Do farm work
On this cold rainy day, I went to grandma to take care of me? Happy farm? I went to order food and cooked it once? Farm work? I'm impressed.
When pulling vegetables, my father told me to shake them in the ground after pulling vegetables, so that the soil on the roots of vegetables would shake off and be cleaner. I tried it according to my father's method and it really worked. I pulled out one plant after another, stuffed all the plastic bags, and still pulled tirelessly. The rain in early winter is getting denser and denser. I saw grandma hunched over and labored to help us pull vegetables. The rain wet her clothes, and my eyes couldn't help getting wet. I don't know if this is the rain in the sky.
Moved to tears.
After pulling out the vegetables, we began to clean the small vegetables, and the most interesting thing was to cut the roots. I start with scissors? Credit card, credit card, credit card, credit card? A burst of disorderly cutting. The handle was cut sour, but the leaf fragments fell to the ground, rooted by roots. Grandma saw it and smiled. It turns out that I should cut from the joint of vegetable roots, which is neither laborious nor fast, and the quality is still very high. Next, I washed all the dishes without blowing off the dust.
Today, I did a farm job and felt a little tired. It turns out that all the vegetables we eat come from this way. I have experienced the hardships of farmers, not to mention that it is rainy today, but for working people, sweat is far more than that, and we should pay more attention to knowledge when farming. Really? Who would have thought that our bowl of rice and grain are full of the blood and sweat of farmers? Ah!
Do farm work
Grandma's family is in the countryside, so her life is naturally different from that in the city. In rural areas, food is burned with firewood, and there is no gas. The place to go to the toilet is different. If you have diarrhea, you must go to the public toilet at the entrance of the village.
Last spring festival, my brother and sister helped grandma cut wood and make a fire. Help make zongzi during menstruation and arrange zongzi leaves. Of course, we should do something else this year. I heard that grandma was going to cut vegetables in the field, so we followed. I wonder what mature vegetables are like. Accept? Here it is.
When I arrived in my own field, my grandmother suddenly grabbed a big green vegetable with her left hand, uprooted it, cut it down with a knife, and cut off the roots. The rest are like those sold in the vegetable market. In fact, I always thought that cooked vegetables were like that when pulled out.
I tried, and it took me a lot of effort to pull the vegetables out of the soil. It seems that he still misses his mother's warmth. I found a place and cut it down with a knife, but there was still a short root left. I pulled out two vegetables and tried them twice, but they were not as perfect as grandma's. Sister also wants to try. She didn't succeed either, but she was a little different from me: I did leave roots, and my sister cut some leaves around the vegetables to keep them.
It seems that this kind of rural life adapts quickly, but the work done in the countryside can't be learned immediately, and it needs skills and practice many times.
Do farm work
On Sunday, I finished my homework as usual and ate snacks while watching TV. The baby dinosaur was so beautiful that I giggled. Mom saw it and said, why don't you go to the fields to help with farm work today? I shook my head like a drum in the waves. ? I won't go, and besides, I won't go. ? Mom said:? You are going to the fourth grade, why don't you help with the farm work? Don't you learn before you do it? But mom, I have to go there.
In September of the lunar calendar, autumn is crisp. Corn is grinning and bearded, as if to say to me: Little master, take me home quickly. ? Grandpa came to the field early and assigned their respective tasks: grandma and mom broke corn, he cut corn stalks himself and I picked corn. Although I am not good at farm work, I can't fall behind as a pupil. I am like a duckling foraging, walking left and right, bending down and getting up again. As a result, I was so tired that I couldn't straighten up after a while. At this moment, I suddenly looked up at my grandfather. He was like a brave general, waving a sickle? Brush? Like the soldiers he subdued, corn stalks lay on the ground convinced.