In today's Jianghuai countryside, there are very few places to grow double-cropping rice.

The "double grab" season in June every year and the farming culture of three crops in two years have become a thing of the past in many places.

But for the rural children born in the 70s and 60s, the "double grab" of harvesting early rice and planting late rice in June of the lunar calendar that can heat up the old cow is a word that makes people's backs chill.

Cutting rice, picking rice handles, playing fields, drying fields, plowing fields, pulling seedlings, and planting seedlings in the paddy fields.

All of this work is done in one go during the hottest ten days of June.

A load of 200 pounds of wet rice ears was picked barefoot from the paddy field one or two miles away to the threshing floor at the entrance of the village.

Sweating like rain and panting like a cow, I can't pick a pick in the middle to rest for a while.

As soon as he stopped, the ears of rice tied with hemp rope scattered and slipped away like loaches.

Under the scorching red sun, everything is overturned and restarted, and it is simply not a human job.

Who knows that Chinese food is hard work.

It is very appropriate to describe the "double robbery" season when there is no mechanized operation and everything depends on the hands of farmers.

The oil mill production team is close to Xinhe, and 80% of the cultivated land of the entire team belongs to the water flushing field that guarantees the harvest during drought and flood, so it is also a big "double robbery" every year.

Under the leadership of Captain Luo, who was born as an old farmer, most of the years are even three crops a year.

A crop of spring wheat or rape, a crop of early rice, and another crop of late rice.

The land is fully utilized, but it has worked hard for more than 50 members, young and old, and they have never had half a moment of free time throughout the year.

There is summer work in the summer, and winter work in the winter.

Even in the middle of winter, the members have to pick up a dustpan of cow dung and dog dung every day and hand it over to the team.

Every household has the task of handing in manure every year, including animal manure collected in the wild, manure in the thatched hut at home, and green manure soaked in the manure tank of each pigsty all year round.

There is not much reward for exceeding the task, but if you can't complete the task, you will have to deduct work points and rations.

Although in that era of the big collective "Great Hulong", doing more and doing less is the same, some things are even tossed without any efficiency.

But for the members of the oil mill production team, such hard work can still make some benefits.

For example, every year, each family can share a little more wheat straw, rape straw, late rice straw, and some deflated rice left after the field is raised.

This is not a private division of collective property, because the grass ash after the fire and the manure produced after the deflated rice is fed to the chickens and geese are all good farm fertilizer, and they still have to be handed over to the team.

The wisdom of working people is endless, but there is room for maneuvering, and someone will come up with ways to use it.

Chengzi later heard his father Wang Shichuan say that the production team has a lot of water in the field and the field.

When threshing, it is not clean, and the solid rice grains are mixed into the deflated rice when the field is raised.

In this way, after the distribution of firewood, grass and chicken and goose feed, each family will secretly carry out secondary threshing and secondary lifting.

It is said that what is obtained each time is almost enough for half a year's ration for a child.

This kind of policy side-kick is still very dangerous in a special era.

Fortunately, it was the eve of reform and opening up at that time, and the people had already had an undercurrent.

In the early years of the people's commune, it would have been illegal to take a straw from the team, and a hen that lays eggs at the home of a member of the society would have his tail cut off by capitalism.

No member dares to do this kind of edge ball.

A big hat of a "saboteur" is buttoned to his head, and several generations have not been able to turn over.

When Chengzi's father went to work in the team, it should have been in the mid-to-late 70s of the 20th century, and the rural self-reserved land and family sideline business had been liberalized.

The old man Luo, the captain of the production team, is also the old captain who came from the period of "exaggerated style" and "three years of difficulty", and knows very well what grain means to farmers.

As the leader of a team, his way of government has always been, not only to complete the country's public grain, pigs and other tasks, but also to let the members of the club have a full stomach.

So for such a distribution that has no risk and all members participate, he will turn a blind eye every time.

From this point of view, Captain Lao Luo can also be regarded as a conscientious grassroots parent official, especially in the era when the production captain was the emperor of the soil.

"Chengzi! Chengzi! Get up! Send food to your father!"

As soon as the sky was clear, her mother Wei Lan lifted Dachengzi out of bed.

Yesterday, the early rice in the team had just been harvested, and after the overnight battle, my father and his young and strong male members went to plow the fields non-stop.

In the season of harvesting and seeding, there are many heavy rains, and there can be no delay for a moment.

In the past few days, Dachengzi has an extra task, which is to deliver breakfast to his father who plows the fields at night.

"Go to your eldest mother's house for dinner at noon, you know!

Mom explained in a hurry, so she put on a straw hat and went to work.

The entire production team will plant nearly 200 acres of late rice in the next 10 days.

This is a race against the solar terms, and Dachengzi hasn't seen his mother for several nights.

By the time he woke up, his mother had already gotten up and done all the housework.

The enamel jar was filled with plough rice for my father, and my mother tied it with a towel and put it in the basket.

When I smelled the taste, I knew that it was egg lard fried rice, and the insects in Dachengzi's stomach were hooked up at once.

The usual breakfast at home is either white water porridge or pumpkin mush, and only these busy days will be added.

Every time she cooks a meal for her father, her mother will leave a copy for her son.

And what she eats by herself is still herbal tea and rice, and then a piece of steamed bun and half a dish of kimchi.

Eating this way can save time on cooking, and the whistle in the team has sounded several times.

The place where Dad ploughed the field was not far from Chengzi's house, and there were a few ridges in between.

The beginning of autumn has passed, and the grass ridges in the early morning are covered with cold dew.

In the Dachong field that was leveled at night, dozens of members of the mother and her club had already lined up and bent over and began to plant seedlings.

Dad stopped plowing the ox, inserted the whip into the mud, cleaned his mud-stained hands, and went up the ridge with a smile.

"You've eaten it, haven't you?"

Dad lovingly touched Chengzi's head, took the porcelain jar, and sat down on the ridge.

"Mom left it to me!"

"What's your mom eating in the morning?"

"Steamed rice buns!"

"This woman!

Dad smiled and muttered, and then gobbled it up.

Dachengzi still remembers that at that time, his father was at most twenty-three or four-year-old.

Most of the peasants of their generation were able to marry wives at an early age.

The young father was tired all night, and he would think about his baby and woman when he ate egg fried rice.

The selflessness and industriousness of the older generation of Chinese peasants are rare in the world.

They are the roots and backbone of our nation in the era of agrarian civilization.

Now that this generation is old, where will the countryside and agriculture go, and how should the spirit of farming civilization be inherited?

For Wang Jiacheng, who came out of the countryside, he often thinks about this issue unconsciously.

"This fish tells your aunt to clean up and cook fish soup at noon!"

After Dad finished eating, he took two fat fish strung with willow branches from the edge of the ridge and said to Chengzi.

He is a good hand at fishing, shrimp and yellow eels on weekdays, and he is not idle when he plows the fields.

With these fish going to the eldest mother's house for lunch, you don't need to look at the face of Cousin Maoya.

Uncle Chengzi's family has a lot of labor, so every year during the "double robbery" these days, his aunt does not go to work, and prepares meals for the two families at home.

"The delicious child is here again! the delicious child, the crying child!"

The naughty cousin Mao Ya saw Dachengzi and ridiculed him like singing.

"Mao girl! Don't do this to your brother (Jianghuai local dialect, the meaning of younger brother)! Dachengzi, here! Roar! Where did this fish come from? Mao Ya's second master is capable!"

The eldest lady came forward lovingly, took the fat fish from Chengzi's hand, and blamed her own girl.

"Auntie, I want to eat big buns! I want to eat puppy buns!"

Nariko doesn't like to eat fish, and every time he eats fish, he gets stuck in his throat.

It is the season when the wheat noodles are on the market, and Aunt Chengzi is especially good at steaming flower buns.

So every time he came to his cousin's house for dinner, he would ask his aunt to pinch him an animal-shaped flower bun.

For children, after this steamed bun is steamed, the taste seems to be different from ordinary buns.

"Okay! Make a big bun for my big adult at noon! Mao Ya, take your brother out to play, you two are not allowed to play in the water!"

The eldest lady smiled and went to the pond dock to kill fish, the adults were busy in the dark, and the free time of the day for the little babies such as Dachengzi and Maoya also came.

"Crying children, delicious children, slugging children!"

Mao Ya was skipping rope and walking in front of her, singing a ballad that ridiculed Dachengzi, which was an adapted version of "Twenty-five six to two five-seven, Ma Lan blossomed twenty-one".

Dachengzi followed his cousin coaxingly, not daring to say a word.

There are no adults present, and the powerful hairy girl likes to beat her cousin the most.

But Cousin Mao Ya has an advantage, that is, she is only allowed to bully Dachengzi by herself.

If it's Gangzi, Dog's Egg, Plug, or other troublemakers in the village, she is still willing to protect the calf for her little cousin.