One day at noon, Qin Ming was eating in front of the door with a bowl, and saw a woman who seemed to be unknown but unrecognizable, with a man who was nearly thirty years old, walking towards this side. Before Qin Ming could speak, the woman smiled slightly and said, "You are Sister-in-law Zhang's son, Mingming, right?" I'm your Aunt Li, and I'm looking for Zhongliang for something. She said and walked straight in the direction of Qin Zhongliang's house.

"Oh, big bull!" Qin Ming suddenly recognized that it was Aunt Li's son Da Niu who was following behind, hurriedly put the rice bowl on the ground, grabbed his hand, and said, "Why have you changed so much?" I almost don't recognize you. It's like the two of you I saw at my aunt's house more than ten years ago! ”

"Yes. We're all changing, we're not knowing each other. I heard that you are very happy to have married a good wife. But I'm still single, how can I recognize each other? Da Niu said.

"Nope! I haven't forgotten those friendships and things we had when we were kids! It's just that I haven't been to my aunt's house for many years, I haven't seen you, I don't know your situation, and I don't know what to do! Qin Ming explained to Da Niu.

"You eat. I went to the house of the captain, Brother Zhongliang, and begged him for help. Da Niu let go of Qin Ming's hand and also walked towards Qin Zhongliang's house.

Looking at the backs of the mother and son who walked away, Qin Ming recalled those difficult years.

In the year 1960, some men starved to death, some women starved to death, some children starved to death, and several people in one family starved to death, and even none of the whole family survived.

Aunt Li, Sister-in-law Zhang, and Aunt Wang, three widows, are difficult to farm without their husbands. The widow Aunt Zhang harvested the wheat, and thanks to Qin Changde's help, she planted it. Aunt Wang, who lost her husband, also piggybacked on the old men in the nearby room when they were on the ground. Only the widow Aunt Li had cut the wheat and it rained before she planted it. This year's flood season came earlier, and as soon as the solar calendar arrived in May, there were several heavy rains in a row. The ditches and rivers were full, and the stagnant water in the fields took a day or two to go down, and the crops in the depressions had already been soaked in the soup. In Aunt Li's wheat stubble field, there is not a single tree, and a red taro ridge has not been beaten, so she can only watch people planting red taro. Aunt Li was anxious and dry, and she couldn't help it. Although after the flood season passed, they were planted improvised, but when it was time to harvest, the yield was quite different: two acres could not be harvested by one acre. The other crops are not as good as others, and after the production is paid, there is not much left. She thought of her own difficulties again, thought about what happened to her, and suddenly had a thought: remarry!

Spring blossoms and autumn fruits. In the blink of an eye, in the autumn, people harvest the fruits of their labor, and transport sorghum, soybeans, and corn to their homes. Except for what is left to eat and cellar, the remaining red taro is cut into slices and dried with a red taro clipper or a hand crank machine for cutting red taro. The field was white, one after another, and after three or five suns, families were pulling their cars home. The fast pace and happy laughter all show people's joy after the harvest. Though each family receives more or less; Despite the disparity in yield between those planted early and those planted late, people still felt joy and joy to varying degrees; Although it is difficult to erase the sadness of losing a loved one for a while, people's faces have a hint of rosy and a hint of smile. Harvested, sown, reaped. The people of Daqinzhuang, no, all the people who are digging on this yellow earth or black soil, are doing the cycle that their ancestors have carried out for generations.

The peasants are tired and die of busy days, but they are not alive and idle. Rural life is rural life. After harvesting the seeds, people are calculating how much they have harvested, how much they have paid, and how much they have left, and each family is making their own plans, looking forward to another good year. But from the beginning of winter to the beginning of spring, the women were doing needlework together, and the men were gathered together against the wall, basking in the sun, and their mouths were not idle.

"This woman is cheap, and it's hard to endure without a man!" Qin Changkui, who was squatting on the left side of the original cafeteria door, suddenly burst out.

"Look at you in your sixties, what a dog and a mouse, nosy!" Qin Changshun to the east of him felt that he was talking ugly, and he was nosy, so he stopped him from talking.

"Paper can't hold the fire, who doesn't know the way, the mother of the big cow is looking for a man! It's Xiao Chang'e's bridge! Qin Changkui's voice became louder, and he looked at Qin Changshun with wide eyes, it seemed that only he knew the Tao best.

"Say! Say! Say! You know, people's ears are stuffed with donkey hair! Qin Changshun glanced at Qin Changkui angrily, said like a rolling bean, patted the soil behind him, and got up to leave.

"Let's go, I'm not a good woman anyway!" Qin Changbao agreed.

"Good woman? What a good woman? Qin Changkui's eyes were on fire.

"That's not what I said. Whether a woman is good or not, it's not that she's bad if she's married, since her husband Changfeng died, it's hard enough for a woman to take her children to plow and plant. After harvesting wheat, is there really a man who can plant it until he has sent water? Without a man, it would be difficult to farm. You are a full man, you don't know how to go, a hungry man is hungry, and you can't feel it. Qin Changde said his opinion. If you don't do it, Baoyu can arrange it properly, and you won't receive a lot at all. ”

Qin Changkui squatted against the wall, wanting to say but stopping.

"Marriage is also forced, is it easy?"

"Anyway, when Changfeng was alive, she didn't cheat, and she was still a woman."

A few people squatting at the base of the wall said their own opinions, and some only listened but didn't speak. Gentlemen, brothers, fell into silence.

"Good, good! A good horse is not worthy of a second saddle, and a good woman does not marry a second man. If such a woman really keeps the way of women, she will not sleep with other men! Qin Changkui was angry and left the gossip crowd.

"It's boring!" I don't know who said it. Everyone got up, patted the soil behind them, and left the boundless "meeting room".