Grandma took out a basket from the big basket and carried it to the middle of the field to put it down. Use a hoe to make a small flat place, pull down three larger stones in the field, put it on the ground just prepared, find a few small stones on three sides and fix it, and finally take out the pot from the basket and put it, and a simple stove is ready.

Fan Ya was stunned as she watched from the side: "Grandma! You're amazing!"

"What's so powerful, everyone does this, you go and pick up some dead branches and leaves, and then use them as firewood, and grandma goes to the neighborhood to wash the sweet potatoes with mountain spring water." Saying that, grandma picked out some small sweet potatoes in the whole bunch of sweet potatoes and put them in the basket, and there was an empty big cola bottle inside.

Fan Ya recognized this Coke bottle, or the last time the typhoon was blowing to repair the house, the cousin brought the Coke, but she didn't expect the empty bottle to be collected by her grandmother like a baby.

I watched my grandmother walk towards the mountain spring with the basket.

After Fan Ya waited for her grandmother to leave, she began to look for dead branches and leaves everywhere nearby.

Some of the people who saw the big terraces were still digging sweet potatoes, some people were starting to build stoves like their grandmothers, some people had started to make fires to cook, and some people who were in a hurry had already sat on the ridges to eat.

The mountain spring is full of people, there are people washing dishes, washing sweet potatoes, washing hands, and children playing in the water.

Wait for Fan Ya to find a pile of firewood. Grandma had returned, and took out the bowls, chopsticks, spoons, and a small bowl of yellowed dried salted fish that had been steamed in the pot in the morning and put them in the basket. Then put the peeled sweet potatoes in the pot, pour the bottle of Coke that was freshly filled with water into the pot, and start cooking on the fire.

asked Fan Ya to go to the mountain spring to wash his hands, and it happened that a few children were also washing their hands there, so they got together to play in the water.

When Fan Ya came back, grandma had already cooked and was waiting for her to eat......

Fan Ya picked up the sickle and wanted to continue cutting vines, but was stopped by her grandmother: "Ya! In the afternoon, I don't cut vines or dig sweet potatoes. It's too late today, and the rest will be done tomorrow. Anyway, our terraces are basically on this mountain. Lesser! You break the sweet potatoes off the vine stubble, pick out the big sweet potatoes and give them to grandma, and put the small ones in your two big baskets first. ”

After the grandmother finished explaining, she took out a dustpan with a small wooden board in another basket, and broke a small pile of large sweet potatoes, put them at her feet, sat on the ridge and began to cut sweet potato chips with a large knife.

Fan Ya followed her grandmother's instructions to break off the sweet potatoes from the vine stubble and pick them, and the small sweet potatoes directly enlarged the basket. Provide a steady stream of large sweet potatoes to grandma. It didn't take long for a hill to form around Grandma. The two big baskets were also filled with small sweet potatoes, and there was a pile of small sweet potatoes on the ground, and Grandma asked Fan Ya to enlarge all of them in the basket, just filling one basket.

Fan Ya only cared about making sweet potatoes, and threw the vine stubble on the top of the sweet potatoes all over the terraces. There are also piles of sweet potato vines in the east and a handful in the west.

Grandma didn't pay attention at first, but later saw that the whole terraced field made Fan Ya a mess, and there was no place to dry the sweet potato chips. shouted at Fan Ya: "Ya! Lesser! You first pick out those small bundles of vines, and put the young vines in the basket, and the old vines are put on the hillside by our terraced fields to dry. ”

"Grandma! Why are you using these? I'll throw it into the ravine, forget it" Fan Ya always felt that this vine was too much of a hindrance, and wanted to throw it into the ravine.

"Silly boy! Don't throw it away, the tender vines are picked up and chopped and boiled for the pigs to eat, and the old vines can be used as firewood when they are dried. Grandma hurriedly stopped Fan Ya and quickly explained to her, for fear that Fan Ya would throw away the vines quickly.

"These vines are really useful, oh my God! Burning vines as firewood, and sweet potatoes are still boiling in the pot, this is not a killing of brothers with the same fate. Fan Ya suddenly remembered and shouted.

"What's wrong? Sweet potato vines can be used as firewood, so what's wrong with boiling sweet potatoes? Grandma was puzzled: What kind of play is this crazy girl thinking!

"Grandma! This is too similar to the seven-step poem written by Cao Zhi: boiling beans burns beans, and beans cry in the kettle. This is born from the same root, why is it too anxious to fry each other? Fan Ya was very excited and blurted out, yesterday the teacher just talked about Cao Zhi's seven-step poem.

"What a mess, grandma doesn't understand. Don't throw the vines at me, pick them up for me, the sun is about to set. Grandma couldn't understand Fan Yawen's crepe words, and urged her to hurry up.

It was rare for Fan Ya to remember Cao Zhi's seven-step poem this time, and she used it very well, but she was ruthlessly suppressed by her grandmother, and she was full of grievances and bored to fiddle with the vines.

Fan Ya tidied up the vines, looked at the vine stubble that still had a place, and thought that this thing should be useless! He picked up a handful of vine stubble and walked to the ravine.

Grandma had just finished cutting a big sweet potato in her hand, and when she looked up, she saw Fan Ya going to the ravine, and shouted, "Ya! Lesser! Why are you going? Dry the vine stubble on the hillside on the edge of our terraces. ”

"Grandma! This is really useless, why can't you throw it in the ravine? "Fan Ya can't understand grandma.

"Fool! This vine stubble can be dried and used as firewood, but it is easy to burn. Why do you always want to throw things into the ravine today. Grandma thought to herself, "Ah! This is a really loser child.

"Grandma! How can anything become a baby bump with you! Fan Ya thought to herself: Alas! This old grandmother in our family has everything in her eyes as a treasure. The hands kept moving, and all the scattered vine stubble on the ground was taken to the hillside to dry.

At this time, Grandma asked Fan Ya to put her cut sweet potato chips in a basket and then carry them, and put the pieces of sweet potato chips directly on the ridges of the fields, on the top of the fields, on the big stones near the terraces to dry.

Fan Ya looked behind her, and there were sweet potato chips everywhere. Every house is so cold, and the whole mountain is covered as far as the eye can see, and from a distance, it looks like a continuous pebble on the seaside.

"Grandma! Can sweet potato chips dry cold like this? The sun is about to go down. Fan Ya was a little unconvinced.

Grandma said, "It's cold at night on the mountain, so you can harvest dried sweet potatoes when you come here tomorrow morning." ”

By the time Grandma finished cutting the pile of sweet potatoes, it was already dusk.

The mountain has long been sparsely populated, and everything is calm again.

Because she had to come over tomorrow, my grandmother made a lot of things on the terraces. Let Fan Ya pick two baskets of sweet potatoes, pick one sweet potato and one fresh vine and cook it for the pigs. The rest of the stuff is put in the fields by the edges of the terraces.

Soon the sky was dark, the moon was looming, and the shadows of the trees were dimly lit. From time to time, a gust of mountain wind blew, and it was quite strange to watch the shadows of the trees in the dark night, and occasionally there was a crow or two of "ahh

At first, the grandparents and grandchildren carried the burden one foot deep and one foot shallow, and walked back slowly on the mountain road.

"Grandma! Could there be ghosts? I'm scared! Fan Ya was a little afraid to walk on the dark night road.

"Don't be afraid! There's grandma! We are good people who carry two magic lamps on our shoulders, and the demons and monsters will be afraid to leave when they see it. When the moon comes out and the hall is bright, the road will be easy to walk. Grandma comforted.

As my grandmother said, gradually, the moon came out, shining brightly on the earth, like day. At this time, the pace of the grandfather and grandson was significantly accelerated.

Just go out in the early hours of the morning, go home in the moonlight, and the week's vacation is over.

Grandma always smiled after hard work, and proudly said that Fan Ya's farm leave helped her a lot. She was much more relaxed than in previous years.