In winter, the bare branches of the pomegranate tree look strong to the sky. Although there is no decoration of leaves, the vitality is still tenacious. I wanted to have a good hibernation, but the owner unexpectedly asked someone to bring the excavator over. The bucket was inserted into the soil, and with the roar of the accelerator, the pomegranate tree left the land that belonged to him. He was very sad, but he didn't know why his master treated him like this.
It was not easy for pomegranates this year. The high temperature and drought in the summer broke the historical record. Watering is done every now and then, and drought is fought day and night. Although there are not many pests, insecticides must be sprayed on time. When the time comes for bagging, farmers wear long shirts under the scorching sun, with sweat soaking the back of their clothes, and sweat pouring down their faces. They drink large gulps of water to replenish the body's water balance. A busy day brings not only physical fatigue but also the risk of heat stroke. In order not to delay the pomegranate, and for the sake of the quality of the fruit in the future, I can only grit my teeth and carry on.
The unbearable high temperature has finally passed, and as we enter September, I feel much better with the slightest chill. Looking at the abundant fruits, swollen, red and sweet, my heart is filled with joy. Good fruit, good price, as long as your income increases, everything you pay will be worth it. In October, pomegranates are ripe, and the quality this year is quite good. I feel much better when picking pomegranates. I still think about it from time to time. Even if it is sold at last year's price, the income is quite optimistic. The more I think about it, the sweeter it becomes.
Picking pomegranates is the pinnacle of a year's hard work. Cut the pomegranates from the tree, put them in baskets, load them on the car, transport them to the pomegranate shed, unload them, and then sort them. The whole process of physical exertion left me with backache and soreness. If a young man unloads the pomegranates, he can still carry them. If you are too old to do this job, you are still young.
Pomegranate picking is over. The next step is to sort and sort them into different colors and price points. Wholesale, retail, and online shopping seem to be selling well. But the market situation this year is not good. There are no wholesale merchants, there is no market for retail, and there is no express delivery for online shopping. It was supposed to be the peak sales season, but we encountered such an environment, which was unexpected.
has a price but no market. It has no market. It’s God’s will. It couldn't be sold, it kept breaking, and baskets were thrown into the trash can, resulting in heavy losses. The farmer is so worried and the owner is so angry. Everything was in vain, and I was disheartened.
Who said farmers are lazy? Who said farmers are relaxed? Some trash who don't know the sufferings of the people have big mouths and come with their mouths. Complaints arose, and anger slowly rose. After so much effort, both hands were still empty. When I saw the pomegranate tree, I wanted to scold my parents. If I didn't do it, I would dig it up without stopping. Out of sight, out of mind, I cut the mess with a sharp knife.
The pomegranate tree was dug up. How sad is this ending?
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