A Rural Life in the 70s

In May, the chicken goslings were a lot bigger, they were almost like the fists of the adults, the baskets couldn’t be opened, and they finally abandoned them. 'The cradle', lived in the chicken kennel that had been cleaned up.

After dinner, Xiaoqiu Xiaoxia went to the chicken nest and looked back. Xiaoxia also lamented: "You don't have to catch chickens in the basket, it's too easy!"

As a result, in the middle of the night, there was a scream of chicken in the chicken nest.

Xiaoqiu sleeps and wakes up, opens his eyes, and pulls his shoes and goes out. The head of the Wang Limin family reacted faster, and when he opened the door, he flew toward the chicken coop and handed a flashlight in his hand.

Waiting to get to the chicken coop, the chicken goslings huddled in the nest, and the screams continued.

Wang Limin looked into the chicken coop with a flashlight and vaguely saw a gray shadow coming out of the gap in the corner of the chicken coop...

Xiaoqiu ran over and asked, "Hey, what about you?"

Wang Limin holds his fist and hates the voice: "Take a mouse..."

Waiting for the basket, I caught a little chicken goose that was still unsettled into the basket. Xiaoqiu’s heart was deep: “Five geese, thirty-one chicks, ... two less!”

Adult **** are also very fierce, but after all, they are just chickens that have just been full moon, and they are so powerful that they are weak in their childhood. Two furry chicks lingered in the chicken coop, the wound on the neck was bloody, and the blood was still flowing. Xiaoqiu picked them up... The tentacles were soft and hot...

That night, the chick gosling had to spend another night in the basket.

Early the next morning, Xiao Qiuzhao got up early and went out to dig vegetables. Because she didn't sleep well in the summer night, she didn't wake her up. When she digs a basket of vegetables and returns, she sees Xiaogu Wang Aiqiao standing under the willow neck and exploring the brain.

The chicken was bitten, Xiaoqiu was not happy, and he was too lazy to care about the irrelevant person. He twisted his head and pretended not to see it, and wanted to go home directly.

But I don't want to, she doesn't want to make a living, but Wang Aiqiao doesn't want to let her go, coldly and strangely said: "Hey, isn't it just like seeing the heavens and the earth? Is this like the eggplant that the frost hit?... Hey, I don't know. Filial filial elderly elders, this does not have to retribute... Let me say, it is to live!"

The chicken that was raised by her heart every day was bitten to death, Xiaoqiu was uncomfortable, and Wang Aiqiao said that her heart suddenly ignited a fire. Her hand was on the sickle handle, and almost slammed the sickle under the impulse... But, at a critical juncture, she pressed her anger down.

She hangs her head and silently moves around Wang Aiqiao and walks into the door of her own house. Then she suddenly looks back and smiles at Wang Aiqiao: "I lost two chickens and I still have some old ones." There is always no stronger than some people!... Hey, Xiao Gu, you won’t be bitten by the goose, don’t want to throw a mouse into my chicken house?”

"You... nonsense, I don't have..." Wang Aiqiao pleaded with contempt, and Xiaoqiu didn't want to take care of her. She slammed the fence door and turned to the backyard to feed the chicken and go to the goose. She feeds the poultry, and she has to wash her face and go to school. Where is the leisure time!

Wang Limin went to the brigade and bought some old bricks from the house. Pushing the previously worn adobe thatched henhouse, re-bricking the new henhouse, and even the ground inside the henhouse was bricked. Without cement and lime, Xiaoqiu remembered the method of filling the wall with glutinous rice juice in ancient buildings, smashed a large pot of glutinous rice juice, and mud and sand, and poured the ground wall finely. So, let it dry for a day, wait until the glutinous rice juice in the wall is dry, and it is stronger than the cement concrete, and the mouse can't go into the disaster.

Chickens and goslings are growing and their food intake is skyrocketing. Xiaoqiu and Xiaoxia go to the ground in the morning and evening to dig wild vegetables and tender grass as feed, and at the turn of spring and summer, they can also go to the ground to catch old mites.

This old locust is a small beetle, similar to the chafer, but much smaller than the chafer. The size of the mung bean is pure black, and the little chick is just right. After eating this kind of worm, the chicken grows up quickly and is not easy to get sick.

In addition, Xiaoqiu convinced the old man to dig a pool in the corner of the backyard, piled up chicken manure and some rot leaves, and then went out under the old grasshoppers and dumped them into the pool. She really wants to raise breadworms to feed the chickens. However, I don’t know if anyone is raising the things at this time. I don’t know where to look for them. I can only give up.

Because Wang Limin and his daughter are very diligent, Song Xiulian does not have much work at home. Song Xiuju occasionally helps to wash clothes. Other leisure time is also idle, and she goes out with Xiaoqiu Xiaoxia. However, she is not like the children. To catch the old locusts, but to search for fresh wild vegetables. The spring wild vegetables have just sprouted, the most fresh and tender. Just take it home with hot water and roll it with a little bit of garlic sauce. It is very tender and delicious. If you can't eat it, you can feed the chicken, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Every day is busy, the days are very fast, it seems like a blink of an eye, the weather is hot, just after the Children's Day, the countryside is the busiest and most tiring wheat harvest. In the elementary school, two weeks of wheat leave were also placed.

On a holiday, Song Xiulian sent Song Xiuju home. They are busy and can't take care of the two old people in the family. They can't leave the fake sister.

Cooked wheat. When the wheat is ripe, it will be harvested from the ground as soon as possible. The weather will be sunny and dry, and the bag will be put into the warehouse. The white noodles of this year will be settled.

The season of ripe wheat has entered the summer, and the weather is changeable. If the wheat is cooked, it will not be recovered. When the wind blows, the wheat will be scraped and the wheat will be scattered to the ground to cause losses. If it rains, it will be even worse. If the mature wheat grain is wet with rain, it will germinate. If it is even rainy, the mature wheat will be spoiled and deteriorated... Therefore, the wheat harvest is also called the harvest.

In the mature season of wheat, the rural people, regardless of the old and the weak women, went into battle, except for the elderly patients who could not move, the dolls that were breastfeeding, as long as they left the children of the land, they all went to grab the harvest. Good health cuts the wheat with a sickle, and the weaker body gathers the cut wheat behind, and bundles it into the road. When you are old and weak, you will pick up a basket and pick up the missing wheat in the back... It’s really the return of the grain!

In this case, Song Xiulian, who usually does not participate in labor, has to go down to the ground. Xiaoqiu Xiaoxia also wants to go down to the ground. Xiaodong is also brought to the ground. In the shade of the ground, a long oval shaped wicker basket is placed, and a small box is placed in the basket. Xiaodong wore his trousers and sat in the basket to play with himself. When he was tired, he slept... The children in the countryside were real, and the children growing up on the ground were no shortage of people. Xiaodong was only one of them.