When Wei Rongwen returned to his hometown to sweep the tomb during the Double Ninth Festival, he saw his father's sweet potatoes drying on the ground in the main room. He walked over and picked up one and weighed it. He couldn't help but think of the past when his mother roasted sweet potatoes or cooked potato chip soup for us.

I burst into tears... I remember when I was a child, I came home from school and saw that my mother hadn't cooked the rice yet. At this time, I was hungry and complained: "Mom, why did you just cook? I'm already hungry! Hurry up and cook.

"Yeah." "I saw there was no firewood for cooking this morning. I just went up the mountain to pick up a load of firewood, so I missed cooking." The mother who was cooking was sitting by the stove, adding firewood to the stove and stirring the wood.

Keep stirring the uncooked polenta in the wok.

After about half an hour, my mother stopped stirring, took out the stirring stick from the boiling hot polenta, patted it twice to shake off the rice paste stuck on the stirring stick, and then put the stirring stick on the wooden table filled with water next to it.

in the barrel.

Finally, cover the pot and say: "Stuff it for a while and the rice porridge will be ready."

Then my mother took out a few roasted sweet potatoes from the ashes in the stove: "Come here, son, I've roasted the sweet potatoes. You can eat two to satisfy your hunger. As soon as I heard that there were sweet potatoes to eat, I quickly put down my homework and ran

I walked over. I saw some small sweet potatoes with slightly burnt skins placed by my mother. I immediately picked them up and wanted to eat them. At this time, my mother came over and said, "Wait a minute, let me peel off the skins for you first."

"My mother, with beads of sweat on her forehead, slowly peeled off the sweet potato skins with rough and haggard hands, and then ate the sweet potato skins with relish. My mother said: "Children cannot eat these burnt sweet potato skins. Adults can eat them."

eat.

"In fact, at that time, my mother went to the mountains a few miles away to collect firewood and came back to cook. She was also hungry and had never eaten anything. But she only ate the potato skins and left the delicious potato flesh for me. Now I cry when I think about it.

After a while, my mother peeled the sweet potatoes, and the soft yellow flesh filled the whole house with the unique sweet smell of baking.

" "Yeah?

It’s delicious. Mom will go look for it in the field next time when she has time.

"My mother held me in her arms and looked at me greedily eating sweet potatoes, smiling happily. It was the 1970s, and some agricultural and sideline products in the countryside of my hometown had their tails cut off. At that time, the family occasionally had

Sweet potatoes were pretty good to eat. Later, I went to study in a town more than ten miles away. Every Friday when I came home, I could still eat sweet potatoes baked by my mother or cook sweet potato soup and taro rice. "

Now that the fields have been allocated to each household, my family will harvest a lot of sweet potatoes and taro in autumn.

"Look," my mother scraped the white skins of several sweet potatoes with a knife and pointed at the piles of sweet potatoes and taro in the house: "I'll cook a bowl of sweet potato slice soup for you later, and we'll cook taro rice in the evening." Mom turned around

Went to the kitchen. The hot and fragrant sweet potato slice soup was put on the table. My brothers and sisters immediately gathered around the pot of sweet potato slice soup, rushed to scoop it into small bowls, and ate it head-to-head. "It's so delicious!"

"My sister said. "Mom eats it too.

"My brother picked up a piece of sweet potato slices and put it in my mother's mouth. After a while, the sweet potato slice soup was finished. My mother cleared the dishes and chopsticks on the table and looked at us: "Now life has gotten better, and many people eat less sweet potatoes.

In fact, sweet potatoes are very nutritious.

In the future, when you grow up and start a family, you will also want to make some sweet potato food for your grandchildren.

"My mother is very hard-working. Because the family was not given much land, she worked early and late to open up wasteland and plant crops. She added a lot of local specialties to the family, such as sweet potatoes, cold potatoes, yam heads, yams, etc. She planted more.

There was a lot of harvest. In addition to keeping it for home, my mother also gave some to relatives and friends who had not grown any seeds. At this time, I couldn’t help but burst into tears as I looked at the pile of sweet potatoes on the ground. I suddenly missed my mother and her baked goods.

Here come the sweet potatoes, I really hope to eat the roasted sweet potatoes made by my mother again. About the author: Wei Rongwen, a farmer from Hechi, Guangxi, who likes literature. Published by Bi Mo Shujuan, Dazhou Radio and Television News (Dazhou Newspaper), "Phoenix Tower".

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