As a friend of picking up shells and pearls, I have been paying attention to "Re-wearing the Farmhouse and Planting Good Fields", looking forward to having more and more friends and fans of "Re-wearing the Farmhouse and Planting Good Fields", and looking forward to the results of "Re-wearing the Farmhouse and Planting Good Fields" getting better and better.

The writing is delicate and expressive, and everyone can see it. Its strong life experience and plot description close to the times are a major feature of "Re-wearing the Farmhouse and Planting Good Fields".

In the chapter 7 of the homespun bag and pants, Tian Qingqing and her mother have this conversation:

Tian Qingqing: "Mom, did I really wear a two-year-old homespun bag when I was a child?" ”

Mother: "Well, all three of you. When you get out of the homespun bag, you will be able to walk. It's fun! ”

Tian Qingqing: "Wear such a big one, don't cry in the homespun bag?" ”

Mother: "Can you stop crying?" Hao Lanxin smiled, as if she was saying something very common: "Adults can't do it without work, and I'm afraid that children will bump into it, so I have to wear more days of soil." Some of the children would pour the soil into the soil themselves, and they would still put it in a cloth bag. ”

Tian Qingqing: "Dump the soil yourself? ”

Mother: "When a child runs away and no one is watching, when the adults go down to the ground, they put on a homespun bag. When he or she returns, put on his or her pants and let him pour out the soil in the sack by himself. ”

Tian Qingqing: "Isn't he (she) afraid of being alone at home?" ”

Mother: "Children, do you know what it is to be afraid?" ”

Tian Qingqing: "Then, he (she) is still crying hard?" ”

Mother: "What child doesn't cry?!" ”

People born in the 80s and 90s may not understand this description, but I feel it deeply.

I was born and raised in the countryside in the mid-60s. Just as the pearl is described, he grew up wearing a homespun bag. There are many brothers and sisters in the family, and they all wear two-year-old homespun bags. My youngest brother was born in the early 70s, is two and a half years old, and still wears dirt. The most memorable time was in the summer, when a few of our older ones were playing in the courtyard. The little brother climbed out of the house wearing a homespun bag. When I climbed to the door of the house, the doorstring blocked the dirt bag, and I couldn't climb out. While crying, he turned around and pulled the dirt bag outside. A few of our big ones were laughing in the courtyard.

Ahem, looking back now, I feel sad and guilty......

Thank you for picking up beads and reminding me of my childhood!