When I was a child, I went up the mountain like a wild child and helped adults in the fields. I am a miserable 70-year-old, and my childhood family is still influenced by the landlord's composition, except poverty. My father is a weak scholar, muddling along in other places. The difference between the four brothers and sisters is less than ten years old, and they all love learning rather than agriculture. However, I am the eldest of four children. Although I am a girl, working is still a necessary course. Only by studying at home can I get rid of the task of working in the fields.
My grandfather was an absolute authority at home at that time, and I still remember many family rules. What girls are not allowed to run around, not to watch movies alone, and to stand up and behave, not to swear, and not to bring the word "death" on New Year's Day. . . That heartfelt awe lasted for many years. I remember that as long as grandpa is at home and my sisters are honest, let alone playing cards and watching TV, I dare not read novels (mobile phones are not popular yet).
At that time, grandma loved to raise ducks, and she needed to feed some fish and shrimp to grow fast and often laid eggs. And I am particularly keen on catching fish and touching shrimp in the river in front of my house. Often in summer, I take a bath while catching fish, and then stand in the sun. I wash the fish when it is hot, so I wash it in the sun. After a summer, I was black and shiny all over. The skin color is heavier than that of African blacks, leaving only white teeth. It's scary to think about it. . . .
There was no entertainment in the countryside at that time, and there was nothing to do except study and work. There are very few times to see movies in a year. Generally, people in Shiliba Village make a wish to show movies. Find out early and call a friend to take the seat. The movie with the deepest memory is Thirteen Sisters.
My home is at the entrance of the village, or a rice field (where villagers get together to eat). I wonder who put some big stones on the side of the road. Most of the young people in the village are not at home. Older people have nothing to do but sit on a stone with a bowl to eat and chat. As long as it doesn't rain, people often sit for half a day, parents are in the east, parents are in the west, people are in the yellow, from ancient times to the present, from west to east. . .
Of course, most of them are elderly people and women with children at home, and those young enough to go out have gone out to work to earn money. Then buy a house in the city and send the children to school in the city.
However, even if many families have the ability to settle down in big cities, parents would rather stay at home, look at familiar faces and eat basically the same meal every day (after all, it is a rural area, and the food is monotonous, but their hearts are practical). With the changes of the times, the development of society has changed a lot compared with childhood, and the people who can dominate the rice fields changed their owners a few years ago, but after all, the main theme of the conversation remains the same-there is no specific content, and we can talk wherever we want, even if it is relatively silent.
At that time, every household raised chickens, and many old people didn't know the time. Anyway, the rooster crowed three times and they got up. Every morning at dawn, you can hear voices, carry water, say hello, discipline children, kick chickens and beat dogs. . . Of course, there is the sound of the old drum in the well. I don't know how long it has been. Only now every household uses tap water installed by the state free of charge, leaving only an old well that is gradually drying up, with a rusty old drum on it.
It's hard to understand that even now, some old people in rural areas still get up early. Some grandchildren watch their grandchildren not wrestling, others sit quietly on the stone, and some people talk a few words, but no one talks, just sitting. I wonder why they can't sleep well at home and get up so early. Isn't it delicious to sleep in bed? Even if they can't sleep, it's okay to brush a Tik Tok? Can only say that living habits and ways are different!
Our village is basically a family named Li. Occasionally one or two physical surnames must be Li's in-laws. Apart from my home and a house called Sanbo's, it is not a building (the children are not in their hometown). Now every household in the village is a two-story building. The yard is paved with cement, the house is simply decorated, tiles are pasted outside the building, and all young and middle-aged laborers kill wells and dig biogas. . .
In recent years, the country has paid more attention to the construction of new countryside, and village branches have been equipped with fitness equipment, even basketball courts and table tennis cases. There is also a village cultural activity center. Playing music and dancing in the square dance at night is a typical new socialist countryside and a new atmosphere. Anywhere is suitable for living.
When my old father was alive, he often joked and lamented that he had built a two-story building to support his daughter, but he still lived in an old house (three rooms with blue bricks and tiles, a wing and a small yard, quite like a quadrangle in Beijing, hehe). I often solemnly refute him and say: You are satisfied. You raised two daughters and two sons at the same time. It doesn't cost a penny to choose a good wife. Others have tall buildings and pavilions, and their parents-in-law have to look at their daughter-in-law's face. It costs a lot of bride price to marry a daughter-in-law When you get married, you have to be loved by a family. Actually, think about it. You made a lot of money.
At this time, the old father smiled and narrowed his eyes. . .