After the Lantern Festival, my father and eldest brother went out to earn a living for our family. The eldest sister still went to work in the orchard, and my mother and second sister were left at home, as well as my younger brother and me.
With so many people in the family eating all of a sudden, it stands to reason that eating should not be a problem, but my mother made us sweet potato porridge every day, and according to her words, we still have to save some food, because it is still a few months before the rice harvest time.
The days flow slowly like the flowing water of a stream, passing through the sting, bypassing the spring equinox, and then flowing through the Qingming Festival. When the Guyu solar term arrives, the seedlings in the field are already a green scene. The green grass was lazily basking in the sun as if drunk, the peach trees on the hillside were full of red peach blossoms, and the bees and butterflies came and went, and they didn't know what they were busy with all day.
I was busy reading every day, but when I came home from school, I had to eat my mother's sweet potato porridge, and when I was tired of it, I told my mother that I wanted to eat white rice. But my mother said no!She said that now we have sweet potato porridge to eat, and the little rice allocated by the production team is now probably finished at home. Then I asked my mother, "What if I run out of rice?"My mother said that if I ran out of rice, I would have to eat sweet potatoes.
If you really can't borrow a little rice, someone came to our house to borrow rice last year, and it is estimated that there will be more this year. I asked why we didn't have enough to eat, and we still had rice to lendMother said that all the money lent out was the rations of your father and your brother and sister, and that you wanted to eat white rice, so let's talk about it later.
My mother's estimate was correct, and within a few days, people came to our house with baskets to borrow rice, all of them relatives, friends or neighbors. When borrowing rice, use a bamboo tube made of bamboo to measure, and now borrow a few tubes and return a few tubes when the time comes. My mother told me to bring a pen and paper and write down who had borrowed a few tubes of rice. At that time, I was in the second grade of primary school, and I couldn't write the words of the rice tube, so I only wrote the quantity, not the unit: Uncle Chang Han: 10, Lao Suzhuang: 6, Su Qin: 8...
In addition to borrowing rice, there are also those who borrow money. One day, Uncle Yan Tong, a neighbor, came to our house, and my mother was doing needlework, Uncle Yan Tong squatted down in front of my mother and said in a mosquito-like voice: "Sister Lan, everyone has come to borrow rice, I want to borrow some money." The mother asked, "What are you going to borrow money for?"Uncle Yan Tong said, "I want to buy some rice..."The mother asked, "Then why don't you just borrow some rice?"Uncle Yan Tong scratched his head with his hand: "I'm afraid..."I'm afraid that everyone will come to borrow, and if you borrow too much, you won't be able to eat yourself, and besides, the price of rice is good when you borrow it now, and when you pay it back, the price of rice will be cheaper, so don't you suffer a loss?Uncle Yan Tong's answer surprised his mother, it turned out that borrowing things can be so considerate of people. So my mother asked, "How much are you going to borrow?""Five....Five pieces," Uncle Yan Tong stretched out a large hand covered with calluses, and there were still some black dirt left in his fingernails.
The mother didn't say anything anymore, she took out a handkerchief from her personal pocket, opened it and looked at it, only to see that there were about dozens of dollars in it, and the mother took out a five-yuan note from it and handed it to him, and repeatedly instructed: "Remember to save some money!.""I know!Uncle Yan Tong took the money, and if he got a treasure, he thanked him and said goodbye.
When the cicadas sing on the branches, the red lychees are hanging all over the branches, and when the red lychees are hanging on the branches, the rice is ripe. The joy of the harvest was written on everyone's face.
In the past few days, people have come to our house to return rice, or the bamboo tube, or those familiar faces, and the people who returned the rice have piled up each tube of rice, although the rice keeps sliding down, although the mother keeps saying, "Okay..."That's it!But those who return the rice must pile it high like the pyramids of Egypt, as if only in this way can they repay their mother's help to them in those days when they are in need.
I have forgotten when the five yuan borrowed by Uncle Yan Tong was repaid. However, my mother's fine qualities of being diligent and thrifty and her noble sentiments of loving and helping others are something I will never forget in my life!