How do you feel about breaking corn?

You can describe the hard process of peeling corn, and then sigh that food comes from a difficult and sublimated theme.

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Autumn and October are the seasons for corn harvest. Grandma's family has a lot of land. My mother and I spent a week going to grandma's house to help peel corn.

Corn stalks straighten their backs, presenting people with full grains. The breeze blew and set off layers of golden waves. How beautiful! Many people in the field are shuttling back and forth, busy breaking the ears of corn and transporting them home.

At grandma's house, grandma, grandpa and uncle are busy peeling corn. There is a lot of corn in the open space in front of the door, which is more than one meter high. A corn is tightly packed together, some are lying on it horizontally, some are upright, and some are leaning against other corn. Looking at the corn lying on it, I feel a little unconvinced. When I shook, I fell down, and everything on it fell off, just like sliding on a slide.

I moved a stool and began to help. Every corn seems to be afraid of the cold, wearing several clothes, wrapped thick and strong. I peeled off their clothes layer by layer and smoothed them together. At this time, corn became an explosive hairstyle. I learned from my grandmother's appearance and pulled out half of this "hair", leaving only a "braid" as a shelf.

It is really not easy to do this job. I can't do it without peeling four or five. My little hand is red and painful. It's too hard. At this time, I found a lot of bad corn, and some bugs were still hiding in the corn to steal food. My brother and I set up a "pest protection team" to catch pests.

We found the first bug, which was still eating when it was dying, so we used the "stake" on it. It was painfully turned over, tortured to death, and finally cremated to ashes. We also used "hanging" and "waterboarding" on some bugs. Up to now, there is still a prisoner in our puddle!

I am really happy today, and I feel very rewarding. After this labor experience, I deeply realized the meaning of "every grain is hard". How tired is the farmer's uncle to get a bumper harvest? I must cherish the grain and never waste it again.