Since the production team bought a batch of livestock from the south, people no longer pushed the mills, and the members were freed from the heavy physical labor of pulling plows and rakes.
The matter of holding a donkey grinding noodles in our family is destined to fall on me, a seven or eight-year-old girl! Every week, it still repeats over and over again, repeating all housework such as picking up sweet potato chips, leading donkeys to grind noodles, cooking firewood, brushing pots and feeding pigs and washing clothes, secretly picking up brothers from grandma, picking up weeds and picking up firewood.
I really envy my cousin. She doesn’t have to do anything except to go to school, and the aunt doesn’t let her do anything! I asked myself with great exclamation: Why are fates so different for the same person?
I hate stepmother! Because, all the girls in the village, including girls a few years older than me, their parents have never treated their daughter like this!
The only stepmother is the exception. Her heart is made of steel, hard and cold! Of course, she holds her son in her hand and treats him as the "Supreme Emperor". She is absolutely polite to be favored by one and the other!
She imposed all the housework on me, which should not be something that I should bear at my age! It's like a mountain, all of which are pressing against me!
When someone does work, she still wants to curse with her teeth, and she is so lazy that she is dying! Other women get up before dawn to make breakfast and then go to work. Do needlework until late at night, and never force your daughter to do things you don’t want to do!
Stepmothers are different from other people's women and are particularly good at enjoying it. She doesn't get up until work hours in the morning, and she goes to bed after eating. When she came back from work at noon, she quickly sat at the door with a needle and thread basket, waiting for me to set the fire and cook by myself.
If she wants to call her son to help boil the pot, she will immediately turn against others and teach her son to scold her!
Of course, burning fire is something I have to do, and others can't stand such pain! Because there was no firewood pot in the countryside at that time, and all the things were burned were dried weeds and dried grass roots. The smoke was heavy, and it was a little fire, but it didn't burn for a long time. The whole kitchen was like a weasel smoked, making people so sad that they couldn't open their eyes. It was so snot and tears, which made them feel a different feeling!
One year, autumn goes and winter comes, the seasons change warmly and warmly, and leaves fall down with the confusion of autumn, leaving only bare branches. Three or five leaves were still hung on the branches with nostalgia, and were wailing "rustling" by the cold wind.
Autumn leaves are gone, and the weather gradually becomes colder and colder. Before dawn that day, my stepmother called me to get up and go to the cattle shed outside the village to wait for the cattle.
This is the habit of stepmother. No matter it is windy, rainy, or lightning, as long as she needs to get up in the middle of the night, she will sleep on the bed with her legs stretched out, grinning and gritting her teeth and calling me to get up!
lead donkeys to grind noodles, and you need to get up in the middle of the night to wait for the animals. First, you have to find the mill after the mill is ready, but you can't pull the animals. After this time, you have to look for the mill again. Second, you have to lead the animals too late. When it's time to unload the mill, the grain has not been finished yet; third, you can't wait for the good animals when you go late.
I rubbed my sleepy eyes and raised my dizzy head, really didn't want to get up! I thought to myself: How great it would be if I could have a good sleep, it would be fine for a day! But I don’t have such a blessing!
I fumbled with my hands to find clothes. In order to save kerosene, the stepmother did not light the light. No, will it affect the stepmother's sleep if a little light is there? I was groping in the dark and had developed a habit!
In our village, men and women are all men and women who get up early and go out of the village to go to the dark to pull donkeys and grind noodles. They are not relieved that their daughters will go out at night, and even if their daughters grow up to adults, they will not use their daughters!
There is no family in the village. I can feel at ease and be willing to let a girl of a few years old go outside the village to lead donkeys and wait for animals at midnight!
Stepmother is different from other people’s mothers! For the sake of my own enjoyment, this woman doesn’t care about my life or death!
In the darkness, I sighed, struggled, and groped to get up and get out of the bed and go out.
The night is surprisingly quiet, even chickens, dogs, and birds are immersed in their sleep, and a needle can be heard when it falls. The lonely night is sublimating, blooming and interpreting the horror of darkness.
The weather is gloomy and a little misty. I can’t see my fingers. It’s as black as the bottom of a pot, like a huge black cloth wrapping the sky and the earth. There is no starry night, the whole village has no light, and the appendages on the ground cannot be seen, and the visibility is extremely low.
A slight cold wind blew my face, and I couldn't help but shivered and shivered, and shrank my head into my collar. I was afraid of the darkness and did not dare to look around. I lowered my head and closed my eyes and groped out of the alley.
From our house to the cattle shed outside the village, it is more than a mile away, and you have to pass the manure tank in the production team. It’s so dark, don’t fall into the manure tank, I thought so in my heart.
In the darkness, I kept my eyes exploring. In front of me was the manure tank, which was close to the west of the manure tank, and was close to the manure tank. The mountain of fertilizer accumulated that had just been dug out of the manure tank not long ago. I had to penetrate the manure tank about fifty square meters and the newly dug fertilizer accumulated to the east and west road that had just been dug out to the village.
The manure fermentation tank is the manure picked up by the members and the grass cut by the members. After passing through the team, it is thrown into the manure tank and covered with soil. Then pour the manure water taken out of each household's pit into the septic tank, put grass on it and press it on it, and then it is stacked layer by layer and fermented.
After the manure is fermented, dig it out, dry it and crush it to the ground. This is the farm fertilizer!
During the day, in the full dung tank, green bubbles were emitting on it, mosquitoes were flying, and the stench was surging, and people held their breath in and out.
The dark night, I dare not open my eyes, groped with my eyes closed, and walked forward with the memories in my mind.
If you are afraid of ghosts, you will have ghosts. Suddenly, you step on the wet mud that had just been dug out next to you. Your feet slipped under you, and with a "thump", you slipped into the septic tank!
The drizzle of feces reached my knees. I didn't dare to pause. I was shocked and quickly pulled out my feet from the septic tank. I climbed up on the edge of the septic tank. A stench filled the air!
I no longer care about fear, nor about taking off the shoes on my feet, and walked towards the pond with a slid and slippery look.
I slowly walked down the pond, wanting to rinse the feces on my trousers in the water. Because the feces and rice water in the shoes under my feet were very slippery, I suddenly rolled into the pond.
I was shocked and scared, and I didn't care about the cold. I hurriedly climbed up from the pond, took off my cotton pants, put them in the water, rinsed them, and threw them on the roots of the willow tree by the water.
Then, I held the willow tree beside the water with one hand, washed the shoes with the other hand, and ran home quietly with my clothes.
At this time, I am not afraid of any monsters or monsters, but I am afraid of how to hide it from my stepmother and avoid my stepmother’s scolding!
I fumbled to change my clothes, and on the bed, my stepmother was sleeping soundly!
I went out again and groped to the cattle shed. There were two men and one woman sitting in the cattle room. They were talking in a low voice. When they saw me pushing the door in, they focused their eyes on me at the same time.
In the animal trough, there are two animals in the same trough. They don’t raise their heads, eating grass like the wind sweeping the leaves, chewing them vigorously and vigorously!
The breeder grabbed a handful of feed from the hopper and sprinkled it on wheatgrass in the stone trough, and stirred it with a straw mixing stick.
He turned his head and saw me, and still let me sit on his adobe kang, saying, "The animals are not full yet, wait a little longer!"
Before I sat firmly, a man shouted, "How come this smells so smelly?" Others "suck, suck" and smelled it a few times and said, "It's really! Why is it smelly?"
That woman, I called her second grandma, she is the wife of a barefoot doctor. She looked at me and asked, "Why are your hair wet?"
I stared at them blankly, with a dull look on the adobe kang, and there was endless sadness, sadness and helplessness hidden deep in my heart!
replied expressionlessly for a long time: "It's too hot, I'm taking a shower!"
Everyone in the room laughed, "This daughter is not old and knows how to tell jokes!"
At this time, the sky was bright, but it was still very dark, and the gray-white mist enveloped the world.
I took back a stubborn old donkey. The stepmother got up and brought food to help put the animals on, so she left in a hurry. As for how my hair is wet, she doesn't care at all!
This mill belongs to Mancang's house, a separate house, no one knows what to do.
Maybe this old donkey bullies the weak, right? Maybe it's too tiring to pull and polish it every day? It's hard to grind it from the cover and refuse to pull it.
When it heard the shouting "Hi Hi" behind its butt was a child's voice, it was walking slowly and slowly. When it heard my shouting, it stood still.
I hit its butt with a small wooden stick in one hand, and push the grinder in the back of the donkey with the other hand, pushing its butt forward with a push.
This old donkey is really cunning. He walks and stops, and he also secretly looks at me from time to time with his big eyes from the gap where the donkey covers his eyes. He takes three steps and stomps his front hooves on the ground to protest and demonstrate!
Not only that, it shits and pees in the grinding path. This is the smartest thing about this husband and donkey!
It shits and pisses, and then it can stand on the grinding track and rest for a while. I want to sweep the feces out of the grinding track and shovel it to the corner of the wall. If it pisses, I have to sweep the urine out of the grinding track and then shovel some dry soil in the grinding track to prevent the donkey's hooves from slipping. This is really what people often say, "A lazy donkey is trapped, and if you don't pull it, you will pee."
I was busy placing soil on the grinding road. When I was not paying attention, it tilted its head and murmured a big mouth of grain from the grinding head with relish!
To be honest, the livestock are also very pitiful. They eat wheatgrass and the little feed they give every day is often deducted by the keepers. When people are tired, they often use donkeys as metaphor for "tired like donkeys!" It shows how tired the animals are!
This old man is called a donkey, with thin bones. His hind legs bumped and polished each other when walking, and the skins at the two joints were crushed and ground. The skins in the sugar cake were as big as a piece, with bones exposed and blood flowing.
But it can't rest. Except when eating grass, the rest of the time is spent working. It starts before dawn and keeps until dark and never fails. It's really pitiful!
What's more, it is a male donkey. The pregnant donkey is impatient and hard to pull the trap. As long as it gets on the trap, it will pull the trap desperately. It wanted to finish the rest quickly.
However, greedy people, from a set of mills and pulling five liters of grain at a time, whoever pulls it will increase it to eight liters of grain, "whip the fast horse"! It gave birth to a donkey cub in the grinding path, which is so pitiful!
This donkey is particularly cunning. It only cheers up when it is time to remove the grinding.
I padded the grinding path with soil. It also rested and stole the food. It still rubbed its eyes wide open, looking at me through the crack where the donkey covered its eyes, as if saying: I won't pull it, what are you doing to me?
I used a small wooden stick to hit its butt behind, and it thought I was scratching it and didn't move.
I had no choice. It was half noon and the five liters of grain had not finished the first time I stood in front of the donkey and hit it on its head.
This donkey is very revengeful. While I was not paying attention, he suddenly squatted down his front legs and jumped up suddenly. His hind legs stood upright, grabbed my head and pushed me into the grinding path. It quickly stomped over me!
This donkey did something wrong, because I was afraid that I would take revenge on it? It pulled the mill and ran quickly in the mill!
I endured the pain on my body and rolled out of the grinding road, laying into the dung pile in the corner of the wall, making my head and face full of donkey dung, and I was in a mess!
My sternum was broken by two ribs, which may have been caused by that time!
finally unplugged the grinding. I endured the pain of blue and purple all over my body, and led the old man to ask the donkey to leave the mill and found a place for the donkey to roll.
At this time, the old donkey called out "Hungry, tired, hungry" from afar.
This old man called Donkey and couldn't pull the mill. When he heard the call of the donkey, he was very strong! It’s not something I, a seven or eight-year-old girl, can control it!
I held this old donkey and grabbed the reins with both hands to let the donkey roll on .
The old donkey heard the call of the old grass donkey who had just been unwounded in the distance, and jumped up from the ground, responding loudly, "Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah", and ran away, throwing me more than a meter away, almost hitting the corner of the wall!
I fell heavily to the ground with my feet facing the sky, my head buzzing, and I didn’t get up for a long time!
It feels like the end of the world is coming. After a long time, I got up from the ground and touched my head. My head was still there. A big bag bulged up on the back of my head. The skin on my face, arms, and backs of my hands were rubbed and bleeding!
is outside, no matter what happens, any situation or any grievances occur, you will bear it yourself!
I can't tell the stepmother who is not mentally conscious, otherwise, not only will she not get any protection from her, but one dirty insult after another, mixed with a broomstick, hitting her head like raindrops!
The curse of the stepmother has become an indelible nightmare for my life!
Leading the donkey to pull the mill, childhood nightmare, childhood sorrow, however, this is just the tip of the iceberg, and the storm is on the road...
(original, documentary serial)
