Walking in the wheat harvest season

The wheat is yellow, and the cuckoo calls.

I'm looking for a sickle to cut wheat, but I've searched every corner of my house without a trace. Strange, I remember hanging it on the windowsill after the wheat harvest that year, looking at it affectionately and saying, see you next year, man.

That sickle has been in my house for many years. As long as I can remember, my grandfather used it to collect wheat, and my father also used it to collect wheat. When I grew up, I also used this sickle to harvest wheat. It was sharpened narrow and sharp by a grindstone. Every time you cut wheat, you will hear the sound of "Chengcheng", which is very crisp.

Wheat shook his head and greeted me, emitting a faint scent of wheat that almost intoxicated me.

Every time I go to school by bike, I pass a wheat field. That field is also planted with corn, which is green and spectacular. I used to want to break two cobs in the cornfield and steam them at home. It must be wonderful. Finally, I didn't go in and break the corn cob. It's not how noble I am, but that I see a big dog haunting that cornfield from time to time.

When the weather is cold, the fields are turned over by plows, and the flocs are soft and slippery. One day, a middle-aged man was driving a mule and pulling a wooden pole to grow wheat. It's a pity that there was no cell phone. If there is, I will film that moment.

The middle-aged man shouted at the wheat planted by the mule, as if he had measured it with a ruler, and his head was straight. The rain at that time was very casual. When it needs to rain, it will keep raining. The wheat seedlings watered by rain have grown greener.

After a cold winter, spring came, and the wheat seedlings suddenly rose and thrived.

"Apricots are yellow and wheat is ripe". Walking into the street, the morning market is filled with apricots from Huang Chengcheng. For a long time, I taught children articles about wheat in school, including poems, essays and agricultural knowledge, but I didn't realize that wheat had matured quietly.

Father is busy sorting out the tools of wheat harvest, such as grinding sickle, such as the rope for binding wheat, such as the small flat car for transporting wheat ... Mother is busy steaming steamed bread and looking for a straw hat. ...

"The months are few and the family is idle, but the people are busy in May". After the wheat harvest, the whole family went out, regardless of age. Mother cooked a pot of rice soup in a cauldron early, and steamed bread and onions were just right.

Although the weather is hot, you still need to wear a long-sleeved shirt to prevent your arm from being stung by a wheat awn. Everyone has a straw hat and a sickle, and they are fully equipped. After eating and drinking enough, my eldest brother pulled a small flatbed car and got on the big sister. My second sister and younger brother and I went to the wheat field three or four miles away from home. Take advantage of the dark, the sun has not come out, and quickly cool down and cut the wheat.

Leading the wheat line is big brother and big sister. They have become a strong workforce and their parents are very happy. I am in charge of picking up the ears of wheat in the back, which is normal in the eyes of the whole family. Who makes me the youngest?

"It is full of rustic heat, and the back burns in the sky." When my stomach growled, the sun had risen high. Bite your teeth, endure it again, and try to clean up the work at hand.

Cutting wheat in the afternoon is the most tiring, so I have to do it. However, the sun always hides in the clouds, and the sky always turns cloudy. The sun is always considerate. It cooks wheat, but not people.

Popsicle sellers always appear at the time when the sun is most poisonous, attracting attention! "A popsicle, five cents ..." "Cream, ten cents ..." My throat was already smoking. I dropped my sickle and ran to the popsicle box quickly. The wooden box containing fifty popsicles was empty in a quarter of an hour. The popsicle seller said happily, wait a minute, I'll get another one right away.

The wheat harvest lasted for a week, followed by grinding. In an open space, turn it over with a plough covered by a cow or mule, spray a little water, and then let the cow or mule pull the wheel to flatten the open space.

It is difficult to cut and grind wheat.

The night before grinding wheat, my father always listened carefully to the weather forecast on the radio. However, my father, who is used to watching the weather from the clouds, is more sure of the weather results he has observed. I still remember some weather proverbs he said: "Clouds eat fog and rain, and fog eats clouds." "Clouds turn east, rain turns wind, clouds turn south, water waves ripple, clouds turn west, and clothes are placed on the ground."

Sunny weather is a good day to grind wheat. Spread the field to dry the wheat, and let the poisonous sun dry the wheat straw. At the same time, it is necessary to turn the wheat several times with an iron fork or A Mu tea. In early years, wheat was ground by livestock pulling wheels. Later, four-wheeled tractors were used to grind wheat.

As for how hard it is to grind wheat, I really can't describe it because I don't need it at home. Children are happiest when adults grind wheat. Boys and girls will take off their shoes and socks and play around barefoot on the wheat straw that has been ground twice. That naked feeling is very comfortable. Children just hate poisonous sun, which makes people blind.

After grinding, the wheat grains are piled into wheat straw piles. Like a fine work of art, the mushroom-shaped wheat straw pile stands proudly in the north of the village. Dog dregs are good at stacking wheat straw. People sometimes fork a lot of straw at the same time to fool him. However, whether it is a southerner or a northerner, whether it is fast or slow, he can easily cope. I saw Mu Cha in his hand easily poking around, the pile of wheat straw from low to high, from small to large, a beautiful work of art appeared in front of people, causing waves of applause. At this time, the dog left on the straw pile is like a general, complacent and proud of who I am.

Many people came down from the wheat straw pile very slowly and carefully. There are only dogs left. First, Mu Cha put his hand on the straw pile in the distance. In full view, a kite turned over and fell to the ground easily. After a brief shock, people burst into long cheers and warm applause.

When the straw pile is finished, the busy wheat harvest will come to an end.

Now, I am walking in the field again, and occasionally there is a plot of wheat. The same wheat field, different feelings. The rumbling harvester has finished harvesting after a short ringing. Farmers don't even need food bags. They just need an electric tricycle to drive to the barn of the harvester and load the wheat into the carriage.

Harvesting wheat in this way is easier and less fun.

I miss the time when I used to harvest wheat with sickle!

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