Do you have any memories of cutting wheat as a child?

I have, gnashing my teeth, tired but happy.

Do you have any memories of cutting wheat when you were a child? For decades, I am from Chifeng, Inner Mongolia, and have just settled in the Great Northern Wilderness. I was very excited when I saw the wheat to be harvested in autumn. Golden sea of wheat, the harvest is in sight. On the day of sickle cutting, everyone was sharpening their fists. The first time I cut wheat, I was not convinced. I stood still, and everyone was fighting for it. The old farmer took his time and kept the rules, twelve seedlings. The packaged wheat was not standard and was soon left behind. In the afternoon, my leg was pushed and my back ached. It's really not easy. The next day, I summed up the lesson, spread my legs, tried my best, and finished with six knives. I didn't panic, but it's really much better. Get along for a few days. Farmers are manual workers, but at that time everyone was very happy together. In the afternoon, there are rice and corn.

Yes, and it is an unforgettable memory!

I was born in Beiyuan rural area, Guanxi prefecture, a family that has been farming for generations. The land there is very flat, and the "National 10,000 mu Sprinkling Irrigation Experimental Site" is in our place in the 1970s. The main crop is wheat, and the wheat fields in the mature season are sparkling, endless and beautiful.

Wheat is a new year's crop, which grows in the field for a long time. When the wheat is ripe, it is important to cut the wheat with a sickle. Generally, you have to go to the market two or three weeks in advance to make preparations, mainly to repair and buy farm tools for wheat cutting, and then cut a few pounds of meat for home preparation, which is a celebration.

I remember when I was eleven or twelve years old, my father gave me a sickle and solemnly told me that from this year on, you should learn to cut wheat from me and tell me some essentials with lively gestures. For example, the waist should be bent low, the sickle should be held firmly, and there is no hurry and no panic. Wait a minute.

I listened and learned, and I was very happy, as if I were an adult from now on. To encourage me, my mother made me a bowl of white sugar soaked in water, and I ate it like a bar mitzvah. She also reminded me of some safety precautions and asked me to follow my father on the road.

I was left-handed at work and didn't bend over. I didn't cut it a few times. The sickle slipped on the straw and made a big hole in my right calf, bleeding profusely. My father was very angry, thinking that I had humiliated him, and asked my brother to take me home quickly and cut his wheat without looking back.

When I got home, the conditions were poor and I didn't know how to disinfect it. My mother gave me a simple bandage and it was over. As a result, the leg became inflamed and swollen like a jar the next day. On the third day, there was still pus. Cutting wheat is a way to snatch food from Longkou. At this time, this kind of thing is the most feared at home. Not only did I not cut the wheat, but I also delayed my brother from taking me to see a doctor. My father is very unhappy.

Rural people call young people who can't do farm work "yellow waist guest", and I have since fallen into the reputation of "yellow waist guest". My father is a good hand in agriculture. People who thought I lost him never looked at me again. I left a finger-egg-sized scar about 20 cm above my right leg and foot, which became the mark of my life's shame.

When I was young in my hometown, I didn't cut wheat. However, my grandmother took several grandchildren to pick wheat ears in the field. Grandma encouraged her to pick it up, and when it was finished, she went back to steam white flour buns.

Children in the countryside are really happy. They walk barefoot during the wheat harvest. They catch slugs and frogs in the fields and cook a pot.

The wheat harvest season in our childhood is full of dreamy colors. After helping adults carry tea leaves to the fields, our friends began to look for wild leeks and catch frogs everywhere. Frogs at that time were not like babies now. We hold sticks in our hands. When we smoke, we string them together with the barb of poplar sticks in the other hand ... We smoke them one by one, and put them in the bag if we can't lift them. One year, my father killed a rabbit surrounded by others with a sickle and let me eat rabbit meat beautifully.

I haven't had such happy memories since junior high school. We must hold the sickle ourselves.

The crotch is open, my feet are firmly fixed, my right hand holds the sickle, my left hand holds the straw sinking, the straw rotates from left to inside, three sickles fly back and forth, and then I put a big hug on the wheat ... I cut the wheat like my father, but I can catch up with my mother, but I can't catch up with my father. He is the captain, and few people can catch up with him in farm work.

After returning to school after a seven-day busy farm holiday, many students were so tired that they stripped off their clothes. The teacher asked us to write about the experience and harvest of busy farming. I wrote the following words:

When I was a child, I had a holiday when I was busy with farming. I harvested a pot of delicious chicken soup, full of oil and light.

This busy holiday, I received a sharp sickle, three sickles and a handful of fallen wheat, damn it! My waist is festering, and I can't stand the pain now!

The teacher read my mind here and the whole class burst into laughter.

A classmate stood up and said to me, "you stupid thing, I won't let it get back pain." .

"Bullshit!" I glared at him. "You are definitely a big straw bag. You must be the last one to lay duck eggs.

hahaha. The students laughed at the lazy classmate.

This is the memory of my childhood wheat cutting, and I have never forgotten it.

80 years ago, all rural people cut wheat.

I remember when I was a child, more than eight years ago, because it was the northern region (Inner Mongolia), wheat was planted in front of Tomb-Sweeping Day in spring, and it didn't mature until mid-July. At that time, there was no harvester, and it was all by manpower. In order to plant Chinese cabbage in the next season, many farmers pull up the wheat when there is dew at three or four o'clock in the morning. Instead of cutting it with a sickle, they pull it up by hand, shake off the soil at the roots and tie it into bundles. The purpose of this is: first, sow Chinese cabbage directly before July 20, so there is no need to turn over the land; Second, there is no wheat stubble, and the Chinese cabbage field is convenient for weeding management. At that time, we were all vegetable farmers. At that time, the wheat planting area was not large, and wheat was planted for our own rations or rotation. We plant 2 or 3 mu of wheat at most, and this practice will not work if the area is large. Now, farmers are mechanized.

Yes, of course. Ye Chao said many times in his reply that our hometown is not a cotton-producing and wheat-producing area. The variety of grain produced is single, and it is a rice producing area. Less land and more paddy fields, mainly planting rice. Less land, less wheat. A small amount of land is planted with sweet potatoes, wheat, rape and barley. There are not many kinds of rapeseed, so there is less oil. Barley is mainly distributed to members' homes to cope with the lack of green and yellow, and some of it is reserved for malt. Grind into porridge and eat fried noodles. Wheat, each family is divided into dozens of kilograms, ground into powder, mixed with noodle soup, and rolled into noodles. Planting sweet potatoes in highlands is mainly to solve the problem of food shortage.

Although there are not many wheat fields, I will definitely take part in wheat cutting. The wheat harvest is mainly a "sudden" person. That "ah" person, dialect, does not have that word. Generally wear long sleeves with tight cuffs. The neck is tightly buckled and a towel is wrapped around it. Mainly to prevent the fine ash of wheat awn from invading, which will be very, very itchy. Uncomfortable, some people have allergic skin, and they will itch and get pimples in a large area. Master Chao has always had a dark and rough skin, but he is not afraid of being rude to people. Even if the neck is covered with wheat awn ash, it won't itch. When cutting wheat, it began to sweat, for fear of losing people, many people were afraid to wipe their sweat. Go home and rest at noon, take a bath in the pond first, carry your clothes in your hands and wear only a pair of shorts. Go back to lunch barefoot.

In the past, it was women who beat wheat and used lotus flail. Now you can buy it in rural markets and use it to fight rapeseed, mung beans and soybeans. Then came the thresher and the rice thresher. After dinner, I went to the threshing floor of the production team to beat wheat. Male laborers use machinery, and female laborers carry wheat shops. Others, pick up the beaten wheat shop, shake it and carry it away. This wheat delivery shop was built by experts. Playing gongs and selling sugar, each doing a line, with a clear division of labor. The wheat grains taken out are transported to another place to be spread out and dried. Due to the lack of wheat, harvesting and threshing were completed in a few days. After drying in the sun, each household will divide a little and pick it directly to the mill for grinding. You can eat new noodle soup and homemade noodle soup.

In order to grab the harvest, mom and dad each pulled a cart to pull wheat. After the Dragon Boat Festival, the moon at night is getting longer and brighter day by day, and it is cool to pull wheat at night. One car is loaded and the other car is loaded, so I jump on the axle of the loaded car. I was dragged down when I jumped into the shaft, and then the car was crushed under me. My parents were scared. Now that I think about it, I didn't help. I just screwed up. Dad left this spring, and I miss it!

Yes When I was a teenager, I cut wheat, and I drove qianzi to cut wheat quickly. Later, I felt too tired, so I changed places with others. The fourth cut is called pulling the wheel. As a result, I finally got farther and farther away, and I felt no confidence in this situation. At that time, I remembered one thing about doing morning exercises at school. Because I am small, I always stand at the top of the queue and follow the team. I ran fast and took the right steps. Once I'm late, it's hard to run behind. These two situations look the same.