Picking beans in the countryside is interesting.

"Call mom, I'm exhausted! The sun is so fierce, when can we go back? " Standing on the field, I stretched myself and muttered, "Soon, soon, you can pick up a bag." Mother stood opposite the big clump of broad beans, comforting. Alas!

On a hard weekend, my mother dragged me to the field, saying it was "voluntary labor" and asked me to pick broad beans. To put it mildly, it's actually torturing me. Think about it, in such a poisonous and fierce sun, you not only have to expose yourself to the sun, but also risk being bitten by unknown insects in the field to pick broad beans. Who can stand it? If it weren't for my little glutton, I would easily "take the bait" when my mother said "the broad beans I picked were tender and delicious", otherwise, I wouldn't let my mother's "plot" succeed. Look! Now, I have been in the endless fields, and it is useless to say anything. There is no way. I don't know anything about picking broad beans, so I can only "treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor".

First of all, my mother showed me how to hold the root of broad bean in one hand, and the thumb and forefinger of the other hand hold the small and thin stem of broad bean. With a gentle pinch, a small and exquisite piece of broad bean will appear in my mother's hand like a "ripe melon". Soon, she will have a handful in her hand.

Seeing that my mother is so skilled, I can't stand it anymore, so I'm ready to show it off if I'm not tempted. Just as I was planning my wishful thinking, my mother's voice came: "Ningning, can you do it?" Don't stay on the ground until you pay a few debts! Young people nowadays can't bear hardships. The more bitter you are, the more enterprising you are, so that you can benefit a lot! Do you understand? ""well, mom, stop nagging! I'm not a three-year-old child. I wouldn't do such a thing! Wait and see! " Looking at my mother's face, I said nothing and began to work hard. Hum! I want my mother to know that her daughter is not a vegetarian.

At first, because I was a novice, I picked beans slowly and often picked them, which made my mother dumbfounded. I have never seen anyone who can't pick beans, and I have never seen such a savage one. Poor broad beans! Later, I grabbed a handful casually, and even pulled out a whole big broad bean with roots and soil, taking away the fruits of the farmer's uncle's hard work.

Ruined! This method is also very easy to use, and the efficiency has been greatly improved. I smiled from ear to ear, and later felt sorry, because many small broad beans and bean sprouts that had just grown were still stuck in the branches. If I pull them out, it is equivalent to "understanding" them. Without the supply of soil nutrients, they will die. What's the difference between doing this and hurting life?

No way, then, I changed my tactics-honestly pick. Not bad. Walking and picking all the way, my speed is getting faster and faster, and my bag is getting full. Sadly, the sun seems to be coming to join in the fun, becoming more and more fierce and there are more and more bugs. Coincidentally, growing up, I was most afraid of basking in the sun and those inexplicable bugs. Today, they are together. It's really a disaster for me!

So, I can only speed up, "brush, brush" and listen carefully. The sound of picking beans is also divided into beautiful music! About an hour later, my mother and I got together, and everyone was holding their own "fruits of labor". In contrast, haha, I am still slightly better. It seems that the difference between novice and veteran is so much. ...

Then, we will return home with a full load in the breeze! I believe that after this experience, I can understand the hardship of the farmer's uncle better than usual. I also believe that the broad beans picked today will be the sweetest, most fragrant and most delicious ones I have ever eaten.

In the evening, I was lying in bed, thinking about the interesting things about picking beans in the morning, and a faint smile was raised at my mouth.