"Cluck, cluck. Hearing the cries of hens laying eggs, Yoyo quickly grabbed a handful of straw and ran out, scattering it with the formula feed in the space, otherwise these chickens could lay eggs so diligently.

"Grandma, it's bloodshot. Yoyo took the egg and showed it to Grandma.

"No, which chicken is it?" asked Grandma.

"That one. Yoyo pointed to a reed chicken and said to grandma.

"Second grandma, your chickens are picking up eggs. Grandma shouted.

The second grandmother came out of her house when she heard the sound, and walked and said: "Just feed these chickens, don't talk about laying eggs late, and go to rob your chicken coop." ”

Grandma handed the eggs to the second grandmother, "Don't say it's true, people like to pile up, don't chickens like to pile up." ”

Youyou said in his heart: What do you think, it's not that I'm used to eating at our house.

On the 18th day of the first lunar month, the primary school in the village opened, and on the morning of the 17th, my mother and two other teachers went to the school to prepare.

The school in the village is built on the defense platform, which is on the west side of the cow house, which is more than one meter higher than the roof of the cow, and has to be seven or eight meters, which is higher than the post where the people in the village build houses, and is no different from the Yellow River embankment.

Nearly 2,000 square meters above the platform, with a size of three acres, is a flood control facility built by the state for the people in the beach area.

Two rows of houses were built on the fortification, each row of ten rooms. The school is in the front row, with one classroom and two rooms, for a total of three classrooms.

The primary school in the village has only three grades, grades 1 to 3, and students in grades 4 and 5 go to Zhoulou Village Primary School outside the Yellow River embankment.

The three classrooms are on the west side, the two rooms in the middle are the teacher's office, and the two rooms in the east are Teacher Sun's house.

Ms. Sun is a public teacher, a graduate of the county normal school, and the principal of Hantun Primary School. In addition to managing the school, he is also responsible for teaching arithmetic classes in the second and third grades. In her thirties, she has three children, the eldest daughter is 8 years old, and the youngest son is only 3 years old. The village provided her with vegetables and firewood, cooked her own fire, and took her children home to live during school holidays.

Another teacher at the school, surnamed Shi, is in his fifties, and like Yoyo's mother, he is also a private teacher. Mr. Shi was born in a rich peasant family and was an old junior high school graduate before liberation. He taught Chinese and arithmetic in the first grade, as well as calligraphy in the second and third grades, mainly learning to write calligraphy. The home is in the west of the adjacent village Shimiao, one kilometer away from the school, and Mr. Shi eats and lives at home.

Yoyo's mother teaches Chinese in the second and third grades, and also teaches music and art in the third grade.

The two rooms on the east side of the row of houses in the back are mills, and the rest are filled with the contents of the production team, and there is a stone mill in the open space in front of the mill.

The village has 16 cows and two donkeys, which is twice as fast as the 10 animals raised by other production teams, but there is more arable land in Hantun Village, and the livestock are still a little nervous.

Fortunately, Hantun Village handed over a large amount of public grain every year, and it became famous in the county, and a tractor was rewarded. The two donkeys are used to pull the mill for the members, and four households are arranged every day, and one round is arranged every ten days, which is also a rare welfare in the whole commune, and is welcomed and appreciated by the people of the whole village, especially the women.

In the past two years, although there is a noodle machine, but each catty needs to pay a penny processing fee, this era lacks oil and water, people's meals are large, strong labor at least two catties a day, a family of five or six people, an average of seven or eight catties of grain, if the noodles get seven or eight cents, a pound of salty salt is only seven cents, people in order to save money or grind their own noodles to eat.

In the afternoon, my grandmother and the people in the village lined up to grind the noodles at the same time, and I was really busy grinding noodles before my mother started school.

In order to grind the noodles, the grandmother tossed the grain to be ground with a dustpan on the first day, picked up the sloppy garbage in the grain, and finally wiped it back and forth with a towel dipped in water to dry.

The ground is the mixed noodles in my grandmother's mouth, that is, sorghum and soybeans, filled with a big cloth bag. Grandma said that more than 100 catties are enough to eat until the first month.

Yoyo took a look, sorghum is less and beans are more. Grandma cherished it when she mixed it with sorghum, and muttered in her mouth: "I really can't help but eat it, I don't know if I can hold on to the new sorghum." ”

Youyou thought about the mixed bread that pulled his throat, and asked suspiciously: "Grandma, sorghum is not delicious at all, can't we just eat bean noodles?"

"That's not good, there is less sorghum mixed in, and the steamed dry food can't be picked up, let alone the bean noodles. You haven't seen the steamed bean noodles at the second master's house, they are all kneading dumplings, and they are eaten in a bowl when they are cooked. Besides, the bean noodles don't mess up the pot when they drink porridge, and they still smell of beans. ”

"Where is his sorghum?"

"Isn't this poor? The family is big and eats a lot, and the family has no food in stock, so the team has what to eat. Sorghum comes down more than a month earlier than the beans, and when the beans come down, they will eat almost enough. The rest of the sorghum had to be kept for porridge, and I was reluctant to mix it into the bean noodles. It will be better in the future, Baojing is bigger, I can earn work, and it will be better to have more food. ”

Yoyo followed him to the mill, and saw that the two thick layers of stone grinding in the mill were placed on a high platform, the lower layer was fixed, and the upper layer was rotated. Touching the groove on the stone mill that fits seamlessly, I sincerely admire the current stonemason's kung fu.

Dad helped carry the prepared grain to the mill, and Grandma poured the grain to be ground on the grinding plate, and then put it together with her hands into a shape with a sharp top and a round bottom.

The second master helped bring the donkey in, reached out and picked up a blindfold, and put it on the donkey's ears. Then, the donkey is "tied around the neck", and then a set of pull sleeves are put on both sides of the donkey's body. Finally, hang the end of the pull sleeve to the connecting rod of the grinding rod.

When the preparations were ready, the grandmother said "oh", and the donkey immediately pricked up its ears, kicked its four hooves, and began a long circular trek.

It was from this moment that the ancient mill began to hear the sound of the stone mill, the trampling of the donkey's hooves, and the sliding sound of the sieve surface...... These rhythmic sounds are intertwined with each other, like a long, heavy piece of music that echoes in the ears.

When the grain on the mill was being milled over and over again, the grandmother followed the donkey, took a broom and swept the ground grain along the outer edge of the mill inward, and when the donkey stopped, the grandmother beat the broom a few times and scolded loudly.

My mother used a sieve of different thicknesses to divide the crushed grain grits into fine powder, coarse powder, etc., until the grain was crushed on the stone mill until only the bran remained, and she was reluctant to throw it away. Sift the bran again with a coarse rod and collect a portion of the reddish bran. These brans don't have much "oil and water" anymore. However, when steaming buns and boiling porridge in the future, it can still fill your stomach by mixing it.

After about three hours, the grain was finished, and the old stone mill finally stopped ringing. Grandma led the donkey out of the mill to the yard and removed the blindfold for it. Then he was busy cleaning up the remaining bran on the stone mill.

At this time, the tired and sweaty donkey couldn't help but hiss at the air, and then, with two long sneezes, lay on the ground with a soft body, and rolled on the left and right. It is in this left and right tumbling that the fatigue of the donkey slowly disappears.

Although my grandmother and mother were tightly wrapped in a headscarf, their eyebrows and eyelashes were white and covered with flour. Grandma slowly straightened up and bent her waist all afternoon, thumped with her fists, tore off her headscarf and slapped the flour on her body.

In the evening, my brother packed his school bag. Let my grandmother sew the two pieces of water curtain paper bought at the Xinhua Bookstore of the commune into a workbook with thread, carefully cut the pages with the sickle head, and carefully tear off a piece of unwritten paper from the back of the original homeworkbook, and pad it under the second page of the new book, and the thin water curtain paper clearly reveals the lines and lattices below.

"I can see it clearly, a notebook can save 2 cents, enough to buy a thin pencil." Hao Hao took the new book and showed it to his family.

Yoyo looked at his elated brother and was sad to death. Seven years old is the age of carefree, for 2 cents, he has brought his intelligence to the extreme, and it is sensible to make people feel distressed.

School started, and the anti-platform was lively, and the children's laughter and shouting came far away, and Yoyo led his younger brother to join in the fun.

Thirty or forty children were playing in the open space outside the classroom, running, jumping, fighting, and making noise. Boys kill lambs (similar to eagles catching chickens), fight crutches, and girls kick shuttlecocks, jump sandbags, and jump rope.

The shuttlecock is two copper coins stacked together, and a pinch of hemp is worn in the square hole in the middle, and the hemp is pressed apart from the middle into a circle. Some of them are also dyed in bright colors, and they look great to kick. Only a few shuttlecocks are made of long chicken feathers, which can be regarded as superb.

The most lively game is to squeeze the old cow, more than a dozen children with their backs against the south wall of the classroom, shouting the number and forgetting to squeeze in the middle, and the children in the middle are quickly squeezed out. Hurry up to the side and squeeze in.

The children were screaming and sweating, and everyone's back was covered with dirt from the walls. Look at the wall that the children are leaning on, it is polished smooth and bright, and it is particularly clean.

After class, I looked around the classroom by room, and there were only more than ten children in a class, all sitting straight, holding their chests up, and putting their hands behind their backs. There are more boys and fewer girls, and the strange thing is that there are a few children of two or three years old in each class, who follow the older children and obediently sit on their own small benches.

When I went home and asked my grandmother, my grandmother told her that there were many children in the family and no one watched them, and the older ones had to go to school with the younger ones.

Mom started school, and grandma got busy. Not only did he have to do housework, but he and his second grandmother were ready to start pressing (weaving) cloth. First, you have to spin the thread tassels and put them on the taxi into a wire crutch (about a one-meter long loop).

I paid attention to the young lady and the brothers, afraid of any accidents. Although Yoyo promised that he could take a good look at his brother, he couldn't be taken seriously by his grandmother as a child.

The school has a loose school schedule, with three classes in the morning, from 8:30 to 11 o'clock, and two classes in the afternoon, from 2 to 4 o'clock. Each class lasts 40 minutes with a 15-minute break. The students' homework is completed in class, and the homework books are handed in at the end of class.

There was never homework and less classwork. Chinese is to write new words, form words, and form sentences, and only do one composition a week in the third grade, and there is no perverted homework of writing one word at a time in later generations. Arithmetic is enough to complete the homework in the after-school books, and there is no excessive extracurricular homework.

Each student has two workbooks, and one more for the third grade. The workbook is used for one semester, and you can't write a piece of paper in a day.

Yoyo looked at the homework book received by his mother, and the students' words were neatly drawn one by one, and the wrong ones were written and changed in the back, unlike the later homework fonts were scribbled and coping with official work.

Before class and during recess, the students were playing in the open space outside the classroom, screaming, fighting, and laughing mixed together, and spread far and wide to Yoyo's house.

The children of later generations, especially those in the city, have lost much of their happy childhood compared to the children of today.

School has started, and Didi has more places to play, going up and down the defense stage several times a day. Go before class, and go to recess. He is only a two-year-old child, and his biological clock is very accurate, and every day when class is about to end, he pulls Yoyo to climb the defense platform and go up to play with the students.

In fact, no one paid attention to him at all, he just followed the older child to watch the excitement. Look at Lengzi to make a mess and make a bad mess for others, but the classmates see that his mother is a teacher, and no one cares about him.

If someone glared at him and bared his teeth, he would shout loudly, and the two cousins of the uncle's family and Hao Hao would immediately come over to help him.

Yoyo looked at and laughed every time, scolding him for being a "dog fighting people", but he had a lot of fun with a group of girls, as if he wanted to make up for the regrets of his gray childhood in the previous life.

Zhiyuan and Zhiliang of the eldest uncle's family are greedy to play with Haohao, not only go to Youyou's house every day to eat leftover dry food, but often eat lunch at Youyou's house.

Today's children don't have snacks to eat, and their meals lack oil and water and they don't feel hungry, so they go to the house to get leftovers to eat for half the day. When teenage children are growing up, adults put the leftover buns in the pot in winter, and stuff firewood under the stove, and the buns are still warm when they eat in the middle of the night.

In the big courtyard of the team, the three of them ran and made trouble to their heart's content, and Didi followed behind to chase and laugh. Thinking of the heavy homework burden of the children in the future life, Yoyo deeply feels happy for the children of today.