However, the first step in treating garlic cannot be done by machines, and can only be peeled manually, so the family members in the factory can peel garlic and make money. I peeled until the sun, the shade in the alley was gone, and the garlic was finally peeled.

Author: Xie Zhiming

Every summer vacation, my father and his unit, Qingjiang Egg Factory, produce garlic powder. However, the first step in treating garlic cannot be done by machines, and can only be peeled manually, so the family members in the factory can peel garlic and make money. Peeling garlic takes up a lot of my summer vacation activities. My daily task is to peel ten kilograms of garlic in one morning.

I will sit on a stool at the entrance of the alley to the west of our house, just in the shade of the east gable, put the garlic placed in the egg basket in front of me, put a medium-sized bowl on the side, and peel the garlic with a triangle knife made of a hacksaw blade. I peeled until the sun, the shade in the alley was gone, and the garlic was finally peeled. Looking at the white garlic full of the big bowl and the white garlic skin between my feet, I thought about the fact that I had suffered 50 cents a morning, I was quite happy, and it was also a contribution to my family.

Due to my hard practice and my father’s reform of knives, my speed and level of peeling garlic have been improved linearly. Most people use a flat-headed knife, but my dad retains three to four serrated teeth above the tip of the knife, and the tips are facing upwards. The opening of the blade is polished with oil stone . The blade edge is sharp and it can be broken. In this way, after inserting the toothed knife into the garlic clove, the friction is increased when lifted up, and the garlic clove comes out as soon as it is lifted. I also thought about the garlic on the middle finger of my right hand. I had been struggling with it for a while when I put on the finger condom but not on the finger condom. However, calluses were grinding out of the middle finger tips, so I was no longer afraid of spicy food. The garlic was very fast. This greatly improved the speed of peeling garlic. The original two and a half hours of peeling ten kilograms of garlic, but later it increased to more than an hour. Of course, it also depends on whether it is easy to peel garlic.

When I peel garlic, I will listen to the radio while peeling it. A lot of knowledge is learned from the radio.

, for example, philosophy. Where does the correct thoughts come from? It is not something that falls from the sky, nor is it inherent in human minds. Human correct thoughts can only come from social practice.

, such as music. I know Peng Xiuwen , I know Li Delun , I also know a person who sings ancient poems is Jiang Jiaqiang. I know "Erquan Yingyue" and I know the blind Abing 's big name is Hua Yanjun. I know " Hu Zuo Eighteen Beats " and "Spring River Flower Moon Night".

The more you do simple and repetitive things in your hands, the more rhythm you need in your ears and hearts. This is what I deeply understand. During the intervals of rhythm, I glanced at the pedestrians walking on the road, and the morning passed quickly.

I was still at the entrance of the alley to the west in the afternoon. The afternoon is my time to practice the piano and I can play a lot of songs. As long as I can sing, I can play the familiar melody I have heard. But I still don't know the name of this piano.

forgot who said it, and said that the piano is called horse head fiddle . Every time I shaking my head and feeling satisfied, I never cared about it.

Finally one day, a passing person stopped and came to me. I saw that I knew him, not from the troupe. He is Master Zhang from our Xibian Charcoal Shop. He can play musical instruments. I have seen him pull Banhu on West Street. He asked me what piano I was playing? I shook my head and said I didn't know. He got my piano, looked up and down, left and right for a long time, shook his head helplessly, and he didn't know what the piano was called. He said that the piano is Ruan, with a thin neck and a small belly; if it is Yueqin, with a small belly and a too long neck; if it is Sanxian, it does have three strings, but it has frets, but the other person has no frets, and the belly is covered with snakeskin.

Later, I simply called it the horse-head fiddle. Every day, I played the tinkling at the entrance of the alley and felt happy. But I played for a summer vacation and no one paid attention to me, and no one could tell the piano that a cotton bean was a piece of cotton bean.

But I was not discouraged, and I still played happily every day. Since I play it every day, the shrapnel is made from bamboo , so I always play the strings.Uncle Qi at the door discovered this problem. Uncle Qi was the director of Erjian Company. He looked at my broken strings and said that the strings were similar to the wall-building lines used by bricklayers in their unit, so he gave me a large bundle of wall-building lines like yarn balls. When I saw the wall line, it was the old strings I used to play the piano! That really comes in handy. Later, I went to the fishing gear store to buy thick nylon silk for fishing nets as substring . nylon string can stretch but it can be played continuously. Later, I can practice playing the piano to the fullest.

Now someone is watching me play Zhongruan and I asked me when I learned it. I will tell you, this is the Boys' Kung Fu I practiced when I was a child. Luo Liba talked so much, she peeled garlic and practiced playing the piano. Actually, I am laying the groundwork. I want to write about what happened when I peeled garlic one morning and practiced playing the piano in the afternoon. This is why Master Dog’s mother cried until midnight when she called Master Dog’s soul.

This morning, I went to school with many ideas.

I was in class that morning, and I was always not focused. I was always fantasizing about the scene of the postman Uncle Pan delivering a letter to our house. I thought Xiao Pan was not calling my name, but calling my mother. With this shout, Gou Master’s mother and I have been waiting for this summer since last summer, and now winter, and this letter has never been waiting for.

In fact, since I wrote this letter last summer vacation, I have to run to the yard of the post office dormitory if I have anything to do, and want to see if Uncle Pan has sent any missing letters, but I am always disappointed every time. When I get out of school and go to school and go to the door of the post office dormitory, I hope someone shouts: Oh! Little boy! Take the letter from the people at your doorstep with you.

Because a year ago, during the summer vacation, I wrote a letter for Gou Ye’s mother.

I was peeling the garlic that morning, and there was no one next to me, and I was peeling it alone. At this time, Master Dog's mother came. He helped me peel a few garlic and said: Good grandson, are you busy? I said I was busy, peeling garlic. He squatted down and helped me peel the garlic. While peeling it, I praise me for being able and sensible. I share my worries about my family at a young age. Not only do I have the ability to do housework, I also read books well, and I will write letters for my grandma if I have nothing to do.

Which child doesn’t like wearing tall wooden clogs! When I was praised, I felt happy. That's it. I peeled ten kilograms of garlic a day, which increased my family's income by 50 cents. I earned all my books and tuition fees by myself, and there would definitely be some savings in the summer vacation. As for writing a letter, that's a little bit. My grandma asked me to write to my father when she had something to do, and my father also encouraged me to write. Dad’s encouragement is real material encouragement and monetary encouragement. Every time I write a letter, my father will reward him with one cent when he comes back and return it with something delicious. Every letter from my father is in the hands of my father, which is the capital to show off in front of colleagues in the unit of Siyang Silk Textile Factory. My father will hold the letter in front of others and say, "This is written by my eldest grandson, and you can write letters in the second and third grades." After the liberation, my father supported the silk threading factory that moved from Shanghai to Siyang . As a special technician, he was transferred from Huaiyin to work in Siyang. So I would urge my grandma to write a letter if I had nothing to do, but my grandma couldn't bear to write the eight cent stamps and was always reluctant to write them.

The mother of the Dog Master was happy to see me and said: Are you busy in the afternoon? I said I would practice the piano in the afternoon, so I was busy. The dog's mother left.

In the afternoon, I was playing the piano with my head shaking. Master Dog's mother came, and he gave me two pieces of candy, looking at the front and back, looking very nervous. I see why Dog Master’s mother is so nervous. She looked at me with a serious expression and I was a little scared. I looked into her eyes as if I were looking at the wolf grandmother. Later, when I read the tofu Xishi Yang Ersao, the first thing I thought of Dog Master’s mother.Master Gou’s mother spoke and she said: Good luck! Grandma, please ask you something, can you please help grandma write a letter?

I heard that it was writing a letter, and I said: OK! To whom?

She wanted to speak but stopped, and looked back and forth again, then put her mouth to my ear and whispered: Write it to my son.

I will say: Is Master Dog not at home? Do you still have to write letters when he is at home?

She hurriedly wanted to cover my mouth, for fear that someone would hear what I said, so she lowered her voice and said: No, no, no, no. You, come over and say, come over and say.

So I followed my piano's long neck and followed her to her home. She had already prepared a small gift for me, a small turmeric nut wrapped in paper (a snack made of noodles). She opened the paper bag and said: Be good, eat something first. Then she went out and closed the gate of her house.

I sat at his small table. The dog's mother brought the letter paper and pen. I said: Grandma, I'll write it.

She didn't say anything at this time. She pulled out a wrinkled handkerchief from the edge of her right collar, and this twitch also drew out the tears in her eyes. This made me nervous, and my hands holding the pen were shaking a little. Before that, I happened to hear a book on the radio about class struggle, and the name of this book is "Keeping Your Eyes Big". There is an old counter-revolutionary man and old lady who is very hiding in her face and always thinks about restoration and change of the world. The book says that class struggle is everywhere, so you must open your vigilant eyes!

I am now afraid that Master Dog’s mother is a lurking class enemy. I open my eyes that are not very vigilant and frightened, and stare at Master Dog’s mother. She stopped crying and began to speak calmly: Hello, My son: I met with words and face. That year, my mother shouldn’t have left you cruelly, but she was forced to do nothing! The body of the son, the flesh of the mother...

She said calm, peaceful, and kind-hearted. Talk for a while, cry for a while, and laugh for a while. I looked at her and listened to the writing, but I was infected by her at a young age, and there was no trace of the class enemy. The letter was written and I read it to her. Master Gou’s mother listened carefully, nodding while listening, and saying yes, yes, yes.

Finally, the dog's mother took out an envelope and I copied the address of the recipient: Flour Branch of Jimusar Hongqi General Factory, Urumqi, Xinjiang, and the address of the sender was No. XX, Xinmin Road outside Chengnanmen Gate, Qingjiang City, Huaiyin District, Jiangsu Province. After

ended, Dog's mother's expression became nervous again. She repeatedly told me not to tell anyone about writing the letter, and told me that she wanted to eat candy and transfer the lottery, so she would go to her grandma's place, and she would not have money.

Since then, I have always been concerned about Pan Yaoyi, who delivered the letter. I always wanted to hear the bicycle bell passing through my doorstep to Gou Ye’s house. I always fantasize that Gou Ye’s mother secretly found me, and then took out a letter from her arms, and said anxiously, "Big grandson, read me a letter from my son...

But in the morning, I heard my grandmother say that Gou Ye’s mother cried. I knew that her son in Xinjiang had never heard of him. I really sympathized with Gou Ye’s mother. When I heard that she cried, I wanted to cry.

The last class I took in the morning was physical education class. I had to run 200 meters. I had to run from the front of the last row of classrooms in the school to the school gate. My legs were so hungry that I was fluttering and I couldn't walk. Besides, I was wearing a pair of bad cloth shoes with big toes and toes exposed. Huaiyin dialect said that this kind of bad shoes is called: ginger is sold in the front and duck eggs are sold in the back. But he couldn't run away, the teacher didn't let him, and Wang Eryou, a classmate who was in the same group, didn't let him go. How big his eyes were, he was rumbling around and looking provocative.I suddenly thought about how fast I would have given her to her if I got the letter from Dog Master’s mother to? At this time, Master Gou’s mother should have a small stall for lottery transfer outside the school gate, so I fantasized about getting the letter to Master Gou’s mother, so that I would be full of passion and strength. I held my shoes and shouted barefoot, and ran to the school gate frantically, and was the first to rush to the school gate. But I was very disappointed. I didn’t have any letters in my hand and didn’t see Master Dog’s mother. I put on my shoes again and followed Wang Eryou with his head down slowly back. I know that classmate Eryou must be very angry and depressed. He ran away with his stomach full, his father played kang cake , and he brought a small piece of kang cake head in his small schoolbag every day. He ate it quietly in the last class. He broke the kang cake into small pieces under the bellies of the desk cabinet, pretending to scratch his head and stuff the small piece into his mouth. He didn't chew it, but he just melted the saliva in his mouth and swallowed it. He thought I didn't know, but in fact, as soon as he entered the classroom, I knew that there was a kang cake in his schoolbag. The smell of this nice kang cake can't be kept tight. After eating the cake like this, he would not be hungry in the last class and would be energetic when running. Now he must think that eating the cake made him unable to run, and that someone who was hungry, who had no food in his stomach ran in front of him. I also muttered in my heart that Wang Eryou must not know that I have spiritual power.

Wait until the bell rings after school, walks out of the school gate, facing the sun's light, like golden needles pierce people's eyes. I thought of what the third grandmother at the door of my house said, the sun is a sister-in-law at home, she is shy and is not allowed to look at her more. If you look at her, she will stab your eyes with a golden needle; and the moon is a sister-in-law, looking at you, it will be more attractive, and the more you look at it, the better it will be. At this moment, I was under the sun, so I could only half close my eyes, looking at the ground and not the sky, and finally arrived at the door of my house.

at a glance! Master Gou was wearing a triangle scarf on his head, standing at the entrance of the alley, baring his teeth as he looked at the people on the road smiling.

It seems that Master Dog’s soul was still called back by his mother. Seeing him laughing, my hunger and fatigue were gone. I, I also grinned as if I was dull.

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Author profile

Xie Zhiming, director of the Huaian Public Security Federation, member of the Qingjiangpu District Writers Association, works for a certain public security department.

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