A word of praise for the stone mill

I went home the day before yesterday and saw the stone mill in the yard. It is piled in the middle of the brick pile, covered with grass, and my childhood memories are turning in front of my eyes.

When I was a child, there was a stone mill in the northeast corner of my kitchen. During the slack season, many people in the village will come to my house to grind food. Because my kitchen area is not large, I can't use donkeys to pull the mill, I can only choose people to push it.

Therefore, those villagers who don't keep animals at home love to grind noodles in my house. My mother is very gentle, very kind to people and gets along well with everyone.

At that time, my father was working in other places, and everything at home was piled on my mother. Fortunately, my brother and sister were sensible and took time to help my mother do what she could, so that the overworked mother could have a rest.

When there is no noodles at home, dry the cleaned food and put it on a millstone. We help mother to grind the plate. At first, we were in high spirits and counted around. Later, when we were tired and didn't want to work, we found various excuses to rest. My mother just smiled and then went to grind the plate herself.

Later, when the conditions were all good, I took my donkey to my neighbor's house to grind noodles, which reduced a lot, but finally I gave him some wheat bran as compensation for them.

Then came the dough beater. The stone mill gradually withdrew from the historical stage and was forgotten in the corner. Few people pay attention to them, so it is a little inconvenient to be a stepping stone. It is conceivable that once a person has no place to use, is it just like a stone mill?

It makes me sad to see the stone mill. In the past, the hardships of farmers' life and physical exhaustion led to poor health and injuries in their old age. My mother is one of them. She left us before the age of 80, leaving us only sadness and memories.

Seeing the stone mill also reminds me of the happy time with my mother. At that time, although we were naughty, we were sensible and brought a lot of laughter to our mother. It is our pride to overcome many difficulties for our mother and become a mother when we grow up.