After the final exams, the summer vacation begins. My days have also started to get busy, not busy with homework, nor washing pots and dishes. Instead, it is to raise seedlings and plant seedlings.

At that time, his uncle's family had eight or nine acres of land, and because his brother's family went out to work, the family had no land for him. So it adds up to more than twenty acres.

In addition, my father also has eight or nine acres of land, but because his waist is not good, he can't do heavy work, so he can only help sit on the seedlings. So I clearly remember that it was the worst year.

When I came back from a day's work that day, I had dinner. The aunt said at the dinner table that she would work for her family and eat at her house. Where will I eat to work for my family?

She said it twice, and I just ignored her as if I couldn't hear her. But she still asked me, and I was a little upset. He said, "My dad, he didn't eat here, didn't he make it himself?" ”

"Aren't you eating here?" She said.

I listened to her words, and I instantly held my breath in my heart, and I said to her in a very bad tone, "I've been eating here, and I haven't eaten your house!" ”

Before my aunt could speak, my grandfather and uncle stopped and looked up at me when they heard what I said. I saw the displeasure and anger in their eyes clearly.

I didn't dare to speak again, but my aunt didn't let go, and then said, "If it's your family, why do you call your uncle not Dad, and call your dad Dad?" ”

I held back the tears in my eyes and didn't speak, and quickly finished the rice in the bowl and then put down the dishes and chopsticks and went out. At the end, I heard my grandfather say, "Look at your dead face!" ”

For the next few days, I will continue to work in the lake, of course, first at my uncle's house. But even so, because of my father's back pain, I have to rest after working for a while. Uncle and grandfather, they finally got impatient. said to his father in a very bad tone, "Don't let you do it, you go home and rest!" Look, doing some work will tire you! ”

Dad only said that his back hurt, and the two immediately glared. I don't want you to do it one by one, go home or something.

Dad stopped talking and endured back pain to work for them. I clearly remember that at that time, my father was so tired that he couldn't straighten his waist every time he came home from work, and he was so tired that he couldn't even eat. Later, before the seedlings of my uncle's family were planted, my father's back pain became even worse. He couldn't go to my uncle's house anymore, but he told me to do more. Let you do whatever you want, don't talk back. Say something nice to your uncle and aunt, and see if you can help us plant the seedlings in the end.

I nodded yes and worked hard every day. I'll do as much as the adults do. It was a hot day, with temperatures in the mid-40s at noon. I was dizzy from the heat, and the skin on my body was sunburned until I took off layer after layer.

The pain in the lower back is also abnormal because it is bent all the time. In order to save some effort, I put my arms on my thighs and bent over to plant seedlings. Although this is a little less strenuous than the beginning, because of the long time like this, not only the elbow is worn out, but even the thigh is also red. In addition, it has been exposed to the sun all the time, which is painful and itchy.

But the biggest headache for me is the locusts in the water. Because at that time the fields were full of water, and the mud was very deep. It is very inconvenient to work in rubber shoes, so few people wear them.

Of course I didn't wear it, and one time I came home from work. When I was rushing my feet at the well, I found a black mass on the surface of my feet. At first, I thought it was mud, but it didn't come off after a few washes. I reached out to touch it, and when I touched it, I realized that it was a locust.

I was so frightened that I screamed and pulled it with my hands, but I couldn't pull it off. And not only that, but I also felt it burrowing into it.

When my father heard my voice, he asked me what was wrong, and I said that there were locusts on my feet and I couldn't pull them off. He told me to use my hands to exhale, and I couldn't pull them off.

I listened to it and slap it a dozen times before the locust fell. At that moment, the surface of my foot began to bleed. And my tears fell.

My father came over and scolded me for being useless. He raised his foot and trampled on the locust, and the piece was immediately soaked red with my blood.

That time I cried for a long time, not because I was bitten, but because I was sad......