The sky was just dawning, and the sun was still looming.

"Oh-oh-oh-" The rooster in the yard just crowed.

Grandma had already made breakfast and had packed up the things she was going to bring to the mountain, so she went to urge Fan Ya to get up: "Ya! Lesser! Get up, the roosters are crowing, you little lazy worm, get up! Get up!" Pushed Fan Ya's little ass again.

"Grandma! Stop arguing! Stop arguing! Let me finish this dream and sleep a little more. Just squint for a moment. "Fan Yagang dreamed of gnawing on a big chicken leg, and she really wanted to finish the delicious big chicken thigh, so she really didn't want to get up. Pull up the quilt, cover your head and continue to sleep.

Grandma didn't do it, pulled the quilt over, threw a roll of the quilt at the end of the bed, and threatened: "Get up quickly!" If you don't get up again, I'll pour a ladle of water on you. ”

Fan Ya didn't cover the quilt and shrunk into a ball of cold, she wanted to talk to her grandmother again, and finish gnawing the big chicken leg in her dream, so she continued to squint for a while. But when she heard that, her grandmother was going to pour water on her, and she was so frightened that she got up immediately.

"When you get it right, the sun will also burn your ass! What can you do in a day...... "Grandma is constantly nagging.

Fan Ya was reluctant in her heart, so she went to wash and eat......

Grandma gave Fan Ya two big baskets and a small flat pole and let Fan Ya carry it away.

Fan Ya saw that her grandmother was carrying two large baskets on her right shoulder, and she didn't know what was in them, and she was still holding a hoe in her left hand.

Grandma strode towards the mountain with a basket, and Fan Ya followed closely behind Grandma.

At this time, the sun's orange face leaned out shyly. In the white clouds, curious looking around.

At this time, the sun was so shy, and around the orange head, there were strands of cocoons like yarn. It playfully pulled out the translucent silk and wrapped it around itself. Its overflowing orange glows with golden light, rendering the sky as it emerges, and the blue sea is also a warm color.

There were a few little sparrows parked on the telephone pole, "chirping-chirping" and calling incessantly.

In the distance, there were several dog barks of "Wang-Wang".

There are few pedestrians on the road, adding a bit of excitement to the quiet morning.

When she arrived at her own terraced fields, grandma put a bunch of farm tools in the field, then took out two pairs of new coarse linen gloves and handed them to Fan Ya, Fan Ya took a set, no: "Grandma!" My new glove has two small holes that have been bitten by mice, and both of them are left-handed. Grandmother! Will your gloves be? ”

Grandma stretched out her hand to show Fan Ya, which was exactly the same as Fan Ya's hand. Without waiting for Fan Ya to ask, grandma calmly explained: "Oh! That's how it is. Yesterday, grandma went to Xiao Yan's house, and this glove was given by your Xiao Yan's mother, and it can be used if it's okay. Xiao Yan's mother also gave you eight of your favorite wife cakes and a big bag of oranges. She said that you often help Xiaoyan take Xiaobao's younger brother, and these things are for you to eat. Grandma only brought a little bit today, and the things are in the big basket, so you can take it yourself when you are hungry. ”

After grandma finished speaking, she asked Fan Ya to pull the sweet potato vines in each ridge to the side. He followed behind Fan Ya, bending down to grab the sweet potato vine with one hand, and holding a sharpened sickle in the other, cutting the sweet potato vine. A large handful of vines that had been cut were pulled out and a long one was drawn out and used as a rope to tie up the vines and throw them at the top of the field.

The speed at which Fan Ya pulled the vines was very fast at first, bending over and starting work with his left and right hands at the same time. When he encountered a stubborn vine and couldn't pull it, he gritted his teeth and pulled it hard, even pulling out the sweet potatoes in the field. When you meet a lilac sweet potato flower, you can pick it and stick it in your hair. Gradually, I got a little tired, and my speed slowed down a little.

After Fan Ya's long pulling, a total of six ridges of terraced fields about ten meters long each, and the sweet potato vines obediently fell to one side.

Fan Ya had already left her grandmother far behind, and watched her grandmother finish cutting a ridge.

After this toss, Fan Ya was indeed a little tired and a little hungry. No, I should have heard my grandmother say that there was something she liked to eat in the basket, and now I ran to the basket to find food, and there were only two oranges and two wife cakes in it: Auntie gave so much, and grandma brought this. Alas! This old lady in my family is too picky.

Fan Ya also took a wife cake and an orange, broke half of each and stuffed it into her grandmother's mouth, and forced her grandmother to eat some too. At first, the grandmother was reluctant to eat, and kept pushing to leave it to her granddaughter, but she couldn't screw the child's repeated requests, so she accepted this filial piety.

After resting for a while, Fan Ya took the initiative to ask her to cut the vines, and her grandmother was not polite and handed the sickle to Fan Ya. Then she taught her how to cut vines and how to tie vines, and watched Fan Ya try many times, so she was relieved to let Fan Ya do it alone.

Grandma picked up the hoe and dug up the sweet potato, and when she went down with a pickaxe, she saw half of the sweet potato exposed, and when she went down with the second pickaxe, she saw the whole sweet potato. Grandma pulled up the stubble of the sweet potato, and a large bunch of large and small sweet potatoes came out, shook the soil on it, and stacked it on the ridge.

At this time, the sun seems to have broken out of its cocoon into a butterfly, fading its earlier orange and replacing it with an increasingly intense gold, without shyness and vitality. It's like the water of a fountain, bursting out unstoppably.

People came one after another on the terraces on the mountain, and gradually there were people on each terrace. There are adults and children on the terraces, and basically the whole family mobilizes.

Every year, during the busy farming season, the school has to choose a period of good weather for a week.

Don't look at the children, when it comes to farming, children can help a lot. A family with more children at home has a few more good laborers.

So parents are also looking forward to the holidays. As long as the children don't go to class, they can do some farm work and let go crazy in the mountains, which is also a very good thing.

There are more people on the mountain and more talking, and the adults are busy with their hands and their mouths are idle, for fear that the other party will not hear, so they are all shouting loudly. Originally, the rural people had a loud voice, coupled with a deliberately loud voice, and they thought they were arguing.

There are also real quarrels, and the neighboring ones are just a little bit more ridges, and they can't quarrel at first. Seeing that everyone was so busy that no one tried to persuade them, they were arguing and arguing for fear that the work would not be completed, so it would be over.

The children felt fresh and positive at the beginning of their work, and they were very serious about completing the tasks given by the adults. After doing it for a long time, I started to play, and I started to play while playing, and there were crying, laughing, scolding, and bringing dogs to the mountain, and at this time, I was also shouting and cheering "Wang-Wang!" Keep calling.

Mixed with all kinds of sounds, the mountains are also the busiest season of the year.

the chirping little sparrows that come to the accompaniment of the autumn breeze; The yellow leaves are not to be outdone, dashing and falling with the wind; Camellias and wild chrysanthemums also come to join in the fun, how can the beautiful autumn be without their touches; The mountain spring of "Ding Ding - Dong Dong" flows more happily.

In a flash, it was almost noon, and the people in the small terraced fields had dug up the sweet potatoes and carried them home. Like the Fan family, the people of the Great Terraces continue to work in the mountains.

Grandma Fan had already dug three ridges, and she was obviously a little tired, so she beat her waist with her fists. Look at Fan Ya has silently cut the remaining two and a half ridges: one morning, this child only went to the grass to go to the toilet twice, and only rested for a short time while eating that little thing, and it was not easy to work all the time. Last year, she was still making noise in the mud, and this year she is my right-hand man. It's time to cook for the children, and the grandparents and grandchildren should also take a break, so they shouted to Fan Ya: "Ya! Lesser! Don't cut it, rest for a while, and wait for us to cook and eat. After working for most of the day, I was thirsty and hungry, so I took a shiny knife in the basket, picked up a sweet potato and peeled it, ate half of it myself, and handed it to Fan Ya.

Since Fan Ya had been on video with her father that day, she asked her to be obedient, so that she could drag someone to send her a super gift. Mom and Dad have never given her a gift yet, so they are very much looking forward to this super gift. I worked very hard today, and my grandmother didn't stop.

When she heard her grandmother shout to stop, she put down the sickle in her hand. Raising his head, he looked at the piles of vines, and the rows of sweet potatoes neatly dressed in red like privates on the ridges of the fields. It's spectacular! What a sense of accomplishment! Suddenly, the fatigue of the whole body has been reduced a lot. Take the sweet potato from grandma's hand, "Let's chirp!" Whoa!" Just eat, Fan Ya was already hungry, and thought: It is estimated that the remaining wife cakes and oranges will be eaten by grandma in the afternoon.

To be continued......