, people will inevitably point fingers at me. This joke touched me a lot, and it accelerated my familiarity and use of various tools in the carriage. To this day, I can clearly tell its name and purpose according to the procedure. This modest foolery left a deep and indelible mark on my mind!

At that time, Chairman Mao called on the majority of students to go to the mountains and countryside to "receive the re-education of poor and lower-middle peasants." , constantly accepting new things and mastering new knowledge provides a valuable place. I remember that there was a movie called "Spring Sprouts" that showed a university professor talking about "the functions of horse tails" that was out of touch with reality. Although I am not a professor, I have also had this experience. It was June 1970. The mountains were covered with green grass. Cows, horses, donkeys, and sheep were scattered there gnawing on the grass. The shepherds were lying on the hillside basking in the warm sun. At that time, there was no grain and rice processing factory in our village. To grind rice and flour, in addition to stone grinding and stone grinding, we had to go to the grain and rice processing factory where Zidutai Commune is located fifteen miles away for processing. One day, Captain Lin of the production team asked me to process millet, and asked me to go to the mountains to find a donkey (that is, a male donkey) to carry the rice. When I came to the mountain and found the sheepherder and explained my purpose, he asked me: "Which donkey?" I thought about it for a long time and couldn't answer it, but I always felt that it was a male donkey, and I couldn't tell what to call it. I heard people say that in a herd of horses, male horses are called "son horses", so among donkeys, the males should be called "son donkeys". So I said to him, "Just use 'Donkey'!" "What is a donkey?" The sheepherder laughed and ran around on the mountain, shouting: "Donkey..." I begged him with shame on my face. , don’t tell anyone, but everyone knows it later.

I worked in the countryside for three years, where I learned a lot of knowledge that I couldn't learn in books, and I also made a lot of fools of myself. However, it laid the foundation for my long life in the future and added infinite fun to my memories every time. I love the vast world of the countryside, I also love the flavorful ordinary life in the countryside, and I love those simple and unpretentious farmers even more!