That day, with my eyes wide open, I followed my mom, dad and grandma to the cornfield. Mom said to me, "Today, there is a difficult task - to break the bag of rice!" As soon as the words fell, I immediately came to the spirit, two eyes wide, surprised expression showed a hint of excitement, I thought: I've never done this kind of breaking packet of rice, it must be more interesting than catching grasshoppers and then grilled its thighs to eat. I said very mischievously, "Yes ma'am sir. Please give me half an hour and I'll definitely take care of half the field!" Dad said, "You don't even know how to break it, and you're so confident?" He said, "Hmph, isn't it just a matter of breaking a bag of rice? What's so hard about that?" I said, and began my action. I broke off a corn in three tries, and I tore off its skin as hard as I could as if it were an enemy, and then dropped it heavily to the ground. This took fifteen seconds at best, and at that rate, it was more than enough for a field, not to mention half a field.
I excitedly held up the peeled corn and called out, "Look, I peeled this, how is it, the technique is not bad, right!" Just as I was getting complacent, my mom said, "You're not breaking it right, you should break the cob off and leave its coat on the stalk." I turned to the corn and said contemptuously, "I don't believe it, you little corn is so difficult to deal with." With that, I buried my head in the ground again.
Perhaps the corn was angry, and when I broke it off, it brought down two coats. So I watched how the older woman broke it, hoping to learn some techniques.
Seeing her take the "coat" off the body of the corn layer by layer, and then grab the corn cob with one hand, and then break it, the corn will obediently fall down, I also learned to do a few times, and slowly also hold the trick.
One morning passed, although I only broke seven ears of rice, but my hands are already raw and painful. However, when I looked at the rough hands of my father and his family, who had been working on the farm for many years, it seemed to me that I had forgotten what pain was.
After returning home, I ate an ear of yellow corn, which seemed to be sweeter than the KFC fast food I usually eat, because not only is there the sweat of the farmers, but there is also a small part of my credit.
Through this morning's labor, I know: learning and planting are exactly the same, as long as the first sowed the goal, and then continue to work hard, there will be a rich harvest. More know that labor can be experienced in the immense joy!