Appreciation of articles about wheat: the wheat is ripe

Whenever I see and smell wheat, my childhood memories will flood in, and the background will always be endless waves of wheat. That kind o

Appreciation of articles about wheat: the wheat is ripe

Whenever I see and smell wheat, my childhood memories will flood in, and the background will always be endless waves of wheat. That kind of muddled feelings, sneaking into the bottom of my heart, are fragrant and sweet, heavy and bitter.

In childhood, May and June are the harvest season and the most attractive season.

In mid-May, the wheat ears in the field are green and yellow, full, high-spirited and fragrant. We children can't stand this temptation the most. Call friends to the nearest wheat field, drag down an ear of wheat, rub hands together and take a long breath. The wheat husk was blown away, leaving only full grains of wheat lying quietly in his palm. I can't wait to put it in my mouth, and a sweet smell seeps into my heart. Chew it in your mouth for a while and you can chew it into bubble gum. The partners blow bubbles together to see who blows big, and the laughter and laughter float far and far with the ups and downs of the wheat waves. Adults pick up sickles, cut several sickles in their own wheat fields, knead wheat grains at home, sprinkle salt and fry them, giving children a rare enjoyment. That salty delicious food still lingers between my lips and teeth.

At the end of May, the wheat turned yellow, and under the sunshine, the fields were shining with golden light everywhere. Father packed up his own threshing floor in advance and rolled porcelain round and round with a stone bowl pulled by a cow. The threshing floor is a large flat land near the village, and each family in the team is divided into two parts to beat and dry wheat. ? Boil beans for a week and wheat for a day? At this time, my father would go to the field every day to see the wheat, break off an ear of wheat and rub it a few times, and blow out the wheat skin, leaving only the wheat grains in his hand. Chew the wheat in his mouth and you will know that the wheat is a little ripe. Mother took out the straw ropes and sickles that she had picked up after the wheat harvest in previous years, removed the weak straw ropes and added some wet straw. At that time, all the students were on wheat leave, so I rubbed straw ropes at home. At the age of seven or eight, the straw rope was passable. The sickle needs to be sharpened again before it can be used. Father is holding a sickle on the curved grindstone? Huh? Grinding back and forth, grinding the sickle into a shiny crescent, a pair? Sharpen your knife to pigs and sheep? Appearance. Mom should steam steamed bread in advance, prepare boiling water and wait for the wheat harvest.

Father gave the order? Cutting wheat? The whole family has entered the heyday of tooth extraction. Several acres of wheat at home should be harvested one sickle at a time. It was dark in the morning, summer insects were whispering, the moon was setting, and adults and children went into battle together and came to the field. The whole family lined up in the field, and the cat hunched over and attacked the wheat field. Bend down in the vast waves of wheat, bend down in the field, wave a sickle, and the wheat falls, and the ground behind you is neatly cut wheat. I still have energy at first, but my back will hurt after a long time. It took my parents a long time to get up from McDonnell Douglas, stretch and wipe the sweat from their heads with their hands. The children looked up at the endless wheat fields and began to shout that they were thirsty and hungry, and went to the fields to eat steamed bread and drink boiled water. The stubble cut off is very sharp, and it will pierce the ankle if you are not careful, and the ankle has been cut.

Near noon, the scorching sun scorched the ground, and the field was like a big steamer. ? Summer is steaming, rustic, burning back and burning the sky? The sun is burning above my head, and my feet are stepping on the hot land. Although I was wearing long-sleeved clothes, the sharp wheat awn still burned blood stains in the bare place, and it was burning and painful after being soaked by sweat. Cutting wheat is an overload of physical labor and a serious physical overdraft. After a few days of tossing, the whole family was very tired, gaunt, with dirty clothes and dirt all over their faces, just like a bearded Japanese soldier who had just experienced war plunder, but their faces were filled with the joy of harvest.

Finally, put all the wheat down, then tie it up with straw rope and send it to the side of the shelf car. Father spread a straw rope on the ground, and everyone began to carry wheat on the straw rope. The wheat heads should be crossed left and right, and finally tied up by a strong father. After all tied up, I began to carry it to the ground and load it into the car. Finally, I have to go to the field to pick up the ears of wheat, so that the particles can be returned to the warehouse. Loading is also tricky. It seems that one or two small carts can hold a hill as high. Father tried to pull the whole truck of wheat from the back to the front with a thick rope. The rope was tied into a slipknot at two handlebars, so he began to put on the cow and pulled it to the threshing floor. Sometimes the cow can't pull, and people have to pull the cart. At that time, the road was bumpy, so be careful when pulling the car to prevent rollover. I remember once my brother was pulling a cart, and I followed the cart and overturned on a slope. We were all at a loss, and my brother stood by. I ran to the ground, called my father and reloaded the trolley. My father, who valued grain all his life, finally squatted on the ground and picked up all the scattered wheat grains for two hours. Thin and dense sweat trickled down everyone's face and merged into a bay stream, shining.

The threshing floor is the most vivid stage to show labor skills. When the wheat was pulled into his own field, the rope of the cable car was untied and fell down in surprise. I went to the ground to pull the second trip and the third trip, and I didn't enter the most critical step of threshing until I finished harvesting the wheat. The wheat brought back from the wheat field was scattered in bundles in the field, exposed to the hot sun for a whole day, and then pulled up by cattle. There was a big flat stone sign behind the stone roll, and my father was holding a whip. Hey, huh? Keep shouting, old Niu Yi turns slowly, and the stone rolls? Blinking? Singing happily, the whole village is full of this ancient country wheat field song. In the meantime, we have to keep picking up wheat straw with mulberry branches, just like rolling waves. What is that? Pick a venue? , and then continue to grind. And what can children do? Watching? Eyes staring at the cow's tail in the mill, pouting, is about to shit. Run over and pick up the cow's excrement with a shovel and throw it into the cow dung bucket.

Crushing until all wheat seeds are separated from the mother. Pick the wheat straw aside, and the rest is the semi-finished products of wheat bran and wheat seeds. And start? Young field? So that wheat bran and wheat seeds are completely separated. When the ridge rose, the sound of shovels and the rustling of brooms came from the wheat fields, like a classic symphony of mountains and rivers. As long as there is a breeze, my father can farm skillfully. At this time, my father was holding a shovel. Cha？ With a click, a mixture of broken wheat grains and wheat bran was brought out and rose obliquely in the air, which would draw a rainbow arc. Wheat bran floated in the air like a goddess, and wheat fell naughtily to the ground vertically. Then use a broom to gently cross back and forth on the wheat grains, and the sundries are swept aside. Repeatedly, the wheat chaff is completely separated from the wheat grain, and the wheat grain pile is getting bigger and bigger.

The piled wheat straw and chaff have to be ground for the last time, and the wheat should be removed as much as possible. At that time, wheat straw was a treasure, which was the food for cattle in winter, and no one wanted to throw it away. Gather the extremely smooth wheat straw on the threshing floor and pile it into a tall haystack, which is euphemistically called? Straw pile? . A pile of wheat straw looks like a straw house from a distance, and it is like a beautiful mushroom group after the rain, which has become a beautiful landscape after the wheat harvest. Straw pile is very strong, which is the most fun place when I was a child. I played games and hide-and-seek with my friends, bent over and cracked, leaving happy memories of our childhood.

Next, start drying the wheat. Spread the wheat seeds as thinly as possible on the wheat field, and let them be exposed to the sun for three to five days, so that the moisture in the wheat grains is completely dry, so that they will not be moldy and deteriorated when stacked in the warehouse. At this time, children play an important role. They should push a bamboo rake on the wheat regularly to remind them to pay attention to the road. Trenches? So that the wheat can be fully dried and catch up with the sparrows that steal from time to time. After the sun goes down, families pile up the wheat seeds scattered during the day to prevent the tide from ebbing and then scatter them the next day. In the evening, the children will follow the adults and lay bamboo mats on the threshing floor to sleep and watch the game. At this time, the night is the happiest time for children, and the fatigue of the adults grabbing wheat is gone, and they are all laughing loudly. The children played barefoot on the threshing floor until late at night, then lay down under the call of adults, looked at the stars all over the sky, and flashed their imagination across the sky, and fell asleep unconsciously. ? It's raining, harvest the wheat quickly! ? In the middle of the night, I don't know who shouted first. The adults suddenly fell asleep and the children opened their sleepy eyes. The wheat field became a battlefield, and people were buzzing. People quickly put shovels and dustpans into snakeskin bags, and launched a grain-grabbing war with God. The sound of pushing and filling wheat has become the main theme. If the weather is fine, once the dried wheat seeds are put in your mouth, you can take them home and put them in storage. In my dark attic, there is a brick square granary, which is always filled with inexhaustible wheat.

? June day, baby face, change when you say it? When harvesting wheat, farmers are most worried about continuous rain. If it rains continuously, the wheat field is silent, only the sound of rain dripping along the wheat pile. The smiles on people's faces also condensed and became as gloomy as the sky. After the rain, wheat seeds will germinate, and the steamed bread made of flour is very sticky and loses its original sweetness.

Flowers bloom and fall, and things are different. Decades later, the threshing floor no longer exists. However, the creaking and chanting stone scorpion has been running over my heart.

I miss my childhood that I can't go back, and I miss the traditional farming era that I can't go back.

WeChat official account: writer Wen Yuan