Yang Xingwu reached out and picked up a zongzi, untied the grass stem, tore open the reed leaves, and ate a bite of the zongzi, it felt very good, the time for Jiangmi to soak was just right, and it was soft and glutinous after cooking, but the sweetness was a little worse, after all, it was stuffed with red dates, not honey dates.

After the family finished eating the zongzi, Yang Xiaolan went to brush the pot, and Wang Zhaodi went to feed the chickens.

After finishing all this, Wang Zhaodi took her daughter out of the courtyard and chatted with the villagers in the village.

The next day is the miscanthus seed, "miscanthus seed" as the name suggests is "there are miscanthus cereal crops can be planted, after which it will be invalid", and it can also be said in the north that there are miscanthus plants mature and can be harvested!

There is also a saying among the folk proverbs that "if you don't plant mangs, it's useless to plant again".

This day marks the ripening of wheat in the north and the beginning of the busy planting of rice in the south.

Therefore, the miscanthus species is also called "busy species".

Yang Chunsheng's family has already harvested half of their wheat, and this year's wheat harvesting work is much better than last year's.

Early in the morning, Yang Chunsheng went to the field to see the situation of the wheat.

The wheat had turned yellow, Yang Chunsheng reached out and took out a grain of wheat kernel from the ear of wheat, put it in his mouth and chewed vigorously, feeling the ripeness of the wheat grains.

I went to several places in a row, and after tasting it, Yang Chunsheng went home.

When Wang Zhaodi saw her husband coming back, she hurriedly asked:

"What's going on? Can it be cut? ”

"It's almost, let's cut it tomorrow! Make it one more day! ”

"That's fine!"

Wang Zhaodi listened to her husband's words and went back to the house and sat down.

……

Yangjiazhuang Village is small, Yang Liuzhi looked at the clock in the office, and the hands pointed to 10:40.

Then he got up and walked under the tree, pulled the rope and shook the bell vigorously.

The sound of "ding ding ding" sounded, and the campus, which was still very lively just now, immediately fell silent.

There are not many primary school students in Yangjiazhuang.

The four ages together have less than 100 students, preschools and a year account for more than 60 percent, and there are less than 15 students in a class for third graders.

Yangjiazhuang Village Primary School also accepts students from several other small villages nearby, some villages have only dozens of households, such a brigade generally does not have a village primary school, and the students go to school very hard, getting up every morning to go to school, and it takes a lot of time to go back and forth on the road.

Seeing that the students had entered the classroom, Yang Liuzhi went to each class and shouted at the students to go to the playground for a meeting.

Hearing this, the student suddenly became noisy again like a wild horse on the loose, and the noise was noisy for a while, and then it quieted down.

Yang Liuzhi stood on the dilapidated stage, picked up a piece of cardboard in his hand to make a paper horn, put it to his lips and shouted to the students in the audience:

"Students, today is a mango seed, from today to start the wheat holiday, twelve days later, back to class on May 19, that is, next Monday, don't forget!

When you get home, don't patronize and play, remember to help the family more! Do you hear that? ”

"I heard you!"

The students were immediately overjoyed when they heard about the holiday, and they worked harder and harder to answer the teacher's questions!

Yang Liuzhi saw these little cubs who didn't know the height of the sky, and couldn't help but secretly say:

"I hope you can come back after harvesting the microphone and be able to do this again!"

Yang Liuzhi also explained some precautions for the students, such as: don't go into the pit to bathe, don't go into the mountain, pay more attention to safety and other topics.

It wasn't until the students got a little impatient that the holiday was announced!

After hearing that the holiday was over, many students immediately ran back to the classroom, left the school with their schoolbags on their backs, and chatted in groups about what they were going to do after the break?

In the 80s, there were few statutory holidays, except for the three-day holiday of the Spring Festival and the two-day holiday of the National Day, except for the rest of the New Year's Day and May Day, the rest were no holidays.

I also work six days a week.

In areas engaged in agricultural production activities, in addition to winter and summer vacations, the most important holidays for teachers are wheat holidays and autumn vacations.

As the name suggests, wheat leave is a holiday for harvesting wheat, which is generally before and after planting mango, and the holiday is about ten days to half a month.

This is also the most memorable holiday for the post-80s and 90s, and there is no one.

Not because of the holiday, but because of the work.

Whenever there is a microphone break, the students may be happy for the first day or two, and they are as energetic as a husky every day, pushing the wheels of the rack cart around.

After four or five days of drying, you will be tired of becoming a dog, and after another seven or eight days, you will be wasted.

Every day before dawn they would get up to harvest the wheat and work until noon, and the women and children of the family would go home early to cook, and then send the food to the field, and the family would sit and eat in the field.

After eating, he rested in the shade of the trees and waited until the sun was less scorching before continuing to harvest the wheat.

The woman and aunt eat lotus, and the child carries the pot pulp,

He went with Yutian, and Ding Zhuang was in Nangang.

The feet are steaming in the summer and the rustic, and the back is burning in the sky,

I don't know the heat, but I regret the long summer.

Bai Juyi's poem "Watching the Wheat" vividly depicts the scene of the farmer's wheat harvest and the whole family.

From some perspectives, Mai Fake has played a role in persuading students to a certain extent, even if students who don't usually like to study, they will study hard for a while after experiencing Mai Fake baptism.

As for the reason, it is very simple, the wheat harvest is too hard, and learning is not too easy compared to it.

At the end of the day, the students' enthusiasm for learning will be much higher.

And this is the main reason why the final grades of the next semester are generally better than the mid-term grades.

In addition, at this time, the village teachers are generally part-time, and they also farm at home, so during the holidays, the teachers can also devote themselves to farm work, so they do not have to worry about delaying the progress of teaching.

After all, with a salary of ten yuan a month, you can't do a completely full-time job.

The autumn break is in late September or the National Day, and the time is about the same as the wheat holiday.

Most of the crops harvested are corn and sweet potato, two high-yielding crops.

In the evening, Yang Xingwu was tired of learning and played with his little sister in the yard.

Yang Chunsheng squatted on the edge of the dung pit and sharpened his sickle.

He first sprinkled a little water on the whetstone, then put the sickle on the whetstone and sharpened it, and after grinding it for a while, he tested the sharpness of the sickle with his hands, and felt that it was a little unpleasant, and then took off his cloth shoes, leaked out the soles of his feet, and immediately cut the old calluses with the sickle.

Seeing that the sickle smoothly cut off a layer of dead skin, Yang Chunsheng smiled with satisfaction.

After putting this scythe away, continue to sharpen the other scythes.

When they were all polished, they were rinsed with water and hung on the wall next to them.

The next day, before dawn, Yangjiazhuang was lively.

Many villagers, taking advantage of the cool morning, hurriedly went to the field to cut wheat.

Yang Chunsheng's family also got up.

The family put the sickle on the cart and pulled it straight to the wheat field.

Yang Xingwu walked out of the village, looked at the yellow sea and couldn't help but think of the sentence:

"The south wind rises at night, and the wheat is covered with yellow!"