When the uncle saw that his grandfather was coming with a basket, he told him not to work, but to eat first. I put the seedlings in my hand, washed my hands in the water, carried the stool and went ashore. By the way, I called out to my dad.

I love eating my grandfather's cooking and have been eating it for so many years. I thought my grandfather's food was delicious, and when I lifted the cloth on the basket, I saw that my grandfather had fried my favorite celery and scrambled eggs with tomatoes. There is also a stew with boiled potatoes, which is my dad's favorite food. Not only that, but he also brought two bottles of beer on ice, and my uncle asked my dad if he drank it. My dad told me that it was like urine, and he didn't drink it. When I saw my uncle slanting at him, I wanted to laugh, but I didn't dare to laugh for fear of being whipped.

After we finished eating, my uncle asked my grandfather to bring things back. Sleep at home and come back in the afternoon when it's cool. Helplessly, the grandfather sent the things back, and it didn't take long for him to come over. In the summer, the days are relatively long, and it is not until seven o'clock that it slowly turns dark. But we didn't work until seven o'clock, but at eight o'clock we slowly packed up our things and carried our stools back.

When we got home, my grandfather, who went back first, had already cooked the meal, and he was tired from a day's work and didn't want to talk. I ate a little casually, washed and went to bed. The next morning, I still got up very early and had breakfast at my aunt's. After half a day's rice seedlings were pumped in the morning, we had lunch and began to plant seedlings in the afternoon.

I prefer to plant seedlings because at least I can sit and not move. But planting seedlings is different, people have to bend down all the time, and they have to retreat while planting. One day after the seedlings were planted, I was really tired and my back hurt, my arms hurt, and my whole body hurt, but there was nothing that didn't hurt.

But it was fine at first, but after a few days of planting, I couldn't stand it anymore. After all, I'm still a kid, and I can't compare to my dad in terms of toughness or stamina. But even so, I still have to grit my teeth, and there is no way to do it, unless I don't want to plant it.

Later, I complained to my dad that planting seedlings was too tiring, and I wanted to give him a comforting word, but I didn't expect him to shake me off and replied, "Who let you be a human in this life?" If you're afraid of working, you'll be a pig, which pig do you see working? They all eat, sleep, sleep, eat, and then let people slaughter! ”

"Then why didn't you entrust it to be a pig?" My airway. "I'm not afraid of work like you, I'm willing to be a man!" My dad replied. I pursed my lips, a little unconvinced, and after a while said, "Then I am willing to be a man!" When my dad heard me say this, he nodded, stood up, straightened his waist, and said to me, "That's it, from now on, you don't have to shout tired!" At the end, he said, "If you are not tired of being a man, then the pig also wants to be a man." Why can't pigs be human? That's because it's lazy, and I'd rather be slaughtered and eaten than work......"

"Cut ......" I scoffed at his words, and said in my heart, you know this? It seems that you were probably the pig in your last life.

After planting two plots on my uncle's land, the weather began to enter the rainstorm season. When the rain was pouring down, people couldn't go down to the lake to plant seedlings, and when my dad saw this, he said to me, "You see your uncle is busy all day?" Wouldn't planting two days late save pumping? I'm so busy all day like a hen picking eggs, I'm very busy! ”

"You're in charge of people!" I said in annoyance. This person is really, how do people like to do it, it's a human business, and it has nothing to do with him? Talking behind all day long, who bothers him if he doesn't bother? I always feel that I am talking right, I am self-righteous, I think I am very good, but people say that you are grinning. Does anyone take you seriously? No less than a few words!

I really don't know if he's really stupid or fake, what kind of character my uncle is, he really can't figure it out all these years? If he doesn't pick up the good words, he talks behind him all day long and says that people don't work for him anymore! Just at what he said just now, who can feel good when they hear it?

"You bear girl, you are impatient to talk to you, I can still move now! I can't move my feelings one day, lying on the bed, you still don't lift me and throw it away! My dad said, and I nodded back to him, "I can't say!" Angry, my dad scolded, "You are forced to raise, Lao Tzu raised you for nothing!" I knew that when I was young, I would lift my leg to give you a ditch! If you are old, you have to be angry! ”

"Then you don't care! I beg you not to let it go! Really! You deserve to be angry with me when you're old! "I deliberately got angry with him, and my dad laughed angrily when he heard me say this, and scolded the little bear who came down and went to sleep in the pot house.