Essay on Stone Mill Prose

The stone mill invented by Lu Ban has two grinding fans, the middle of which is connected by a vertical shaft, the lower fan is fixed and the upper fan rotates around the shaft. Two meshed grinding fans leave an empty chamber, which is called grinding chamber and is surrounded by grinding teeth. There are grinding eyes on the upper fan, and the grain flows into the grinding chamber through the grinding eyes, grinds into powder through grinding teeth, flows from cracks to the grinding disc, and removes bran and the like through a Luo sieve to obtain flour.

Our mill was chiseled by a stonemason in a neighboring village. My grandfather hired a stonemason and brought two loads of corn kernels and a piece of red silk three feet long.

Over the yard in those days, there was a wonderful timbre of iron solder stuck on terrazzo.

Sun masons brought their chiseling skills to Nanhetun. People like to welcome the god of wealth. The service of tables and drinks is poor, and the chisel surface is not smooth and uneven. My father repeatedly told me not to talk nonsense in front of Sun Masons.

After chiseling the stone mill, my father called seven or eight strong laborers, settled the stone mill in the east of the house, and cut down a green bar trunk as a grinding pole. My stone mill's birthday happens to be my mother's birthday, the third day of September. That afternoon, I ate noodles and two poached eggs, and my brother and I competed to push the mill.

It's strange for children to grind for the first time. They pushed round and round with grinding rods in their hands. Mother added corn kernels to grind her eyes. When the stone mill rotates, it makes a rumbling and creaking sound. With a bite between two pages of stone mill, the falling corn residue is dazzling golden.

After grinding for a long time, sweat rolled down and the clothes clung to the skin. After the novelty, I sat there panting, and my mother took the grinding rod. "This will know that weeding is at noon, and sweat drips down the soil. Who knows what the hard dish on the plate tastes like? "

I wiped my sweat on my sleeve and said nothing.

The ground corn residue is sieved, and the residue is stewed into dry rice. The refined powder can be wrapped in cabbage jiaozi and cooked with porridge.

After reading it, mother ordered us to push the mill every once in a while. I know it's hard to push the mill, and I complain why my mother doesn't use Shu Ren's donkey to pull the mill. Isn't it just grinding 30 cents at a time? !

Mother is wise. On the night when an open-air movie was shown in the country, we got a few cents reward after pushing the mill, which made us eager to try. Because of the charm of movies and money, brothers and sisters pushed a few more corn dustpans.

When I was in middle school, stone mills were not used much. There is a pulverizer in the village. When you pull the switch, you pinch the grain in the funnel of the machine and it will be done in ten minutes. Save trouble and effort, and the processing is also very exquisite. It only costs one yuan and eighty cents to use the pulverizer.

Grinding, being left out.

Mom still likes to use a stone mill. The yellow rice on the Dragon Boat Festival, the new rice in October and the red sorghum are all pushed by her mother with a grinding rod.

Many families have set up shredders, and parents are not willing to lag behind. In the spring of that year, they bought a shredder from the county town, completely leaving the rural stage and becoming a mirror to witness the development of the village.

The unloaded mill squatted under the poplar trees at the entrance of the village and accepted the platform for parents to chat. The king, anchored on the wall, made a stone and stood in the middle of the thin river, connecting the bridges outside the mountain.

My stone mill crawled on the ground, surrounded by corn stalks, and made a granary of corn ears.

That year, my uncle drove a tricycle from house to house, took away a stone mill at the price of 50 yuan, and pulled it to Buyunshan Hot Spring to form a unique landscape. Hundreds of mills are paved into hot spring villas, pigeons live in groups and tourists are woven. Do you feel the affection and pain of the stone mill?

From the ridicule of the stone mill, "Dismantle the donkey and kill it", "Lazy donkey pulls the mill-take a step with a whip" and "Donkey enters the mill-if it doesn't turn, it will turn" has also become a well-known joke.

Today's stone mill, either exists in a remote corner, or becomes a decoration, as a waterscape, or a tea tray.

Retirement, forgetting is the norm.

No one can tell how long it will take for the stone mill to fade out of this world. Words can heal wounds and comfort themselves. At least the stone mill still exists in our life. I can point to the stone mill in my hometown and tell my children its story and everything in this land.

Second, selling horses.

The birth of your son got up at four o'clock, brought several bundles of corn, raised the hay cutter, and Ma Si hissed. This is the last horse in the village.

Your son's heart was stung by a long-legged bee, which was very painful. He put down the hay cutter decadently, glanced at the wooden cart parked next to the granary, walked to the stable, and reached out and touched the horse's head. "I'm sorry, old chap, you have been with me for seven years, and accompanied me through the wind and rain, but ..."

Last year, Tunzi built an asphalt road, and the flat road surface went straight to the county seat. First, Wu San suddenly drove back to a walking tractor one morning. The iron guy plunged into the ground and dug deep. The soil was soft and left no dregs.

Then, the village chief's second son locked himself in a four-wheeled vehicle like competing with Wu San, and usually went to the market to sell tobacco, alcohol and condiments. After autumn, he used his spare time to earn money from his fellow villagers. A phone call, the car immediately in place, corn, ears, carp all jumped on the car. Soon, they were pulled back to the yard.

Cattle and horses lost the breeding market.

The sun rose three strokes slowly, and my wife shouted, "Boil the eggs while they are hot." Your son didn't move. Soon, the horse buyer came.

Yesterday, your son spent a day in the animal market and met a man in his fifties. His blue trousers were still stained with mud, and he was holding a bamboo whip. He wandered around in front of the owner who sold cattle and horses, felt the fur of the animals, counted their teeth and criticized the owner for not keeping the animals well. Your son noticed this man, approached him and took out a cigarette from Hongtashan from his pocket and handed it to him. Two people crouched in a corner of the market, talking about horses and cattle and a carriage.

The other party lives in the mountains, and the land of dozens of families in the village depends on cattle and horses to plow and sow. Machines can't be planted, and they are basically sloping terraces, and only animals can go up.

Your son is safer. If Zao Ma goes to his house, he has a reason to live. Your son stood up, threw away the cigarette butt, stamped it out with his foot, looked up at the sun and made a great determination. "Come to my house tomorrow morning to take it away."

When the man came in with a tricycle, the bordeaux horse scratched the ground uneasily with its front hoof in the stable. Once, it dug a deep hole in the ground and whined, as if knowing that it was about to leave its master, which made your son feel distressed.

Two men with big arms and round waist got off the tricycle parked at the door. Your son has smelled the murderous look in their eyes.

"Just this horse, you have to feed it a lot of fertilizer to gain weight." The man patted the mare on the back and said. A tall man came in and smashed the sputum in his mouth on the ground. "fuck! There is not much meat and the bones are clean. "

"What? You ... didn't you buy a rickshaw to farm at home? " Your son asked the man angrily. "Oh, you misunderstood. He is my cousin. I asked them to help me bring the horse back. " The man was evasive.

The bordeaux horse raised its neck, bleated and fidgeted on the ground. All this happened suddenly when a tall man took out a belt and shone it on a horse.

"You give me stop it! You are so inhuman, we are not selling this horse! Your son's wife jumped on me and held on to the mare. " Yes, not for sale, you go! "Your son out of the marching orders. A few people left swearing.

The couple have been holding the bordeaux horse for a long time. Jujube horse's big tears fell on your son.

Third, the ears of rice on the earth

For the village, every return is a walk of fate.

When I got off the bus, it was a large cornfield. A scalper buries his head and gnaws weeds among the ridges. There are no cattle herders in the vast fields.

In the past, my mother waited at the station, but today she is not in. A hundred acres of rice fields are by the river, and several women are picking up the ears of rice on the ground. Three or two magpies flew overhead, and I took a breath of fresh air. There is a smell of rice between my lips and my teeth. "Qing Er, I'm here!" Mother straightened up and called out my name.

"Mom, it's cold, pay attention to your old cold legs!" I complained that there were some ears of rice in the bamboo basket my mother carried. Golden ears, drooping skull, deep in thought.

Go back to the house. There are many ears of rice on the slate wall, and a woven bag is opened at the bottom of the wall to reveal the picked rice.

At noon, my mother stewed red bean rice. At the dinner table, my mother proudly said, "This rice is the ear of rice that has been picked and ground three times. Harvesters are not as good as sickles. Unfortunately, many rice grains on the ridge have stepped into the mud! "

When I was eight or nine years old, my mother and I were scavenging in the rice fields. On the day when dripping water turned into ice, everyone was not rich. After school, they cut pig grass, turn sweet potatoes and peanuts in the field with a four-toothed iron rake, and eat them at the corners of their clothes, with mud all over their mouths.

The ear of rice is the main object of scavenging, and a ladle can grind a big meal.

Mother made a fire to cook at three o'clock, and the sun hung in Dongshan Valley to wake us up. She pulled a bowl of rice with a flat basket under her arm. Mom was in front, we were behind, and a dive plunged into the rice field.

Someone came earlier, and the fresh shoe prints on the mud were listed and painted into a light ink scroll. You can also pick up some ears of rice where others have walked. Mother never let go of a grain of rice, and her ears were pressed in the mud. She squatted down and carefully dug with her fingers, and she got something every time.

There are hundreds of acres of rice fields in this village. After the dissolution of the large collective, these fields were distributed to farmers, and my family was divided into three acres according to the population!

My father took out a crumpled two yuan and asked my brother to go to the grocery store to make wine. My mother fried a plate of earth eggs to make the family happy for the New Year.

After I went to middle school, the village changed rapidly, with rows of blue brick houses, and few people went to the rice fields to pick up garbage. Mother didn't change her mind. She used her spare time to bend over and over on the ground with a basket in her hand.

For many years, there has been such a scenery. The rice on the table, the drink bottle on the road, a piece of scrap iron and even a button were all quietly picked up by my mother, like a treasure. My diligent mother has become the benchmark of my life. No matter whether I am poor or rich, I always keep a calm heart and walk the world. Don't forget to bend down to pick up the garbage on the ground and clean up the leftovers on the wine table in the eyes of the secular.

On the vast land, mother has already grown into a full grain of rice, always shining with the charm of personality.