Hate threshing millet

Go back to my hometown on August 12th. I finally got online today and didn't find anything special. Let me tell you.

On the afternoon of August 11, there was heavy thunder but light rain, and a few raindrops were sprinkled. Since the 1st, except for the day of the 11th, not a drop of rain has fallen from the sky. When I returned to my hometown, I saw that only a few farmers were harvesting millet. My family also had a fight in the morning, and I took part in carrying millet in the afternoon. Originally, the two fields could not be completed, so I did the work and my mother cut them, and they were completed relatively easily. Even though I was sweating, I felt so refreshed all over my body. The next day I went to a far away field and carried 5 picks from morning to noon. Fortunately, it was a downhill road and I only had a break in the middle. I put a towel on my shoulders, but my shoulders didn't feel much. It was hot in the afternoon, so I only played two picks. It ended on the morning of the third day. It was an area of ??4 picks. I just cut for half an hour in the afternoon on the first day. I didn't participate in the cutting, I was only responsible for the burden. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to endure it. I knew that this work would take several days. Only one field was plowed on the afternoon of the 13th. It was cloudy on the 15th, and the harvest was great that day. I took 8 picks. After beating it, you have to dry it in the sun, turn it over once, and sweat all over. In order to prevent heatstroke, you drink three bowls of "ten drops of water" every day. I am soaked in sweat every day. Maybe I love sweating, and there is nothing to do with a towel for half a day. It’s also because the temperature is 38 or 39 degrees every day. The house in my hometown is built on stone. In addition, there is no shelter and the sun shines for a long time. In the afternoon, it is warm enough upstairs, and people can’t stay there at all. Normally I don't go upstairs either. If you sleep on a cool bed, you will sweat even on the cool bed. Later, the cool bed was given to my mother's niece, and I slept on the bench where I ate, almost losing my wallet. Then he slept on wooden boards with bamboo mats.

This time I harvested rice, and I had a deeper impression than before. I had gone back to harvest before, but I always had relatives and friends to help me, and it was over in two or three days. I mainly pick grains and prepare meals. The year before last, I went to study in Changsha, Hunan, and escaped for a season. Last year, I had to work overtime at school, so I only went back to work for two days. This time, the weather was so hot that many people felt sad, but I worked for six days, picking millet, drying the millet, and making meals. Life has become "open", and almost every meal has meat. I even made Douhua by myself. I haven’t done it in a few years, so it was just a refresher. The result was pretty good. I had chicken and bean curd in the evening, fried fish-flavored shredded pork, and winter melon braised pork ribs. After reviewing them, I almost forgot the technique. I was still busy taking some time off, taking some photos of the rice harvest and some interesting photos of my niece eating.

I washed up after dinner. I went to Shibazi to watch the stars. The stars were very sparse a few days ago, and there was lightning in the distance. Last night, the stars were shining brightly, and the Milky Way appeared. It was the day when the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl met on the Bird Bridge. It was already the last day of the sixth month in the lunar calendar. July 7th was only seven days away. Thinking about the world, there may be love. We are separated in two places, but it is a blessing to be able to see each other once a year. I still remember when I was a child, several of our friends were playing hide-and-seek among the grain piles, listening to the old people telling stories about how the firewood boy was filial to his parents, and about the kind man in "Xiong Ga Po" who was eaten by wolves, etc. Every day, I go out wearing the morning glow, half of my body is wet with dew, and I carry a load of millet to watch the sunset go to the west. This scene is somewhat beautiful, somewhat sad and charming.

Harvest days are also lonely days. I am bored and can’t sleep every day, so I have a lot of time to sleep, from 1pm to 5pm. You can sleep from 10pm to 7am. I had no choice but to listen to music on my phone to pass the time. Occasionally, friends send text messages and greetings, which are quite touching.

This year’s crops are not good either. Most of them encountered rice planthoppers in the early stages. In addition, there was too much rain. The leaves were good but the rice ears were small and varied between green and yellow. I heard that the professional threshing team, with 5 people per bucket, costs 180 yuan per person per day. It is true that farmers cannot afford it, so they all work alone, one person, two people, and rarely three or four people. One person can do all the cutting, beating, picking and drying. One can imagine how hard and complicated it is. In my family, my father is the main force, and my mother will do the cutting after she has finished feeding the family animals. I will do the work full-time, which is always better than just one person. I always hear in my mind, "It's noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping on the soil. Who knows that every grain of food on the plate is hard work." In the countryside, I didn't use the Internet for six days, and I didn't even watch TV. If I couldn't do it, I'd better play with my mobile phone. That is, listening to music. It seems that you can still live without the computer. Is it good for people to reduce radiation? Or is it because people sweat more when they exercise a lot, and their bodies feel normal than when they are playing games? Even if I didn't sleep well, my energy was still good. After finishing my work this morning, I returned to the city. There are still two fields of millet in my heart, but I have to take care of my own affairs here, which is somewhat difficult to do.

To be honest, I was a little bit reluctant to leave the land and say goodbye to my parents. I wanted to leave but still stayed. In the city, I had lunch and took a rest before returning to Fubao in a hurry. After traveling for a week, I came back to my little house in a circle.

In the early autumn of 2012, in the scorching heat of autumn, I had the experience of going back to the countryside to harvest rice. Looking at the harvesters with their faces facing the loess and their backs to the sky, there was not much expression of joy on their faces.

How much money can you make by growing crops for one season? Maybe if you are good, you can earn some hard-earned money, but if not, you won’t even know where the hard-earned money is? Of course, I went to carry nearly 40 loads of millet, but I can’t count the money. Let the sweat flow, let it flow, as long as it’s not tears.