Childhood memories of "double robbing" in busy farming season

This is an unforgettable memory, and today's children can't imagine and understand the double-robbing years that our generation experienced at that time. This article is specially written to express our feelings.

? In my hometown, rice used to be planted in two seasons. After the early rice is ripe and harvested in July, the second season rice must be planted immediately, and it must be sown before beginning of autumn. If it is late, the harvest will be reduced, or even no harvest. It's only been about twenty days, so it's called double robbing.

? In memory, it is synonymous with hard work to maintain the lifeblood of all our farms. When double robbing, the whole family should go into battle. Since I was seven or eight years old, my thin childhood figure has been left in the barren land of my hometown.

? Still hazy. I was awakened by the cries of adults from light to heavy, rubbed my sleepy eyes, reluctantly came out of the mosquito net and walked slowly to the toilet behind the house, getting rid of the overnight urine. Then I listened to the adults' nagging, drank several bowls of porridge, and walked barefoot behind the adults. One day during the double robbery, it was like this. ...

Cool in the morning is a good time to pull out seedlings. The fresh air is mixed with the fragrance of the earth, the grass on the ridge stretches out, and the dew on the body is crystal clear, like pearls shining in the rising sun, dripping on the instep of people running on the ridge from time to time, showing a refreshing coolness.

There are a lot of neat weeds on the dense seedlings. People bend down to pull the seedlings out of the rice field one by one and tie them into a bunch, then put them in the rice field to "pound" the soil at the roots of the seedlings, and then pull out some weeds from the front to tie the seedlings, simply twist them into a thin rope and skillfully tie a slipknot, so that a bunch of seedlings can be tied up at will.

In a short time, there are more and more green seedling handles behind, standing in the seedling field like soldiers, swaying in the morning breeze.

? Paddy fields must have enough water resources. In that era when irrigation and water conservancy were underdeveloped, fields were generally made by ponds, and the shade and humidity were just a paradise for leeches.

Late in the morning, we walked up from the rice fields, with backache and hunger. Several leeches adsorbed on our legs and stomachs are round, and one end is stuck in the meat on our legs, but they don't suck enough blood. When they are full, they will roll down by themselves.

At this time, while cursing, we used to drag them off our legs, find a twig and insert it into the leech. With the dripping of blood, the leech skin was turned over by the whole intestine, thrown into the scorching sun, and finally turned into a pool of water, which could not be revived.

Leech, this thing is annoying. It seems that it is useless to dismember the body, and turning over the skin is the Juexue.

? I remember when I was a child, there were three or four acres of fields at home. My father always decided which field to harvest first according to the maturity of rice in each field.

When cutting rice, hold a shiny sickle and cut one by one along the lodging direction of rice, then row one by one and two by one. At first, the whole golden ear of rice disappeared, and pieces of rice fields presented neat rice piles in the creak of sickles. Strong and fast, this is a good rice cutter. It is also common to see your friends in a hurry and full of pain in the field. Hands are faster than knives. If you are distracted when cutting rice, a sharp sickle may kiss your hand. Now the scar on my hand is still intact, but I don't know where the sickle is rotten ... From the initial welcome bucket to the rice thresher, for a long time, I held the rice shop full-time, naked, wearing only shorts, bent down to pick up handfuls of rice from the mud, stepped on the mud with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and went back and forth to give it to adults.

? Near noon, the sun is burning. In your field, in his field, the stamped thresher always makes a "buzzing …" sound, and the tremor floats in the distant wilderness. Cicada is also screaming at the top of her lungs, as if talking about the summer heat. These two voices are intertwined in Yuan Ye, which shows the hardships and sorrows of farmers. ...

It's too hot. It's a pleasure to have a rest. The mother who stayed at home to cook brought the tea or porridge left in the morning with a big kettle, which was a "hit the nail on the head". At this time, covered in mud, like Zhou Yanyan, we forgot to drink water and plopped into the pond. The water on the surface of the pond is also hot, so you have to dive to the bottom to feel a little cold. It's refreshing, but you need to keep diving for air, and then dive. Cool and warm tea for a while, in exchange for a little temporary comfort; Then I found red marks on my arms and chest that were swept by the rice shop. Sweat is running, and I feel stinging. At this time, the adults shouted again: go to the fields again, work harder, finish this game and go home for lunch. In the afternoon, you have to move the rice thresher to another field. ...

? The rumble of gear rotation and the clatter of threshing merged into the noise at noon. Adults hold their bodies with one foot, step on the pedal of the rice thresher with one foot, hold the rice handle tightly with both hands, and press it on the roller to rotate hard. As the rice thresher wiped out the surrounding rice shops, we galloped in the mud, kept the rice shops farther and farther away and quickly handed them over to adults. In the ups and downs of adults' bodies, Grains sang cheerful songs, left the straw and flew into the bucket in front. ...

Double grab lunch, parents try to let us eat some domestic cocks every other day, knowing that the physical strength consumed is too great, and deliberately let us make up for our health. There is no electric fan beside the dining table, and we are sweating profusely. We wolfed down chicken nuggets and drank shredded chicken soup ... We felt full of happiness, pain and fatigue that had long been forgotten.

? Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the sky, which made everyone reluctantly leave their jobs, leave the table and rush out. In June, the baby's face changed as soon as it changed; Heavy rain may come with the thunder just now. We must quickly put away the rice that was collected in the morning and spread on the rice bed, otherwise the rice will germinate and become moldy as soon as the rain gets wet, and the first half of the year will be in vain. At this time, the playground in front of the house was bustling, and all the men, women and children in the village came out. Even if your family has no food, you will come to help. Various tools will pile rice into a pile, cover it with large plastic film, and press stones and straw to prevent it from being blown away by the wind and entering the rain. The whole process is in a hurry, and we can't afford to relax at all. Cover your own rice and help others. In short, make sure that all the rice can't be wet. Sometimes the harvest is too late, and the rice is caught in the rain. If it rains for a long time, you have to fry it in a pot at night, which is more troublesome. If you fry, you can grind some powder at most, and you can't make a decent meal. The rice in the rain can't pay the public grain, so the rice collector at the grain station puts a hollow iron drill into the sack and pulls it out. In the poor eyes of his master, he picked up a few grains of rice and threw them into his mouth. When I bit, I turned my eyes and pulled them back and refused! When such a thing happens, accompanied by the sound of fried rice on a rainy night, it is the tears of the female host and the sigh of the male host.

? The rainstorm in summer came suddenly and quickly, went quickly, and cleared up soon. At this time, I always feel that the rain is coming to make trouble, and the adults are cursing the sky again.

? "Popsicle Popsicle, banana Popsicle, Popsicle Popsicle; Popsicle with bean paste ",accompanied by the bicycle bell, woke us up and the popsicle seller came." "In order to encourage us to continue our efforts, the adults also deducted some change to satisfy our hunger. A five-cent popsicle is unforgettable. Carefully peel off the popsicle paper, and don't forget to lick the broken ice stuck to the paper into your mouth. There is a thin layer of frost on the surface of the popsicle, and a My Sweetie mist mixed with coolness suddenly gets into your nostrils. You can't wait to take a big bite, put it in your mouth, let it melt slowly, and then swallow it bit by bit. Only half of the popsicles feel comfortable to eat. At that time, what was even more amazing was that the popsicle was placed in an iron enamel jar, and the outside of the porcelain jar became wet after a while.

Finally, the coolness after the rain, I can't stand the bullying of the sun. At about half past noon, the wind died down, and the whole Yuan Ye was sweltering like a big steamer.

Transplanters are sweating like a pig, and the sweat under the straw hat flows down their foreheads to their eyes, stabbing them all over … but they can't share it. Adults pinch the seedlings in their hands into pieces, quickly press them into boiling mud, bow back and forth in an orderly way, and the seedlings will slowly dress up the watery and white paddy fields. Transplanting is a technical job. If you can't plant well, you can't live. You have to plant it again in the future, so adults generally don't let us plant it. We children can only carry the seedlings behind us.

The fiery red sun gradually set, as if it were shining all day, which made him very embarrassed. In this dusk, it shows a little gentleness.

? The best time to work is sooner or later. Under the mapping of the flame cloud, people have experienced a day's work, and there is little physical consumption left. We can know that the task of farm work tomorrow will be more arduous, and we will continue to struggle to harvest and compete for seeds under the bite of mosquitoes and flies.

? The sound of the plowman yelling at the cows and arguing about the water in the field floated across the field with the smoke from the kitchen.

? It's getting dark, and the pond is crowded with people, who wash their feet, farm tools, drink water, carry water and wash vegetables ... We roll around in the pond naked, laughing and playing; I'm performing with each other, and my stomach is standing up. This is called "floating corpse" here, and I won't worry about drowning. Until today, I have been very good at swimming.

Now the degree of agricultural mechanization is getting higher and higher. This disappearing double robbery that accompanied me from the age of 7 to the age of 18 has become a memory that blends with blood and bones and is engraved in my heart. Its taste is unforgettable and mixed, making people want to laugh and cry. ...

? The double snatch makes me feel palpitation, fear and awe ... but its hardships and bitterness have taught me to be forbearing, fearless and strong on the road of life!

Time flies, this special experience will never happen again in this life, the years that can't go back, unforgettable double grab!