"What kind of grass is this?"

Dong Ruyi kept staring at his father's hand and twisted his brows, so that's it. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info is estimated to be the same herb as last time. Turning his head and asking Dong Ping'an, who was squatting next to him: "Brother, what kind of grass is this?" ”

After the teaching of my brother last time, I learned a lot of commonly used herbs, and when I saw that there were people I didn't know, I naturally wanted to ask.

"We don't know the name, but we know that this grass with small yellow flowers is applied to the wound cut by the sickle, and it recovers quickly. The ancestors of the village have done this for generations. ”

Dong Ping'an turned his head around and showed a ashamed smile,

I'm sorry that I can't answer my sister's question.

Dong Ruyi nodded, sometimes I have to admire the wisdom of working people.

After Dong Banshan bandaged the wound, he asked his youngest son to sit on the ridge and rest for a while before cutting, and the others began to cut rice again.

Dong Pingkang is an idle man, there are not only rice in the field, but also insects and grasshoppers, he quickly grabbed Dong Ruyi's front with one hand, and said with a smile: "Sister, do you think my grasshopper is big?" ”

As he spoke, he danced with his hands and feet, and made the appearance of flying over when he caught the grasshopper.

Dong Ruyi looked at Dong Pingkang's face still stained with some mud, it was estimated that it was when he threw himself on the ground to catch grasshoppers, his eyes were almost slit with a smile, and he decided to tease him, so he smiled:

"It's so big, Pingkang, you catch a few and make a dish at noon."

Dong Pingkang pouted and said in a low voice: "It's not delicious." ”

Oh, this kid has really eaten it.

No matter how tired you are, you will forget the joy of harvest. In the morning, only a few pieces of rice were harvested.

In the afternoon, the weather is getting hotter and hotter, and it is the time when the wind is coming and the leaves are drifting, but the sun is already furious.

Dong Ruyi really understood the poem at this time, on the afternoon of hoeing day, sweat drops fell into the soil, who knew that the Chinese food on the plate was hard work. She felt itching on her hands and face, and the edges of the leaves of the rice were sharp, and the top was like a sickle with teeth. It's a red mark on your hand. Now there are red marks of different shades on her arms.

She endured the itch, and felt a stove roasting in her head, and all that came out of her mouth was hot air, and sweat flowed desperately and out. She felt like a fish thrown on the shore again, dizzy and weak, and then she didn't react.

When she woke up again, she found herself lying under the shade of the tree, Dong Pingkang looked at her anxiously, and when he saw her awake, he breathed a sigh of relief and shouted to the field, "Dad, my sister is awake."

After a while, Dong Banshan ran over, his face covered with sweat, and his dark face flowed down like a stream, "Ruyi, don't you feel better!" ”

The tone was full of concern.

Only then did Dong Ruyi know that she had suffered from heat stroke and fell to the ground. He was put in the shade by his father.

She touched her head, already feeling much better, and nodded hurriedly. "Dad, I'm fine." When you sit up, you have to go to work.

Dong Banshan took the kettle and handed it to her, "Let's drink a little water first, and bring the headscarf tomorrow, it won't be so easy to get hot." ”

When Dong Ruyi heard this, her face flushed, the villagers would wrap their headscarves in the ground, and everyone wore them when they went out, she looked ugly and refused, but it didn't turn out, she didn't listen to the old man, and she suffered in front of her.

She took another sip of herself, to be demeanor not cool, she deserved it.

Dong Banshan continued: "Ruyi, wait a minute, I want to thresh grain, you come and hand over the rice harvest." ”

Dong Ruyi knew that her father was taking care of her, and responded with a "belch". Threshing is a very tiring job, and at the end of the day, I am tired and my back hurts, especially my legs are sore. But handing the rice is not tired, just need to hand the rice rice that has been cut together and continue to hand it back and forth to his father.

After beating the grain, I had to tie up some of the straw, and I saw Dong Ping'an wave his hand in the straw pile with a few straws, and a heaf shelf stood on the ground energetically, and after a while, there were a lot of shelfs standing around him.

Dong Ruyi tried for a long time, but it fell apart as soon as he was tied, and he couldn't stand up at all. Dong Ping'an asked her to spread out these tied shelves to dry.

She touched her nose and ran away a little embarrassed, the shelves were dried in the sun after a few days, and then she used the noon or evening time to bale the straw home, and collect it to make firewood or other weaving.

Cutting rice is a battle, in which some people are killed and wounded, some faint and fall to the ground, and all of them are so tired that their backs hurt. However, after the victory, it is exciting to clean up the battlefield and go home with the fruits of victory.

"Ping'an, come and take a look, don't you move", Dong Banshan, who was loading grain, shouted at Dong Ping'an, who was busy not far away. Then he called Dong Ruyi.

Dong Ping'an put the burden on his shoulders and tried it, then put it down and nodded confidently, "Dad, I'll pick it." ”

Dong Ruyi was taken aback, and slandered in his heart: "My good man, this is a hundred pounds, such a young child can carry such a heavy burden, not to mention the pain in the shoulder, and the waist will flash if he is not careful." And it's still in the process of growing the body, so it won't be shortened.

No wonder rural babies are generally shorter than urban babies, this is not bent over by the burden of life, this is really pressed by the burden. ”

"Ruyi, it's yours." Dong Banshan's next words interrupted her whimsical, and said with a sad face: "Dad, why do I have it too?" ”

She was constantly wailing in her heart, she didn't want to be short, she was deeply disgusted by this word, she was not tall in her previous life, when she was employed, she stood up in a flock of cranes, she was full of talent but others looked down on her.

There are also some perverts who clearly mark their height in the recruitment conditions, which is Sensen's discrimination, which makes her feel so bitter

Later, when she was looking for a boyfriend, she encountered such embarrassment again, even if she was as beautiful as a flower, others couldn't look down on her, which was her deep pain.

"You're not heavy, you provoke it, or I'll take out a little more." Dong Banshan saw the pain on his daughter's face, and a trace of unbearability flashed in his eyes.

Dong Ruyi looked at the bag of millet fixedly, patted her chest, fortunately, she had a false alarm, only about thirty catties and she still moved.

Dong Pingkang laughed next to him and grimaced at her. She said angrily: "If you put your hand on your face, you will be a veritable mud monkey." ”

Dong Ruyi, who was delicate and frail, suffered heat stroke again the next day, and fell to the ground gloriously, even with a headscarf, it couldn't save her.

After his daughter recovered, Dong Banshan was afraid that her daughter would not be able to stand it and collapse again, so he persuaded her to go home, and refused to let her come out to work, just to come out to work when the sun was about to set.