What Yoyo's mother said: "Mom, we are still going to build a house, and we can save some if we can." Other people's houses are flooded with thirty or forty eggs, but we are all flooded with two hundred. You can't cling to the children for everything, they are too young to understand the difficulties of adults. ”

Grandpa knew the profit of the consignment point, "Wanying, you don't have to worry, we have earned the money to build a house." The children are growing up, and we can still lose them if we have the conditions. ”

Grandpa was in charge of the consignment point, and he knew that grandma had sold 30,000 yuan of things during this time. Excluding the scarf that was given, I earned at least 3,000 yuan.

At present, 500 yuan is enough to build a mixed courtyard with five rooms in the countryside, and it is difficult to find a family with a deposit of 1,000 yuan in ten miles and eight townships.

After eating, the patriotic uncle came over and called Yoyo's father, first plant soybeans for Yoyo's family, and Haohao also followed. Grandma and mother took a fork and went to the field to pick up (lv) wheat straw.

Listening to the rarity, Yoyo followed. The wheat field is behind Yoyo's house, and Yoyo looks there to see that one morning, the field is full of harvested wheat, and the family is open.

After taking a turn in the wheat field, you can roughly understand the situation of wheat in this era. There are two varieties: small white mango and big red mang, and the yield is about the same, the difference is the color of the wheat straw.

The reddish wheat straw is the big red mango, the straw is harder, and it is resistant to lodging. However, at this time, the yield of wheat per mu was about 100 catties, and there was basically no lodging phenomenon.

The masses still like to plant small white mango wheat, the reason is that its straw is relatively soft, and the wheat straw is white and long, with seventy or eighty centimeters, which is very suitable for "pinching braids".

From the end of the wheat harvest to the beginning of winter, from the 80-year-old lady to the four or five-year-old girl, each person has a handful of soft wheat straw in their hands, and with the thumbnails of both hands, they cross the seven wheat straws left and right and weave them into long strips like braids.

Circle the wheat straw into a one-meter-long circle and make ten circles for a walk. A braid, according to the width can be bought seven cents to a dime, the narrower the more expensive, the narrow braid with wheat straw thin, pinched slowly, fast hands can be pinched a day.

The women of each family in the wheat field sat in front of their sheaves, holding the ears of wheat in their left hands and holding in their right hands a wooden fork shaped and open like palms, and swept down from the ears of wheat to clean all the leaves from the straws. Then, hit the ears of wheat face down on the ground twice, and the ears of wheat are all together, and they are neatly placed together to dry.

It's a simple job, as long as you have a fork. The forks are also simple, made of hardwood, and everyone has a few of them, which are smooth and slippery, and are very easy to use.

Almost all of the village's movable elderly women to teenage girls are in the wheat fields. While scribbling wheat straw, everyone talked loudly, giggling and laughing very lively.

One morning, my grandmother and mother took out a large piece of wheat straw, and by noon, everyone had finished the work. Because after a day of sun exposure, the ears of wheat were scorched, and they broke when they were touched, and they could not be touched.

When I got home, my grandfather had already cooked the meal. Yesterday, my grandmother and my mother made two pots of white flour steamed buns. The work of wheat harvest is hard and tiring, and in order to make the labor of gravity and eat more deliciously, every family has prepared some white noodles.

Hantun Village distributes more than 100 catties of wheat per capita every year, although after a year, the family will store some wheat and grind it out before the wheat is harvested. Therefore, during the wheat harvest season, almost every household in the village eats white bread, which is better than the New Year's Day.

There is no shortage of vegetables at home, and on April 26, the two of them bought two sacks of various vegetables in Linshui, and came back to share half of their uncle's house, and the rest were kept fresh in the cellar, and they could eat and take as they pleased.

Yoyo also adds some at any time, she is small, and she basically does the work of going to the cellar to get vegetables. This convenient condition makes the beautiful snot bubbling, and you can eat it as you like.

After a spring day of eating pickles, you don't think that the vegetables of later generations taste wrong, as long as the vegetables that can be available in this era have all become delicious ingredients.

Eating the big steamed buns that exude the fragrance of wheat, Yoyo feels that even if there is no food, he can eat one by himself. Grandma looked at the brothers and sisters who ate sweetly, and said: "Although the wheat harvest is good this year, these children are older, I'm afraid it's still not enough to eat. ”

Grandpa also agreed: "This spring, life at home is better, and the children look like they are dragging them, and one of them has half a head." Let's buy it after the wheat, at least enough for the family to eat for a year. ”

In the afternoon, my grandfather and father went to the wheat field to help clean the wheat straw with a mallet, and then tied it up with hemp rope. There were more than a dozen large bundles, each with a diameter of almost one meter.

Grandpa and Dad brought the wheat straw bales home, neatly placed them in the firewood shed, and piled them full. The hay and leaves in the firewood shed have been eaten by a flock of sheep in a spring time, and the newly dried oat grass has been stacked on the roof of the firewood shed by the father.

In the evening, the villagers first helped to lift the wheat of Youyou's house, and packed two large cloth bags, which had to weigh more than 200 catties. Dad has been in the village for more than ten years, and he still hasn't learned to raise the field.

Not only did no one laugh at him in the village, but they took it for granted. "Dr. Wu was born to be a doctor, and he can treat any difficult disease, and doing crop work has ruined his hands. ”

At the end of April of the lunar calendar, the southwest wind blew for two days in a row, and the wheat in Hantun Village was golden everywhere and ripe. The breeze blows, the ears of wheat rise and fall, and the waves of wheat roll one after another, like a golden ocean. As the saying goes, "the wheat is ripe for a while", this may be the truth.

Yoyo has been to the farm many times in later generations, but he has never seen such a wheat field. Being there in person reminds you of the golden wheat waves described in primary school textbooks, which is really appropriate.

Recalling the dwarf and lodging-resistant wheat varieties in later generations, let alone the breeze, even the four or five strong winds could not get up the wheat waves. Not to mention the children of the city, even the children of the countryside, they can't see the golden wheat waves like the ocean.

The wheat apricot is also ripe, and the yellow apricot can't be hidden in the green leaves, revealing a little apricot yellow. When the children were free, they gathered under the apricot tree, looked up at the ripe apricots on the tree, and instructed the children on the tree to hook them down. When the adults saw it, they told them to pay attention to safety and not to fall, and they didn't stop it seriously.

Nowadays, people focus on filling their stomachs, and no one is willing to spend money to buy fruit for their children to eat. Planting a few fruit trees at home is to satisfy children's cravings. The boy washed and treasured the apricot kernel and kept it to play with in winter.

The ripe apricots are sweet and slightly sour, and Yoyo likes this taste very much. When he was free, he took Didi to his uncle's house to pick apricots to eat, and his aunt saw that she liked to eat, so he instructed Zhiyuan to go up the tree to hook.

Secretary Li of the county party committee really fulfilled his promise, and on the first day of the fifth month of the lunar calendar, he took more than 100 staff members in the county to Hantun to open the first sickle for wheat harvesting.