At that time, people living in the yellow earth thought that workers were much better than farmers, and that having a wage was something that many people dreamed of. The people in the village didn't understand why we moved back. As far as my mother is concerned, she knows the situation of her own family, and others may not believe what she says. As the family was tidying up, my mother took me to the fields north of the village.

Xiwa Village is not big, the whole village is about 600 people, according to the total amount of land in the whole village, per capita share of more than one acre and three points of land. In order to prevent waterlogging, during the period of rural study of Dazhai, the village dug the first place in the north into a ditch of five acres and a step surface followed by a ditch of more than one acre, when the rain was heavy, the ditch stored water, and the harvest could be guaranteed on the step surface, so as not to be wiped out by the whole army. To the east and south of the village, there are also second- and third-class land, and each grade of land is shared equally among each household in the village. Those who died were taken back, and those who gave birth to children were given to others.

More than 200 meters from the village, there is a drainage ditch, which is connected to the river. Next to the drain, there was a poplar tree with a crooked neck, and my mother said to me, "This is our land, and from this poplar tree to the east, there is this ditch below." "I saw a clear ridge to the west of the crooked-necked poplar, which was probably the boundary of the land. Cotton is planted in the field. "Oh. I said, "Mom, are these cotton ours?" and Mother said, "Well, yes." Let's pack up the cotton now, and then we'll harvest it. It's ours. Looking at the patches of cotton, I sighed and said, "That's so much cotton!" "Haha, that's a lot." Mother laughed. I asked my mother, "How much is that?" and she said, "That's three acres and a penny." Then he looked at the ditch and said, "This ditch is given according to one acre, but in fact it should be more than one and a half acres." I said, "Oh, why do you give it like this in the ditch?" and the mother said, "It's like that, and it's not uncommon if you don't drown." ”

Then a woman older than her mother came from the east, and said, "Come and see the field." She greeted her mother in a northeastern accent. The mother smiled and said, "What about the eldest aunt going down to the field? Then he said to me, "At this time, your grandmother is called grandma." I watched the woman obediently shout, "Grandma." "Ah," she replied, and then said to my mother, "he hasn't seen it, he doesn't know it." The mother said, "Ang, no." Then he said to me, "When we meet in the future, you must call grandma to know." "Well, got it. I said.

The woman smiled and said to her mother, "Obedient children." "Obedient, naughty. Mother said haha. My mother pointed to the cotton next to the east side of my field and said, "These are all good things, aren't they?" The woman looked at the cotton in the field and said, "Ang, yes." I have five acres of land on this one step. "There's a lot of land. Mother said. "Hey, it's a hassle to grow cotton, and the more land you have, the harder it is to clean up. The woman grumbled.

My mother walked around the cotton fields, and I followed. Cotton to my shoulder, I can see sporadic cotton blooming. The flowers are white, and the pink stamens inside can be seen when the petals are broken. When my mother saw it, she said, "Don't pull it off, if you pull it off, you won't have cotton." I said, "Ang, I know, I'll take a look." "There's no bugs, just a fork." Tomorrow we will skim the difference. Mother muttered to herself. Then he called to me: "Dragon, let's go home." Come back tomorrow. "Oh, okay. "I should be there.

People can be seen in the fields, sometimes exposed, sometimes buried in the crops. The road in the field is dirt road, and it is still smooth.

At home, my father was tidying up the yard, and a 28-beam bicycle was placed in the yard. When my mother saw the bicycle and said to my father, "You rode it here?" and my father said, "Yes." The mother said, "This is the same bicycle we used when we got married." The father bowed his head and responded, "Yes." ”

I don't know how to ride a bicycle, when I was in Shanxi, the roads were mostly uphill and downhill, there were basically no flat roads, and there were not many cyclists. Seeing myself forked in the yard, I went over to play. Shaking the pedals with your hands, the rear wheels turned, which was quite interesting. The harder you shake, the faster the wheels spin. When my mother saw me, she said, "Don't put your hand in it, be careful not to get it." "After saying yes, I'll play with myself.

"How many more faces do we have?" asked my mother. "There aren't too many left, and you can eat for a few days. Mother said. "Oh. The father replied, "You pack up the bags of wheat and take the time for me to carry them to the bags of noodles." The mother said, "All right, I'll use a dustpan." You know where to make noodles, right?" "There are noodles in the village. Go for that. Father said. "Is it the village to the east?" asked the mother. "Well, that's it, not too far, only six miles. ”

My mother packed up the kitchen pots and pans, took out a bag and said to me, "Dragon, go and get some straw in the wheat field to the south, we won't have any matches." "Where?" I asked, taking the bag. "Don't you know? It's Grandma's wheat field in the south. Mother said. After thinking about it for a while, I said, "I don't remember." My mother took me to the yard and pointed to the pit and said, "Did you see it on the other side of Grandma Hutong?" I said. "There's a willow tree, and that's the straw stack behind that willow tree. My mother gestured to me. I tried to make out the willow tree that my mother had said and the straw stack behind the willow tree, and said, "See! As he spoke, he ran forward. The mother said in the back, "Come back quickly, I'll wait to burn the pot." "Oh! got it!" I didn't look back or stop, just replied to her loudly.

The road was dry and free of dust, and the area along the edge of the pit to the south, turning a corner to the west, was full of wheat fields. I still remember that year, I was hiding behind the wheat straw stack on the side of the road and was reluctant to go to Shanxi with my mother, and I deliberately took a few more glances when I passed by. There were a few ducks there by the big pit, and when they saw me passing, they swam to the middle of the water with a quack ~ quack ~ quack ~ .

When I got to the straw stack that my mother had said, the straw had been retracted into a pit. I pulled the wheat straw out, and the wheat straw was flattened, very bright and slippery, and had a fragrance. Because the pressure is quite firm, it is not particularly easy to pick. When half a bag was picked, the second aunt also came to pick wheat straw. The second aunt is a tall, thin person, with a bulge on her head, which is very eye-catching. "Wheat straw, dragon. "My aunt told me. "Well, there's no firewood left. I said. "I'll help you. As she spoke, the aunt began to move. I said to her, "It's not very good." She said, "No, it's too porcelain." ”

When I got home, I put the wheat straw in the kitchen, and I said to my mother, "Mom, I met my second aunt when I was picking wheat straw." She helped me get a little bit. After hearing this, my mother said to me, "Don't let her help you when you meet in the future, let's just do it ourselves." Although I didn't understand why my mother said that, I replied, "Well, I know." "I didn't ask her why, the world of adults is so complicated, and my mother doesn't want me to ask too many things about adults.

The second time I met my second aunt, when she wanted to help me, I told her, "No need, auntie." I'll just do it myself. The second aunt asked me, "What's the matter, don't you be lighter if I help you?" She thought I was polite and didn't mean to stop. But I remembered what my mother told me, so I told her very much, "My mother won't let me." She looked at me in surprise, smiled a little awkwardly and said, "Okay, then you can do it yourself, don't be in a hurry." ”

The next day, my mother called me over and said, "Did you meet your second aunt yesterday?" I said. Mother said, "You told her that I wouldn't let you let her help you with the straw?" I looked at my mother and wondered if I had said something wrong. My mother said angrily, "How can you be so stupid? I said that your second aunt met me and said, 'I help the dragon to harvest wheat straw, and he told me that he didn't need my help, and that his mother wouldn't let me help.'" Then he sighed and said, "Dragon, you can't tell anyone everything I tell you." I nodded in understanding.

Although I don't understand, I understand a little that the relationship between my mother and my second aunt doesn't seem to be as it seems. Something seems to have happened between them.