The story of changing grain

My hometown is in the northern mountainous area of Guanzhong. Ten years ago, I lived by the weather. Before 1980s, due to objective reasons such as low productivity, the phenomenon of hungry people has become the norm.

People often say that there is no way out, relying on mountains to eat mountains and relying on water to eat water. The land here is unreliable, but bauxite, iron ore, copper sulfate, humus coal, clay and other resources in the mountains are very rich, but they have not been developed and utilized. Only the development of clay has created economic value for the local area.

Clay is the raw material for firing ceramics, and all kinds of coarse porcelain such as pots and pans fired here have long enjoyed a good reputation in Weibei area. When the seasons are slack or green and yellow, the villagers buy some porcelain in partnership and help each other to pull it to Pucheng and Weinan for consumption. At that time, the road was narrow and steep, the road surface was not completely hardened, and the traffic conditions were extremely poor. Few people go out alone. But there are exceptions, unless absolutely necessary.

That year, just in the spring, people were still a little busy. There is a villager named Wang, whose family has a large population and has been short of food and clothing for a long time. He can't contact anyone else. The couple asked the captain of the production team for a few days off and loaded a car with small goods. The couple went out to change food alone.

It's chilly in spring, with a little light snow in the first half of the month, and the shady slope road surface has not been completely thawed. When the road climbed a steep slope in Pucheng, the car skidded and the urn took people down the deep ditch, and his wife was killed on the spot by the cinerary casket film. Wang lived as a bachelor all his life. Since Wang's accident, no one has dared to go out alone for food.

When I was thirteen, I took a leave of absence. My father made an appointment with several uncles in the village to exchange food. This time, my father decided not to let my mother go. Dad said, "Boys are thirteen years old and have not eaten idle meals for ten years. They should go out to exercise and let them know that food is hard to come by and better adapt to society in the future." Mother prepared dry food and water for our father and son, and we pulled a shelf full of porcelain goods, and formed a team of shelf cars with the uncles in the village and set off for the south.

On the way, although I was very tired, I felt very curious and not lonely at all. Uncle and uncle sometimes talk and laugh, and sometimes shout a few words of old Shaanxi opera. What impressed me most was a song they wrote and sang. I still clearly remember the lyrics: "The south bridge slope is long and long, pulling the big urn for food." The old man's doll burst into tears and looked forward to the food famine. ..... "Until now, this song still haunts my dream. When I think of this song, I can't help wetting my eyes.

Our party trudged forward, hungry, taking a break to eat dry food; Drink, take a big bowl to a nearby village and ask for a bowl of boiled water to drink; I found the scene at night and made do under the wheat pile in my hometown for one night. When encountering a steep slope, everyone Qi Xin worked together to push a car to the top of the slope, and then turned around and pushed the next car.

Stop and go, after a few days of long March. Our party finally arrived at Weinan's site. Here, the road is smooth, and everyone goes their separate ways.

The scorching sun sprayed flames overhead, and our father and son's clothes were already wet with sweat. There is smoke in our throat. If we can say one word clearly, we will never repeat two words. Our car stopped under a tree. Not far away, there is an old woman drawing water. My father asked me to drink a bowl of water and add some oil to my car.

I asked the old lady for a bowl of water and wolfed it down. Suddenly, the old woman grabbed a pinch of wheat bran and sprinkled it in my bowl, chanting, "What a great sin! Guilty! The baby was too young, and she was released to suffer this kind of punishment. Blow and drink, drink slowly. " I blew for a long time and finished this bowl of water. This is the dirtiest and most delicious water I have ever drunk in my life.

At other times, the old woman scooped me a bowl of water and sprinkled some wheat bran for my father to drink.

The car was full of steam, and my father explained to me after drinking the water slowly: "The old woman is a great person. On such a hot day, we were thirsty for a long time. She was afraid that we would drink too much cold water and burst our lungs. " Father gave a long sigh, and then sighed, "There are still many good people in the world!" " "

The old woman called us to her house. She took out her own steamed buns and rolled out long thin noodles for us. We had a full meal.

After eating and drinking enough, the old woman asked the old man to call the villagers in the village and said to them, "Look at this poor baby. It's really distressing to come out to eat food so young. Everyone help, change the porcelain goods quickly, so that you can go back early and wait for the food to be done at home? " In less than half a ring, all our porcelain goods turned into food.

Two days after we got home, my uncles came back one after another. Father said that this was the most smooth time in his career of changing grain.

It's not what it used to be. It's really distressing and unbearable to see some people talking about the extravagance and waste on the tip of their tongue in the hotel! Only those who have been hungry since that time know the importance of food.