Put the pickled persimmons in the garden. Turn around and go back to the house to settle the rest of the small plate.

Pour out a small plate and leave it for me to eat empty. Pour the rest into the pot, mash it, add sugar, and fill the pit with thinner branches. Slowly bake it over a simmer until it thickens and the jam is ready.

This jam without moisture, with a little salt, can be stored in a cool place for several months, and then left for the winter.

After the jam was cooled, I put two cans and bottles, and it is very difficult to find this canned bottle now. These two were brought back from the army when the pillar married me. After eating the two cans, the remaining empty bottles. I've always wanted to decorate something with it, but now I'm using it.

It took an afternoon to clean up all the persimmons that were picked back. After dinner, I was still thinking about it when I was lying on the kang. The wheat will be harvested the day after tomorrow, and then we will have to find someone to buy some meat and come back. With so many people coming to help, you have to bring a little meat when cooking, so that's the case.

Maybe it's because I went up the mountain today, and I fell asleep in a daze not long after I lay down.

I slept soundly at night, but I woke up in the morning in pain, and my whole body was sore, especially my buttocks and legs.

After thinking about it, I understand that this should be because I walked too much yesterday. People who have not worked or exercised for a long time have come on a long journey, and the consequence is that the muscles in their bodies have rebelled.

It took me a long time to get up on the kang, and I felt much better when I was moving and moving around underground, and I felt much better after walking two laps, as long as I didn't bend over, my buttocks and legs wouldn't hurt so much.

Even in the morning, I ate it while standing on the ground, and my butt hurt so much that it was like being tortured to sit there.

While eating, my mother-in-law kept looking at me with her eyes, as if wondering why I was standing up to eat.

Two days passed in a blink of an eye.

I've been busy since I got up in the morning.

I found someone yesterday, and at noon today, the meat will be bought back.

Others were busy sharpening their sickles so that they could harvest the wheat.

I was busy steaming steamed buns, and I steamed two pots and two boxes of noodle steamed buns in the morning, so that at noon, I only need to stir-fry, stew, and the rice is ready.

After cleaning up, I sent the child to Aunt Guo'er's house and asked her to watch it for me. Let me go to my yard every now and then and help me see my mother-in-law.

When I was done, I carried a pot of water and walked to the yard to see if I could help.

Today, the uncle's family and Aunt Guo'er's family are also fully dispatched.

The whole family of the uncle's family went, and even the grandfather carried a chair and took the rhubarb to the yard to watch the wheat.

The last time I went back to my parents' house, I didn't see the rhubarb, because the big yellow dog went to the object. Grandpa said that when he gave birth to a puppy, he would give me two to watch the house.

Aunt Guo's son's house, the third sister-in-law and Aunt Guo didn't go, and I stayed to watch the children and choose vegetables.

In the field, it was already a busy scene at this time. Although busy but not chaotic, everyone has a clear division of labor.

The two elder brothers of the eldest uncle and the three elder brothers of the Guo family, the five young men were responsible for harvesting the wheat.

The eldest lady and the two sisters-in-law of the Guo family are responsible for bundling the wheat, that is, bundling the wheat they have cut. When it was time to load the truck, I was helping to load the truck.

Uncle and Uncle Guo were responsible for driving the carriage borrowed from the brigade and loading it to transport it to the yard of their home.

They got up early in the morning and left, and by the time I arrived at the yard, they had already pulled back a car, and my grandfather said that the second car should be back soon.

I just didn't say a few words to my grandfather. I saw the uncle driving the carriage back, and the carriage was loaded with wheat two meters high, and Uncle Guo sat on it to press the cart.

At that time, horse-drawn carriages were much narrower than today's motor vehicles, and if you wanted to pull more things, you had to be higher. I also admire the crops, they can lift soybeans and wheat to two or three meters high, and they are neat and square.

The wheat that was pulled to the yard was not just thrown away.

The ears of wheat should be placed outwards and the stalks inward, neatly arranged into a barley stack two meters wide and five meters long.

In this way, Luo is so that the sun can dry the ears of wheat, and if it rains, it is easy to cover.

While unloading the car, Uncle Guo said to his grandfather: "This year's wheat harvest can be good, it will grow tall enough, and it will be successful, and this bundle of wheat will be pressed by hand."

Grandpa said: "As long as the harvest is good, if you go to hand in the grain task, if only you can eat it next year"

Uncle Guo heard his grandfather say this: "This is the wheat in the north of the earth, if the wheat in the south can also reach this." This year's harvest can be like that, uncle, you said."

Uncle Guo calls his grandfather uncle, not because he has relatives, but because his grandfather is older, which is an honorific title for him.

Listening to their chat, I thought to myself, it's so good, I can eat new noodles in a few days. The steamed buns made from the new noodles can smell the wheat fragrance through the door.

After unloading the car, the uncle and the others were thirsty for a mouthful of water, so they drove the car to the ground again.

In the morning, a total of ten trips back and forth, the uncle said, more than half of the cut has been completed, and the work can be completed early in the afternoon.

I made lunch at home, and my uncle brought it to the field to eat.

This is the case in rural areas, when the farm is busy and the autumn harvest is over, basically you don't go home to eat at noon. Generally, the family sends it, and no one sends it, so I bring some steamed buns and pickles in the morning.

From the afternoon, the courtyard began to be lively.

There were several more one after another, pulling wheat in the yard.

There were a lot of people gathered in the yard, old men and old ladies watching the wheat stacks, and a group of children running back and forth.

When Grandpa saw an old man who had a good relationship with him coming, he would go to him and talk to someone.

That's just a few words.

For example, to which son's house are you showing the wheat?

Did they plant more land?

How many bags can you make?

Or: I'm here for my eldest granddaughter's house.

If you have planted 12 acres of land, it looks quite successful, and you can hook at least one and a half bags of one acre of land.

Isn't it! If the harvest is good, you will be able to eat well next year!

There was also a bunch of naughty kids, giggling and running back and forth from south to north.

Whoever passes by will go up and grab a handful of wheat stacks and throw them on their own wheat stacks.

The wheat was all bundled, and they couldn't pull it down much when they went up and grabbed it, but it was really unpleasant.

Then the old man who looked at the wheat stack would shout: "If you are playing, you will be beaten when you come to pull the wheat."

It's still easier for me to have trouble here, because there is rhubarb. They did not dare to come, for fear of being bitten by dogs.

And he stood at a distance, took the stone, and threw it at the dog. If it weren't for Grandpa's presence, he might have been bitten.

This is really, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, bear children are everywhere!