Parents born in the 1980s. Most were born in the 1950s and 1960s. The pain and helplessness we experienced at that time were something our generation had never experienced. But we participate in our parents' youth life. Let me today. Let me share with you the rural families I saw when I was young. Maybe our post-80s generation. I always feel that my parents rarely participate in our study and life when I was young. Even we usually dress and eat. It seems that we can solve it independently when we were young. Today I will use the perspective of a rural post-80s generation to recall it together. The generation born in the 1980s. and parents in youth. The difficulties faced by life. Let's have a fight together. A look back on time and years. There is actually no era in life. People's lives are smooth sailing. Every generation of us has its historical mission.
is from when parents get married. Grandpa said it when he split the family with his father. My father got married in 1985. At that time, few people fell in love freely. My mother is from the village next door, someone else said she was a matchmaker. I remember my parents once recalled. When I got married, I used to be a tiled house. At that time, the village did not even have electricity. Not to mention any electrical appliances or something. There are only some agricultural tools used in rural areas. Tables, chairs and benches commonly used in ordinary families. But my father was quite active when he was young, and the village was closer to the town. Doing small businesses often is stronger than working in rural areas. After a few years of marriage, I built a two-story brick and tile house compared to the previous adobe house. It's much better again. In the early 1990s, brick and tile houses in rural areas were considered good. If anyone could have a two-story bungalow. That's a wealthy family. From the beginning of remembering. In my impression, my parents are busy all day long. Go out to work before dawn. When it's dark, I finish work and go home. There seems to be endless work every day. Maybe I didn’t understand what they were busy with every day. When you are an adult. Suddenly I realized that my parents’ life was my current life. Although the post-80s generation in rural areas. There is no famine and barrenness of my parents. But if you have lived in the countryside, you must have felt it. The hardship of life. Every season. All have sowing and harvesting in rural areas. There is no mechanized operation and it is all carried by shoulders. The experience of planting with a hoe and a hoe is still vivid in my mind. The snacks that my parents had at that time might be the ones they were working in the wild. Sometimes some wild fruits and the like can be found. Be a parent and take one by one. The red and glittering fruit is wrapped in taro leaves when taken home. The moment you open it. You will be particularly happy inside. It bite down suddenly, and the fruits burst into the mouth one by one, the kind with a hint of sweetness in the sourness. If some of them are not cleaned, there will be small thorns on your tongue.
Pig raising was the main source of income for every family in rural areas at that time. I remember that in the past, rural families fed pigs. Pigs mainly eat green feed. This is what we often hear about as pig grass. In the past, people rarely went out to work, and basically every family. All are mainly agricultural income. With us. The per capita land area is very limited. A land where cash crops can be grown. I definitely won’t grow some things to feed pigs, as that would be too wasteful and not cost-effective, so the food eaten by pigs is mainly solved by some children in the family who go out to get pig grass . Everyone born in the 1980s may have one thing in common. You can still see the scars of all sizes left by mowing grass and harvesting wheat or fighting pig grass on the index finger of your left hand.
At that time, everyone's living standards were relatively low. The most important expense for each child in a year should be tuition fees. Although the tuition fee was only 200 to 300 yuan per person at that time. If you have to calculate the current price, it may be relatively high. The price of meat at that time was only more than two yuan. Remember every time the school starts. Parents have to sell their pigs at home to pay tuition fees. It is equivalent to the majority of rural families' income per year. All have become tuition expenses.
Now I feel a little surprised when I think of my mother's short figure when she was young, and she could carry more than 100 kilograms of vegetables. At that time, Murakami had not even repaired the most basic road. I have to pick two kilometers to sell on the street at one go. All sold for only about 20 yuan.If you save money, you will bring a few buns back to satisfy your children's cravings. Now that I think about it, I can’t help but be grateful for the hard work my parents have put in.
At that time, children born in rural areas seemed to feel more sensible. As long as you are able to work. Basically, at home, washing, cooking, and cooking. No need for adults to worry about. I'm at the age of junior high school. Feed the animals at home. Basically, the children at home can be fully responsible. In the past, I had no idle meals in the countryside. Do the work as much as you have.
to 2000 years later. I don’t know if it’s because of my parents’ pressure. Still watching us all grow up and become labor force. The family contracted all the fish ponds in the village. Then more and more rural people went to the city to work. The idle land in each village also moved to my father's hands. Subsequently, the family's farmland farming reached more than 20 acres. That is all cultivated by human labor. Those who have planted the land will understand the degree of hard work, you can imagine. In the same year, I raised more than 20 pigs at home, and I raised ten cows at the end of the year. With the contracted fish ponds, vegetables grown on the land, and the occasionally-run business commonly known as the rushing business. After several years of hard work by parents to manage relatives and help their children, I finally built the house in 2005. This is after my parents started brick and tile houses in 1987, and then lived in the building after building a bungalow in 1990. The struggle of life is to make your life better day by day. The meaning of life lies in the harvest in hard work. We sometimes like to complain about the bad times, but look back and think about whether we have done our best in the grades we are working hard in life!
1990 summer
