Compared with Zhang Ze's happy and carefree childhood, Lin Na's childhood in the next village can be described as miserable.

When she was six years old, Linna's mother died of hemorrhage in childbirth when she gave birth to her fourth brother.

The town staff were going to come to the door to fine, carry things, catch chickens and ducks, and saw that the skinny Linna and her three younger brothers had no shoes to wear in the winter, and were wearing tattered shirts and pants full of holes, standing at the door of the house shivering with cold.

In the house, there was only a thin dirty quilt on the kang made of wooden planks, and grass underneath.

There was no meat at all on the kitchen table, only coarse salt and dried radish.

Not a drop of oil is missing from the dried radish.

There was a large pot of gruel boiling in the pot.

With tears in their eyes, the staff threw down two dollars and told Linna's father to bury his woman well, take the child well, and leave.

On the day of my mother's funeral, my father followed closely behind my mother's coffin, holding his wife's tablet in his hand.

Lin Na carried her two-year-old third brother on her back, pulled her three-year-old second brother, and the four-and-a-half-year-old eldest brother tightly pulled the corners of her clothes and followed her.

The eldest brother, the second brother and the third brother were sobbing with tears and snot, and they knew that they would eventually lose their mother forever.

The fourth brother, who was just a few days old, had no one to take care of and slept at home alone.

Linna didn't cry.

She has almost forgotten what it was like to have her mother before she was six years old.

On days when my mother is around, I can always feel a trace of warmth.

After her mother left, all she remembered in her mind was that spring had come, and the seedlings in the field had grown, and it was time to pull them out and plant them in the field.

It's just that the soil in the field is so hard, she and her four-and-a-half-year-old brother stepped on it vigorously but couldn't step on it.

Dad couldn't borrow an ox to make a harrow.

They had to use hoes, hands and feet to pound the mud from the fields into a mud slurry.

Why is the dustpan for seedlings so high? She couldn't pick it up at all, so she had to drag it by hand, and she had to prevent the seedlings from falling to the ground.

Why is the sun so poisonous at noon? She was so dizzy from the sun!

Why can other people's rice plants be planted so quickly? She, her father, and eldest brother worked non-stop for most of the day, and the two fields were not half planted.

Dad said that he had to finish planting these two fields today before he could rest.

Why is her stomach so hungry?

In the morning, before dawn, my father called me to make porridge.

There is no food at home, so you can only drink gruel.

Definitely hungry easily.

By the way, it's almost noon, and the pig at home hasn't been fed yet! It must be hungry too, right?

She cooked a pot of vegetable leaves and rice bran in the morning, and she did not have enough strength to carry only half a bucket of pig food.

Pour into the pigsty.

Originally, she wanted to go back and scoop some more, but her father told her to go and pull the seedlings, so she had to stop scooping.

The pig was so hungry that she had eaten half of the pig food she had poured into the basin.

But now, she's hungrier than a pig.

The eldest brother's stomach has been rumbling for a long time.

The second and third brothers kept shouting at the edge of the field, arguing that they were hungry and wanted to eat.

The fourth brother who slept on the edge of the field cried for an hour, right?

The porridge brought with the mouth cup had long since been eaten by them......

After planting the seedlings in the spring, they also go to the field to plant vegetables, turnips, peanuts, sweet potatoes and cassava.

It takes a month or two for the greens to be picked.

If the oil is gone, put some salt, it is better than drinking white porridge alone, and you don't feel hungry so quickly.

When the radish grows up, it can be dried in the sun.

If you plant peanuts, you will have oil to eat.

Sweet potatoes should be varied, the eldest brother, second brother, third brother and fourth brother are all growing up, how can they always drink porridge every day?

Sweet potato vines and leaves can be used to feed pigs.

If there is a lot of cassava, the pigs raised at home will not be able to eat it, so they can be sold.

If you sell it, you will have money to buy meat to eat.

Thinking of eating meat, Lin Na couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva, she hadn't eaten any meat for more than half a month.

The three hens raised in the family have been not laying eggs recently, and their family can't even eat eggs.

In the summer, the rice is ripe.

How do ears of rice grow so tall in the field?

Half a head taller than her.

She, her father, and her eldest brother wielded a sickle to harvest three acres of rice in just ten or twenty days, and then burn the ears of rice and turn over the soil in the field.

Then put water in it, step on the soil with your feet like in the spring, and then rush to plant the seedlings of the second season.

The summer sun is much hotter than spring, and the sun makes people unable to open their eyes.

Every morning, I dew my hair in the morning and go home with the stars in the evening.

At noon, dry grain, feed pigs, and wash clothes.

You have to work every minute and every second so that you can support yourself and your four younger brothers.

The heavy burden bent her waist, the scorching sun tanned her skin, and the day and night of work made her forget that she was still a child, and she should have hidden in the arms of her parents and played tricks.

She is not afraid of the hard work in the field, what she is most afraid of is that her younger brothers pull the corners of her clothes and look at her with pitiful eyes: "Sister, I am hungry, I really want to eat meat." ”

Where did she find meat for them to eat? The cassava is not yet ripe, and the only thing that can be sold for money to buy meat is a few sweet bamboo shoots planted in front of the house, and the bamboo shoots that have grown are now growing.

After the rice was harvested, she had a day or two to spare herself, carrying a hoe and a dustpan to dig bamboo shoots.

The roots of some bamboo shoots grow in deep soil, so you should carefully remove the soil around the bamboo shoots and dig down until you see the roots of the bamboo shoots, and then use a hoe to dig up the bamboo shoots by roots.

The deeper the shoots, the fatter they get, and the one buried in the soil is the most tender.

If you can't dig it to the end, just pull out the exposed part of the soil, not only will it not be sold for a price, but no one will ask for it.

Because the part of the exposed soil is old and dry, it is not much heavier when weighed.

A pound of sweet bamboo shoots can be sold for five cents, and a pound of pork costs a dollar.

As long as you dig twenty catties, you can buy one catty of meat.

She dug and dug for hours, and finally found five bamboo shoots.

She wanted to dig one more, but after putting two big bags into the bag, she carried it with her hand, feeling that it was already very heavy, and she was worried that she would not be able to pick it up, so she didn't dig again.

Three smaller ones were put into another bag by her, tied with rope after they were loaded, and carried them on a flat pole.

Walk to town to sell.

The town is a bit far from the village.

You have to take a ferry to cross the river and walk a long mountain road to get there.

She waited at the ferry for more than half an hour before the boatman slowly propped the boat over.

When I got on the boat, I couldn't stand on my feet with a flat pole, and my feet shook a little and I almost fell into the water.

Seeing this, the boatman hurriedly stepped forward and helped her: "So tall, thin, what are you picking?" ”

"Bamboo shoots."

"Yo, that's heavy!"

As he spoke, the boatman rowed the boat to the opposite side with a long bamboo pole.

Lin Na carried a bag of bamboo shoots and walked on the beach.

The midday sun shone on her head, and it was scorching.

The clothes were quickly soaked with sweat.

She walked for ten or twenty minutes before she struggled out of the beach.

The mountain road to the town is much easier to walk than the beach.

Shoulder pain is for sure.

Recently, I have been busy with farming, and I often have to pick things.

The skin on her shoulders had already been ground into calluses, and her palms had grown thick calluses.

By the time she stopped and finally picked the bamboo shoots to the town, it was already one o'clock in the afternoon.

The people who rushed to the market hurried home, and the people who lived in the town had already gone home for lunch and rest.