Do you remember? Old photos of rural public grain in those days.

I remember that at that time, the earth seemed to be burning, the sun was scorching the earth, there were no trees in the grain depot, and quotations in red letters were posted on both sides of the row houses.

Under the eaves, stood a strange uncle with a sweaty face, waiting to pay public grain, fanning his straw hat and complaining. On such a day, it is no different from the sun under the eaves, but he feels better in his heart. Although the harvest is good, there seems to be no joy on his face. Whenever he pays public grain, he always looks at the faces of those people at the grain station.

The people who handed in the meals all took receipts, pushed flat cars and put away their own ropes. Some children followed their father, always hoping that his father could buy him a popsicle, but they were always disappointed, because they didn't have the money to pay the meal at that time, so they just spent fifty cents to buy a bowl of ice water to drink.

The staff of the grain depot are proudly smoking a cigarette at the front door, pulling an abacus, sitting next to the scale with a wooden chair and a big tarpaulin sun umbrella standing next to the chair. Arrogant people lived well as landlords in the old society, but people who didn't pay food usually had to kiss up. He said yes, but if he said no, he would ask you to go back to the sun for two or three days, which would be in trouble.

Although the weather is very hot, I always want to go out with my father. Actually, I also want to eat popsicles or ice water here. To put it bluntly, there was nothing in the countryside at that time, and eating popsicles and drinking soda was a luxury.

"Hurry up, hurry up, we are going to eat after work." The staff shouted while wiping the sweat. Dad moved the bag and handed the staff a cigarette before wiping the sweat. The staff smiled and took the cigarette and put it on the ledger of the scale. There are already many cigarettes there, but they are all neatly placed.

At this time, the staff stabbed things like sharp knives and bayonets into the bag, which sounded a bit like Japanese devils in children's books, because there was a slot in the middle of the bayonet. When he pulled it out, he took some wheat out of the trough, skillfully poured it into his hand, put a few into his mouth and took a bite. At that time, I didn't really understand why they did it, and I didn't care. Only my father looked at it carefully because he didn't want to return it.

"Well, let's go down," the worker said to his father, spitting the bitten wheat into the ground next to the scale. Dad moved the bags into the granary one by one. The entrance to the granary is at both ends, and it is necessary to go up a step five or six meters high. After moving up, he opened the bag and fell down. After that, he put the bag away, trotted down from it and gave it to me conveniently. Then, he hung me on the corner of the flatbed. He moved another bag up again and walked several times without a place to hang clothes.

But today has finally gone smoothly, and it's good that it hasn't been returned yet. Dad thanked and thanked, the staff opened the receipt, and dad carefully collected it. I followed my father, and my mind was full of confusion. Why can't you get the money when you pay for the food? Why give it to them? Why can't you sell your own things? Thinking about it, I still remember that my father should buy me some food. However, my father didn't seem to mean that and kept pushing the car out.

At this time, dad said; Are you hungry? Dad can buy you something to eat, I said. I'm not hungry, but I'm a little thirsty. In fact, I know that even if I am hungry, my father can't buy me rice or something, because my father has almost no money in his pocket. If I can have a popsicle to eat, I will be satisfied. Out of the grain depot, there are usually popsicles at the door. My father bought me a mung bean popsicle with fifty cents, and he bought me a small bowl of ice water with twenty cents. I think I understand.

Look at the sun It's already noon. My father is pushing the car and I am sitting on it. Although the sun is still hot, I am in a good mood. Father's straw hat flashed with the pace, and sweat was still dripping. Seeing my son happy, I guess he should be in a good mood, too. I thought the same thing.

There is no need to pay public grain now, and there are subsidies for growing wheat, but I still often think about paying public grain when I was a child.

Transfer from: Beauty Vision