It rained heavily that night and didn't stop until the afternoon of the next day, because they slept until the next evening, considering the busy farming season, when Dad had a day off in the factory.

When they got up, they found that they were already hungry, and there was howling in the pigsty, and the pigs were hungry, so my mother poured half a bucket of water into the pigsty, and then poured it into the half-basket of pigweed, and went to my grandparents to pick me up, and let my father watch me, and then went to the field to pick vegetables, and when I came back, I started cooking.

"Zhantang, look." Mom carried a bag of rice for Dad to see, "There are so many more!" Let's all eat rice today! The mother was so happy that she seemed to feel as if she had said the wrong thing, and poured the rice into the basin as she spoke.

"Haven't you eaten on weekdays? Why are there so many left? Dad glared at Mom.

"Why didn't you eat it, if you didn't eat it, where did this rice go, if I didn't eat it, would I still be able to cook now, I would have fallen down a long time ago." Mom said jokingly as she poured the washed rice into the pot.

Dad didn't answer, just carried me to the stove to help my mother light the fire, while my mother washed and chopped vegetables and stir-fried vegetables.

After a while, the fragrant meal was served.

That was the first time I saw my dad at home for dinner, and the first time I saw my mom's bowl was snow-white.

Drying millet is also a tiring thing, the place is limited, the number of days that can be dried is also limited, and you have to move back to the house a little bit, if you encounter an instantaneous thunderstorm in the afternoon, it is even more troublesome, the millet is wet in the rain to bask in two or three suns to dry, my mother is simply not fast but heavy rain, sometimes the neighbor Aunt Li's family will come to help my mother if she grabs it first.

After more than half a month, the millet was finally all dried.

That day, my mother asked my grandparents to weigh the millet, because when they separated the family, they said that they would give them a thousand catties after the millet was dried.

"Dad, are you and Mom empty now? I will weigh you the grain. "Mom found the grandfather who was drinking tea with others at the entrance of the village.

"Don't you see I'm not available right now?" Grandpa didn't have a good voice.

"Then why don't you tell me someday?" Mom said.

"You better go, don't give you any grain!" "yes!" "Let's go first!" The man who drank tea with him persuaded.

Seeing what everyone said, Grandpa asked, "Is the millet dried?" ”

"It's dried, it's all dried, I don't believe you're going to see it."

"In this way, you can get it out and dry it again tomorrow, and I will come over with your mother to weigh it again when I harvest it in the afternoon."

"Dried and still dried?" "How many catties of water can you get out?" "What if it rains tomorrow?" Some of the people next to him couldn't stand it.

"It's raining! If it rains, wait until the weather clears! Grandpa obviously knew that he was wrong, so he threw down this sentence and turned away.

Fortunately, the sun was good the next day, and my mother first dried 500 catties and weighed them, and then waited for a good sun to bask the remaining 500 catties. Mom knew that if a thousand catties of sun were a little thick, they would pick on the thorns again.

I gave my grandparents a thousand catties, and there was a lot of millet left in the house, and I surrounded it like a mountain with a mat in the house, and I thought that the days of not worrying about food began like this.

After the autumn harvest battle, people began to enjoy the cool again, they chatted more happily, and the joy of harvest could not be concealed in the simple people.

Later, the sun gradually became less poisonous, and the nights became cooler and cooler, and before you knew it, it had entered autumn.

I'm one year old.

When I was one year old, I started to walk, I started to talk, and everything became so wonderful. My mother would take me with me when I was working in the fields, and I could stay on the road and play in the mud, and when I was older, my mother would allow me to go into the fields, because I could stand firm in the fields.

The pace of winter has accelerated, and there is no laughter under the big yellow cypress tree at the door, and it has to be quiet for many months, and the yellow cypress tree is waiting quietly.

During the Chinese New Year, our family can be lively, because our family kills pigs, many people in the village come to help, watching everyone busy, I am also happy, grandparents also came when eating, it was my mother to call, my mother is always so virtuous.

Mom made a lot of cured meat so that it could be eaten later, and we didn't have a refrigerator yet.

The pigsty is not idle, and my mother has already contacted the family that sells the piglets.

On the days of the Chinese New Year, my father had to go to work, so it took a long time to pay my grandfather's New Year's greetings. My grandfather hadn't seen my mother for more than half a year, and he hadn't been there since the separation, because there were many things at home and no one took care of me.

My grandfather asked my mother about the situation several times, and my mother said it well, but my grandfather was always worried about his daughter, and he knew that even if she was not doing well, she would not say anything.