One yearly, summer goes and autumn comes again. In the blink of an eye, it is late autumn. The autumn in the countryside is cool, with a hint of coolness; the yellowed leaves reveal silence and loneliness, and the world is filled with a silence and cold atmosphere!
In this cold season, the fourth brother slowly learned to crawl. With people's persuasion and comfort, the stepmother slowly walked out of the regret and sorrow of losing her son.
There was a lot of rain that year, and it rained every few days. In the water pits around the village, there were often ditches and rivers, as if they were about to overflow.
People who go to the ground to work, when passing by the pond, will bend down and squat down to wash their hands, wipe their faces, and then sway the water from their hands and leave.
When passing by the intersection of the pond at night, you must be careful to tiptoe carefully to prevent falling into the pond!
We are covered with wind-breaking black clay land. If it doesn’t rain for three days, the crops in the fields will be drought. The hard and hard land will crack cracks, just like the wrinkles on the faces of the weather-beaten old man, clear and profound.
The place where local farmers often say "a small drought every three days, a severe drought every five days, and a toad will get water after urinating"!
In that era, the main grain that farmers ate for three meals a day was sweet potatoes, and all the fine grains were handed over to the public grain. Therefore, drying dried sweet potatoes is a very important thing.
In the fields after autumn harvest, the dark land left behind wrinkles and fatigue, bringing people infinite sadness!
After autumn, the land is sleeping, restoring its energy, waiting for the next year to accumulate strength! The winter wheat just sown in the field has sprouted malts the size of needle tips. The yellow malts stand up in the rustling autumn wind, bringing people expectations and vitality.
The villagers began to take advantage of the sunny weather and seize the time to dig sweet potatoes and dry them.
When drying sweet potatoes, the most feared thing is rain. Sweet potatoes contain more starch, and they will become moldy and spoil when they see a little rain. Therefore, the time must be seized against time.
The days were clear, and the members of the production team seized the time to cut the sweet potato seedlings and dig sweet potatoes. They dug three pieces of sweet potatoes in a row and distributed them to the members for drying.
was not broadcast at that time, and farmers did not understand the weather conditions in the future, so they could only seize the time by relying on their feelings and experience.
The soil in the wheat field is relatively dry, and the sweet potatoes are dried in the wheat field, and the dry ones are relatively chunks. The families with lots of labor quickly grab the territory and put the sweet potatoes they have assigned to the nearby wheat fields. They took out a few faders and , pushed them, sprinkled them, and spread them open them to prevent the dried sweet potatoes from being stacked together.
Our family has no male laborers. Apart from eating, my father goes to school after dinner, and doesn’t go home at night. His stepmother is reluctant to call his son!
The more you get from the house, the less sweet potatoes, it depends on my stepmother and I. Sometimes, I don’t even have to eat.
In the countryside, there is no man at home in a family, and no one supports and helps inside and outside. To be honest, it is really difficult to make a move! It’s really not easy for a stepmother to be a stepmother, it’s quite pitiful, so she imposed many things on me and treated me as a little adult. I can understand this!
The family who have laborers seize the initiative and put the distributed sweet potatoes into dry wheat fields nearby. Use a fader to push the sweet potatoes into slices and dry them on the dry land. sweet potato chips dry quickly.
When I went to find a place, others had already dried the sweet potato chips and went home!
I want to put the sweet potatoes into a basket at a distance, which is time-consuming and laborious. Later, it really didn't work, so I pushed the sweet potato into slices with a fader and sprinkled it on the ground where the sweet potato had just been dug. The sweet potatoes I just dug were very wet. The sweet potato chips were scattered in such a field and dried slowly. This is called "I can't catch up with one step, but I can't catch up with one step!"
After the sweet potato chips dried by someone else's house on the first day were dried, they picked them up and took them home. The stepmother was very anxious and went to the field to touch the sweet potato chips dried by her house several times. There was still sugar in the middle, and they were not all dried, so they could not be picked up and taken back.
In the dark night, a sudden chaos in the village broke the tranquility of the late night and woke the stepmother from her dream.
It turns out that the sky suddenly became cloudy, and the gray sky seemed to be splashed on the sky by thick ink, blurring people's eyes, making people feel confused, depressed, lost and sad!
The young and old in the village, men and women, all of whom were carrying baskets and holding baskets, rushed to the ground in the darkness to pick up their own dried sweet potatoes.
The stepmother heard the noise and got up quickly. The family's livelihoods for a year were all scattered in the field. She went to the field several times yesterday, but the sweet potato chips were not dry and she couldn't pick them up and take them back in time. It was going to rain, and the food for a year was about to be ruined. How could she not be anxious?
The mother of the stepmother hurriedly covered her fourth brother with a quilt, and ran to the ground with me in the dark with her blue rake.
The night was dark, and I couldn't see my fingers. The messy people were fumbled on the ground with their hands, and picked up the white ones when they saw them. They all regretted that their hands were too slow. Some people simply hugged them with both hands, wishing they could grow a few more hands!
The mother of the stepmother even thought she was too slow to pick it up, so she became wise in a hurry, grabbed the bamboo rake and hugged it on the ground, and then gathered the sweet potato chips they hugged together in a pile. I went to the sweet potato field to pull the sweet potato seedlings and cover it.
Just like that, the dried sweet potatoes in a piece of field were covered with sweet potato seedlings, and the drizzle began to roar like a misty white gauze.
Drizzle, sometimes big and sometimes small, from the hazy sky, like wet smoke, soft, unknown, and without sound, the sadness of the rain filled the entire gray night sky.
Others cleaned up the dried sweet potatoes in the field and went home cleanly.
The aunt took her grandmother and her family and all the young and old to go out, and after cleaning up, she left.
Grandma walked at the end. In the drizzle, she set up a shed on her forehead with her hands and looked around. She wanted to find our trace in the darkness, but was forced to leave as she was urged by the aunt. She is understanding and most afraid of the aunt's face. She will live like walking on thin ice for the rest of her life!
My stepmother and I were busy picking up the sweet potato chips on the ground. Before we could take them home, we could only fall to the ground and cover them with sweet potato seedlings.
There are two pieces of sweet potato chips left in the field, which are wet by the drizzle and cannot be picked up. Even if the sweet potato seedlings are covered, it is beyond reach, and I sigh in my heart. I can only leave it to fate and just let it drench in the ground!
The sky is getting darker and darker, and there is no trace of people in the ground. Only my stepmother and I wander with the demons and ghosts on a dark rainy night.
The darkness before dawn was entangled by the drizzle of the deep night sky. I stood on the edge of darkness, with only fear and confusion in my heart! At this moment, I hate my father for being irresponsible!
The misty drizzle became heavier and heavier, like millions of silver threads hitting their faces, splashing a layer of misty rain, and the water droplets slid down their cheeks.
My stepmother and I were stuck to the scalp and pressed on my face, and my clothes were soaked in the rain!
This is exactly "The sky is dark, and the wind and drizzle are so clear that it is so sad."
My stepmother and I had no words, and silently dragged our tired footsteps into the village.
Dawn dispels darkness, and it is dawn. Smoke of owls and ox rises above the village, and the smoke circles over the rain-filled village.
As soon as I walked to the entrance of the alley, I heard my brother's heart-wrenching cry, and his throat was hoarse.
It turned out that my younger brother who had just crawled fell from the bed and climbed naked from the room to the outside of the gate to find someone. From the yard to the outside of the gate, there was a long trace of his younger brother crawling over. He was covered in mud, lying in a mud nest, like a mud monkey, and there was a big bag on his head that had fallen from the bed.
The stepmother was furious when she saw this, throwing away the basket in her hand. She didn't bother to take off the clothes wet by the rain. She reached out and picked up her brother, and wiped the mud on her head and body to her, while cursing: "...Sun! What are you doing when you crawl out? Look at what you are like? Your grandparents are dead! You are so stolen! It popped out from the old tree branch! You have no grandpa and no grandma!...Sun Family...!"
She cursed and turned her face to the back wall of the front yard, and the front yard could hear it clearly!
No matter how chewing and scolding the backyard is, it is so unbearable that it is. The front yard is closed, like a grave, silent, and silent as if dead! They quietly said that they should eat and drink, as if nothing had happened!
htmlFor more than 0 years, the front yard has been as always. Facing the stepmother’s swearing in her seven orifices, she angrily scolded her. The front yard seemed nothing happened and was calm. She had to admire the calmness and calmness of the people in the front yard!In the front yard, adults and children talk like flies, and they always like to learn to walk and talk behind their backs. I don’t know what kind of psychology it is!
Front yard, that is the place where grandparents are imprisoned! Grandma never went out except after being invited by her niece in her family!
In fact, when grandma heard the heart-wrenching cry of the child in the backyard outside, she felt like fifteen buckets of water fetching water, and she was nervous.
She stood within the gate and wandered around. She wanted to go out several times, but was scolded by her uncle!
Uncle looked at grandma with his eyes, biting half of his teeth and said, "You are still thinking about the backyard! She chewed her and told her to chew, but she wouldn't touch her body!"
was so scared that her grandma retreated repeatedly. She turned her head and looked at the aunt's unhappy face, standing aside and constantly clenching her fingernails , like a child who made a mistake!
When grandma was ambiguous and couldn't eat, she heard the noise in the backyard. Although her body was trembling and a little scared, she looked helpless, as she looked as if the drizzle fell in the air was as drizzle as silk , and a hanging heart finally let go!
quarrel and scolding cannot solve the problem, it will only make others disgusted and make the front yard happier, comfortable and proud. This is exactly what the aunt expected, which makes her belittle the back yard whenever she meets everyone!
Whenever this happens, the aunt quietly told her breasts proudly: "Listen! The backyard is chewing people again! You can see that her child is not growing well! Growing up is also a bandit's material!"
means that grandma has stopped thinking about the backyard!
The rain stopped and the sun shyly emerged from the clouds.
I quickly ran to the ground, opened the sweet potato seedlings and saw that the sweet potato chips were all moldy. I pinched them with my hands and pulled the thin silk stickyly. The moldy mycelium stretched out very long.
The sweet potato chips in the three fields, those that were picked up, but not picked up, all of them turned into black and green flowery faces.
The skin is moldy and not bitter. It is astringent and bitter to eat in the mouth!
Later, all the sweet potato chips that were not moldy were sunken and handed over to the public grain!
That year, for a whole year, our adults and children ate all moldy and spoiled sweet potato chips every day! There is relief food, but our family is not qualified! The sweet potato chip tea burned from
is moldy and green, with a musty smell and a pungent bitterness that makes it difficult to swallow.
Steamed steamed buns, black like coal balls, grabbed in the hands, and a black and sticky layer of things on the five fingers!
When my younger brother was holding a black steamed bun in his hand and appeared in front of the aunt at the entrance of the alley, the aunt had originally seen the child in the backyard, and her face was tightly tight, like dry branches and leaves. At this time, it is like the nourishment of morning dew, relaxing the branches and leaves, and a faint sense of pleasure appears on the face!
People say that good will be rewarded, and evil will be rewarded. In fact, that is just comforting oneself!
Those who deceive and hurt others are as cold as iron, but are still free and easy!
End of autumn, the unforgettable drizzle night ruined the family's livelihood for a year...
(original, documentary serialized, revealing the dark side of human nature)
