Wheat ~ In the south, there is rice. In the north, there is wheat. Wheat is not as white as rice, but it raises everyone in the north like rice. In my mind, rice is noble, and any waste of rice is blasphemy to her; On the other hand, wheat is silent, and damaging any wheat is a crime against her.
I was born in the north, and the staple food in the north is wheat. People change their methods to make wheat into all kinds of delicious food. Knowing rice is even later. We eat rice, unlike southerners, which is the staple food every day. There are only a handful of days to eat rice 365 days a year. The way to eat rice is fried rice.
When I was a child, in my opinion, rice could only be eaten like this. Compared with all kinds of foods made of wheat, fried rice is a kind of good rice that is difficult to eat several times a year. Even eating meat seems to be not as high as eating fried rice. Meat can be bought outside the house, while rice seems to be bought in the county. Therefore, fried rice is usually eaten on the most special day.
For example, there are guests at home.
After all, there are not many days to eat rice, just like there are not many days to have guests at home. This is just an ornament. On more days, the family ate noodles and steamed bread made of wheat and other staple foods, and lived a normal life of black, sunny, cloudy, sunny, crying and dying.
In this way, we have been eating all kinds of foods made of wheat until now, and we must eat them in the future.
In the past twenty years, in my hometown, wheat has not been seen for many years since people planted apple trees on a large scale with the dream of getting rich. The endless fields in childhood memories are now covered by leafy orchards. People seem to have changed their lives. Because of apples,
People no longer grow wheat, but buy flour from grain and oil stores to eat. Slowly, someone lamented that we haven't seen wheat here for many years. Yes, many years. Twenty years ago, everything related to wheat often became a topic that people could never get rid of. Therefore, I often miss wheat a little and think of people and things in the years related to wheat.
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Around the end of May, the sun dyed the endless sea of wheat from south to north with a magical yellow brush, and the combine harvester and ancient sickle for harvesting wheat also rushed from south to north. When many people returned from Guan Zhong's "exile" [1], their own wheat was almost mature.
Before that, on a cool summer morning, people used a wheel to pull the wheat field shared by several families, level it and shovel the weeds around it. People call it "cutting fields". One year! A year's snow, rain, wind and hail made the skin of the wheat field on display a year ago wrinkled and the smooth skin softened. The cut field is a new house for wheat in the new year. This is the prelude to the arrival of wheat.
In the past, I bought blades for sickles, brooms, a new shovel and some new hoes.
At this point, everything is ready. The sickle is at hand, just waiting for the wheat to turn yellow.
One day passed and two days passed. Finally, someone opened a sickle. However, some people's wheat seems a little green. Therefore, in the morning and afternoon of those days, adults must go to the fields to see how yellow the wheat is and whether it can be harvested. Yellow was the color that people most wanted to see in those days. The first thing people say after meeting is: "Did you cut it?" "Still green!" "It takes two days" and "I'll cut it tomorrow". This is the mantra of people's life in those days.
Green was finally driven away by yellow. Finally, the whole field was harvested by a sickle. Longkou grabs food. Early in the morning, people walked into the fields early. People pull a car with sickles and grindstones, wear straw hats and carry kettles in their hands. The road is full of people who go underground. Everyone is a villager in the village.
Adults cut wheat in the field, children are responsible for pulling wheat into the field, and the old man cooks at home.
The wheat has been cut a little, and the adults told the children to pull it into the field bit by bit. Adults should help children load their cars. Only by playing well can we play well. The child is inexperienced, the wheat bundle is crooked, and he can't walk a few steps on the road.
Don't roll over. That's a rather troublesome thing. In the loading process, it depends on whether the front of the car is heavy or light. If it is heavy, the child can't lift the shaft. If it is light, it can't be pressed down. It's neither light nor heavy. Multiple wheat is so heavy that it doesn't even feel so heavy. After loading the wheat, two ropes tied to the back rail of the luggage cart bypassed a block and ran through the wheat. Then when the father's shoulder leans on a shaft, he pulls down the rope, and the child and mother help to tighten the rope. Well done,
Tie it in this way, there is a rope on each side of the left and right shaft. Adults help children pull from the ground to the road, and children and mothers carry cars behind. It's a little hard to pull outside for the first time, and you need to try your best. This is to press a rut, and it will be easier to walk again in the future.