I remember that my grandmother rarely travels far, probably because she is small and can't walk far away. Although Sannuo's grandma's feet are not big, she will catch up every time the market is coming.
Once when she returned, she took a roll of floral cloth and asked her grandmother to share her gains. Grandma said it was so good, so good, but her eyes only met the flower cloth and returned to the dustpan on her knees.
The fancy world that Sannao grandma talked endlessly, in her grandmother's heart, perhaps as unremarkable as the old emperor's calendar. The wheat grains in the dustpan rolled over, and ran to this side and then to the other side. What left them was grandma's hand bent into a rake-like rake-grandmother was picking up food. There is actually a problem with this sentence
. Grandma is picking up stones, soil trash and grass sticks in the grain. In the past, there was no machine for grinding noodles in the countryside, so the grinding food had to be washed first. Before washing, you must pick out the foreign objects inside, otherwise the ground flour may not only puncture or damage the electric-grinding roller or tiles.
Among the things I can do, I like to help my grandma pick up food the most. But often before three minutes of seriousness, I treat the dustpan as a battlefield for the two armies to confront each other and the wheat grains as thousands of troops.
At this moment, my little hand that I can't even hold up at the big sea bowl has become the commander who dominates the fate of thousands of soldiers. Whoever I want to go east will have to go east; whoever I want to go east will have to go east; whoever I want to go to go east will have to go to group with whom.
Even if they had wronged in their past lives and hatred in this life, they had to pretend to be intimate at this moment. I was joking, and my grandmother was not annoyed, but just told me not to sprinkle wheat on the ground.
Don’t look at me having fun, once I find a foreign object, even if it is just a grit as big as a mung bean, I will hold it under my grandmother’s nose like a big watermelon.
Grandma smiled and said, "My baby is so capable, like Ah Huang from our family." I felt happy in my heart.
isn't it? Every time Ah Huang catches an mouse , he will hold it for his grandmother to see. At the beginning, I still couldn't stand it. Isn't it better to be a dog steadily? I have to compete with the flattering raccoon cat - Well, is grandma praising me?
has been picked more times, and I have gained some knowledge. You can tell which field of crops these grains come from by just a few plucks.
The ones with black and red, thin and rich materials must come from Yangling. Yangling belongs to a small section of Qinling . It seems to be calcined by a fire. The soil is red and is not like soil, like pigment. If you dig a scoop of water, you can paint the red wall.
material stones are mixed in between, like pieces of ginger that will never sprout. The land of Yangling is full of fire, so naturally it is impossible to grow ordinary food.
Not only has a lot of materials, but the wheat in Yangling is also extremely shriveled, the color is the same as the faces of farmers, with red in black.
In the grain in the dry ditch, there are many grass seeds, many grass sticks, and many soil rubbish. Because there is a stream under the dry ditch. The land is water-touched, not only does the crops grow well, but also the plants and trees. The grain and ground noodles produced by the dry ditch are not as dark as those of Yangling. The crops on the two plots are harvested separately, stored separately, ground separately, and steamed buns are also steamed separately.
Relatives come to the house and only eat dried gourd grain during festivals and grandfather does heavy work. The rest of the time they eat mostly from Yangling. Although I can’t do much work, I also eat food from dry ditches. After all, I'm a guest.
When picking Yangling's grain, my grandmother was very careful. Grandma has to pick up a basket of food several times. The material I picked up was taken by my grandmother and placed it in a corner of the reed mat. When my grandfather came back, my grandmother would say, "Look, my kid can do it.""
And she picked it up and threw it away, causing the group of hens who were ambushing beside him and kept eyeing him, and ran over...
is amazing. Whenever I thought I was absolutely picking it up, my grandmother could always pick out what I thought was impossible - it was so much like the text editing work I am now engaged in. However, I picked food at that time, and now I picked text.
The sun in autumn is extremely clear, and the shadow of an autumn cloud is slowly wandering on my grandmother's wide forehead.
Grandma, who is sitting in a statue on a low stool, occasionally stretching. As foreign objects are picked out, her eyebrows and eyes seem to become softer, as if the ones picked up and thrown away by her grandmother are the difficulties that will emerge from time to time in life. (Picture丨Xiao Yan)
Author Introduction
○Yang Dan real name is Yang Yali. Journal editor and essay writer. Columnist of " Luoyang Evening News ". He has won the second prize of the second "Luo Feng" National Non-Fiction Prose Competition, the Fifth Dadi Literature Award, the 30th Dongli Literature Award, etc. Published the essay collection "Dick Deer Passes Through the Melon Field".
