What is the grass shovel for, it is to shovel weeds in the soil of the field, and to put it more comprehensively, it is a special knife used to shovel weeds and feed pigs. This kind of tool, if there is a family museum in the house, go to his museum to find it, and there should still be it. Quite simply, a piece of iron less than three fingers wide at its widest point, less than a cent thick, with a rat's tail like a cone at the end of the piece, inserted into a wooden handle thicker than a sausage, and finished. You take it and shovel it at the root of the weed, and as soon as you pry it, the weed rises up with a little dirt in an upright position, and you grab it with your other hand and gently fall it in your hand, and the grass shovel is shoveling the other hand. There is also a tool, have you seen Hunan's flower drum opera "Bang Hai Chopping Wood", the protagonist in the play is called Liu Hai, as soon as he appeared on stage, he saw him holding a knife, carrying a two-meter-long wooden stick on his shoulder, that knife is called Mao Sickle, what is it for? It is used to chop wood; That's called a thousand quintals, what is it for? It is used to collect firewood. These three tools are used for two purposes, but they are related to Duolao and willow branches. When they were more than 4 years old, they picked up a grass shovel, and when they were more than 8 years old, they picked up a sickle and a thousand quintals, picked them up and could not put them down, and in the following ten years, they followed them through the morning mist, through the twilight, through the fierce words, bathed in wind and frost, and experienced hardships.

The adults in the production team can't finish the farm work no matter how much they do. Tiangong, who woke up on time in the dark, had just released a line of gray light, and the clerk in the team took a small hammer and gritted his teeth as if to take revenge, slamming an iron plate that was almost the size of a door plate that had been hoisted, even if he hid in the air-raid shelter, he could feel the vibration wave transmitted by it. The labor force in the production team crawls out of the house like a sensor to start the day's work. In the future, this iron plate will be tortured by the clerk at the specified time, and these "sensors" will also listen to the sound and climb in and out, in order: breakfast, work, rest for half an hour, work, lunch, work, rest for half an hour, work, dinner, the last sound is political study, if they encounter the kind of dark night described in the novel, the members have to use their hands to "walk" in front and feet to listen to the report of the political instructor.

So the question is: Do these "sensors" have Sundays? Yes, but that's just something written on the calendar. "Light rain is small dry, heavy rain is big dry"! Then you will ask: is it not dry without rain? Not! No rain extra dry.

Therefore, adults want to take some time to work on the necessary problems at home, such as firewood for cooking rice and feed for pigs...... It's like the smashed iron plate that didn't have a seam. So the adults gave the scythe and the grass carving to the children in three points of joke and seven points in earnest, but in fact the burden of this was placed on these children, who became a front of the domestic labor force too early.

It was a day in the middle of spring, and the power of the sun had not yet grown, but the spirit was good, and the temperature of the air was just right, and the breeze was mixed in, which was really pleasant. Willow Branch's father had just divided the two harnesses of a basket evenly among her two shoulders, and when she gently combined the harness and shoulders to condition and condition, Duo Lao came over with the basket on his back, and it seemed that the adults of the two families had already agreed on the arrangement in advance. Each also had a grass shovel in his hand. When they set off, Liu Zhi's father sent them across the pond embankment and pointed in the direction ahead, which happened to be the direction of the ancestral family.

Walking one after the other, the basket was only a few inches shorter than a person, and two little feet could be seen moving forward in the space between the basket and the ground a few inches high, like two snails crawling out in the spring.

I have long longed to work like adults, wear a straw hat, play in the fields, and be happy with so many people. If you are like adults, you can earn 10 cents a day, you can get more than two cents a day, you can buy a pair of liberation shoes in a month, rubber soles, green canvas surface, and shoelaces on them, loosen and tighten as you like, military supplies Hey, unlike the cloth shoes made by my mother, you can't touch any water. Now, they fully believe in the promise of their parents: "The wolf is looking for pigweed, and the day I sell the pig, I will give you a few yuan." "If you have money, you can buy a pair of liberation shoes, that's what they dream of!

The crate slapping made their butts a little uncomfortable, and because they had sweet dreams, they didn't feel it. came to the door of Zucun's house. The first thing Zu Cun said when he saw them was, "Your basket is too big!" ”

"How old is that?" Dorau asked, tilting his head.

"Take mine, yours don't want it!" Playing barefoot, wearing patched pants and high rolled trouser legs, Zu Cun said arbitrarily and savevably. He shot into the house with a flying foot, and carried a basket out, he shook the basket, and the grass shovel inside jumped with a catty: "You see, the mouth of this basket is not big or thin, sometimes it hits, sometimes it misses." ”

"Good Luo, just use your Luo."

"Take your shoes off." Zu Cun commanded them, and he almost laughed out loud.

"How?" Hardworking and tilting his head,

"Wet in the field, what you miss is liberation shoes."

So the two of them just threw their feet twice, and the four shoes were abandoned on the floor. Four very old cloth shoes, each with a hole in its big toe, like four eyes staring at them, why did they abandon them rudely and leave impolitely.

The two sides are bordered by mountains, and the trumpet-shaped mountain chong is low in front and high in the back, like a washboard leaning against Shuangniuchong. The safflower grass in each hill field is blooming, dominating the color of the whole chong, with a few muddy ponds of different sizes embedded in the middle, a few gray paths like dirty traces, and the safflower grass between the mounds blooms fat and thin, and this mountain chong is like a tattered flower cloth abandoned in the spring.

All three of them jumped into the field, and the soil under their feet had to be hard or not, soft or soft, and it was indeed wet, and if they did not wear liberation shoes, they had to be barefoot. There are two kinds of grass in the field, one is safflower and one is goldenrod. The safflower grass blooms with red flowers, and it relies on the owner to plant it, and it depends on it to make green manure, so it is the attitude of the master, and it is impossible to occupy the whole territory forever, proudly hold the red flowers high, and spread out the petals as much as possible to show its identity. The yellow flower, it is in the wild, can only crawl pitifully on the ground, bow down under the skirt of the safflower grass, or the safflower grass is too lazy to go to the place to settle down, although it also blooms a yellow flower, but the body is thin and pale. But it is a good feed for pigs, and can be collected openly, will not say who is stealing yellow flowers and grass to feed pigs, nor will it say that you are destroying collective production, it is a kind of weed, it is equivalent to raising fish in the pond, you use the fish to hook, or go down to the pond to touch a fish (Wang Ba), you can also take it away in front of the owner of the pond, because this is a wild fish, convention.

Obviously, Zu Cun had searched for hogweed several times, and he taught Dorao and Willow Branch how to identify safflower grass and yellow weed, where yellow weeds usually appear or like to hide, and introduced several other weeds, and then demonstrated the action of shoveling grass. A few days earlier, he also crossed the machine plough road and participated in a "fork throwing" activity in the outside team. The so-called throwing fork is to put a basket or basket to a certain distance from the person, and each participant takes a handful of pigweed as gambling money, and throws the shovel in his hand into the basket in front of him. Zu Cun came several times to mobilize them to do this activity that could no longer be fun and meaningless. He came out of the team for the purpose of throwing a fork, and it would not be thinner than the cowhide that he had studied abroad today. When he was in the floor before, he was in a hurry to compete, and he was so excited that he explained that there was no time for this activity to require the size of the basket caliber, and the ones they brought were obviously out of specification, too big, and they would hit it when they threw it, and they couldn't explain it before they practiced. He thought that he could bring this with him, and secretly laughed at them for rushing into the latch house, and they only played under the straw hut every day, and they didn't even know the fork toss, which the children of the production team liked most when they were looking for pigweed.

As he spoke, Zu Cun had already shoveled a handful of yellow flowers that he thought was enough, placed them on the side of his basket, and shouted, "Hurry up! Mine has it! "And the newcomer Duolao and the willow branches have not yet made up a handful, put it up, smaller than the ancestral pile, and hurriedly shoveled a few more to make up for it.

Zu Cun hurriedly drew a line on the ground with a shovel a few meters away from his basket, and the shovel throwing began.

After rock-paper-scissors, Zu Cun threw the shovel first, which means that he served first on the court. In this first round, Zu Cun was hit, and he hurried and threw the handful of grass from Dorao and Willow into his basket, saying that he had won and theirs had lost. They had no reserves, so they had to "raise money" from scratch, he and Liu Zhi took out the shovel and got busy, and Zu Cun watched them busy with his hands behind his back, like a slave owner supervising his mother. Soon, another handful of grass was formed. In the second round, the shovel was shoveled by Duolao, and the one that Zu Cun had confiscated before withdrew, and they had the capital of two handfuls of grass for Duolao; In the third round, the willow branch shoveled first, missed, and was hit by the second throwing of the ancestral deposit, and returned a handful, and the ancestral storage had two more; In the fourth round, Zucun took the lead in shoveling, missed, and returned from the second one, Zucun still only had one, and they had two more; In the fifth round, the willow branch was missed, and the ancestor was hit...... In this way, the probability of being in the ancestral life is 50 percent, the willow branch is 0 percent, and the overwork is 100 percent. Cycle after cycle, always one and two, but they were busy sweating profusely.

The sun has been played down by them, what about the total income of the three of them? That's three handfuls of grass.

A gust of mountain wind came to drive them away, and they each shivered evenly, and Willow couldn't help but say, "Ah, it's so cold!" ”

"Ahh

"Ahh

"Forget it, forget it!" Zu Cun sucked the pasty snot that had fallen a few minutes back into his nose, and pulled up the trousers that were about to retreat to his thighs, all the way to his armpits, and the patched pants allowed him to cover his head unless he had two arms in his way. The pants belonged to his father.

"Forget it, forget it."

"Forget it, forget it."

"Will you come back tomorrow?" Zu Cun asked.

"I'll be back tomorrow!" Throw a handful of winning grass into the basket so that everyone has a handful, and no more than one each

"I'll be back tomorrow!" Willow Branch also lifted the top of his trousers.

In any case, there will be no less accumulation in the shoes than mud on the feet, and the more labor and willow branches do not have to wash their feet before wearing them.

It was already dark, and the two "snails" returned, and the first to welcome them "full of loads" was Willow Branch's father, who looked at it with wide eyes for a while, and finally reached out and picked up the yellow flowers and plants that were tossed like silk threads from the basket, looked at them, and after making several possible assumptions, he smiled: "Ask your mother to cook for you a night meal!" "Daddy snorted.

Another "snail" is going up the mound there to give his parents the same "surprise"

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