At seven o'clock in the morning, "Lao Lai" and I went to the mountains as usual. I was cutting cow grass on the ridge of a rice paddy field in my house, and "Lao Lai" was chopping firewood in a forest not far away that was half bamboo and half miscellaneous trees.
On the field of my house, I cut it once more than 20 days ago, and now it grows tender grass, and some dew, cutting grass is particularly easy to use, the sickle is attached to the ground, swish, the hand knife falls, a large handful of grass is cut out by me, tied and put behind me, soon there are more than 20 handfuls, and soon you can take a load. I can only pick about 30 picks, one end.
Ten. Five or six handfuls, which is enough for my black-haired and yellow-haired scalper to eat for a day.
I think my cows enjoy eating this tender grass, and it's very sweet. At that time, I didn't know that "old cows eat young grass" was a bit yellow, which was a derogatory term, but I only knew that feeding the green grass was the happiest thing for me.
Not far away, "Lao Lai", every time he saw a good piece of wood in the bamboo forest, he always told me happily. The wood that the woodcutter likes has a good hardness, and the hardness is good and burns vigorously, whether it is used to roast fire, burn charcoal or cook rice, it is excellent. The hardness is not good, the texture is very soft wood, it is always disliked, although it is effortless to cut it, a light knife, it will be cut in two, and the texture is hard, you always have to cut several knives, the sound of the sickle cutting down is also very beautiful, crisp and loud, just like playing a tune.
Whenever he finds a piece of wood with good texture, he will always hold it up for me to see from afar, and he is always happy to tell me the size of a few fingers, or as big as an arm, or as big as a knife handle, so as to show his harvest and share his happiness with me.
I also used to share with him how tender the grass I saw and cut, and how much tender grass there was here or there. If you can't finish cutting it today, you will continue to cut it tomorrow, so don't tell others, or someone else will always be the first to cut it the next day.
There are often unexpected harvests in the labor of mowing cattle grass. After a few sickles went down, the grass was cut away, and there were often rows of big and red loquat on the field. Rummaging for loquat was the joy of our childhood. Ripe ground loquat, juicy, fragrant and sweet.
When you open the oval green leaves that are blocked, you can see that there is a pile, a pile there, let you pick it out, put it clean directly in your mouth and eat it, that delicious is like Zhu Bajie eating ginseng fruit.
If it is stained with dew or rain, attach some soil, wipe it with the corner of your clothes, then raise your head, put one in your mouth with your hand, slowly hold it, occasionally bite a little skin with your teeth, let the sweat flow into your mouth little by little, close your eyes and enjoy the sweet taste of this fruit left in your mouth, reluctant to eat it in one bite, especially when you see that there are not many loquats, you will cherish each one. I often have to take it back and share the sweetness and joy of this harvest with my parents and siblings.
If you pick a lot, you will find a large sycamore leaf and wrap the loquat;Or pull an older evergreen grass, tear off the excess leaves, leave the hard stalk in the middle, and string the loquat strings together to form a string after string. When I go home, I hang it on the cow grass or on the firewood, and the strings are big and red, which is very dazzling, and it is deliberately hung in a more conspicuous place to show off to passers-by. This often makes people who see it often get a lot of praise in addition to envy. That feeling, for us children, felt that it was the most capable and happiest moment in the world.
Take it home, pour it into a basin, pour it with water, wash it well, and then share it with your parents and siblings to taste, or enjoy it together, and watching your family eat the food you have found is very rewarding.
The ridges of my family's hilly rice fields bear loquat patches at this time of year every year. Sure enough, after I cut the grass, a large area of red loquat was exposed. In fact, I smelled the scent of loquat when I was cutting the ground. I resisted the excitement in my heart, and wanted to wait for me to finish cutting, and then ask the "old lai" to pick the loquat from this field. I saw so many mature loquat as I cut it, and I thought that the "old man" would be shocked and surprised when he saw it, and he would scream with joy.
Lai, Luo!Rowe!Shuangjura!(Hmong: Lai, come!)Come on!Hurry up!）
I counted the handfuls of grass I had cut and tied, and good fellow, I already had thirty-eight handfuls of grass, which should have been bigger than usual, and my cattle had eaten enough in a day. Although there is still half of the field still to be cut, I decided to come back the next day. It doesn't matter, it's my own field, I cut more than half of it, and others won't cut a load again, I can rest assured. So, now I'm ready to come over and enjoy these delicious loquats together.
Yong, how many lakes are there?Can you do it all the time?Full of punches can just crooked Luo crossbow wheat!(Miao: Yong, what's wrong?)Is there a snake?There's a snake for me to catch and sell!）
Lai: "I thought I saw a snake." Cutting cow grass in the morning and seeing snakes is commonplace. I don't dare to catch snakes, I once caught them with "Lao Lai", the snakes are slippery, cold and cold, and they spit snake letters, which are very scary and terrifying. And that time I was scolded by my mother, my mother didn't let me catch snakes, for fear that I couldn't tell which ones were poisonous snakes, and if I was bitten by a poisonous snake, it would be dangerous. Later, I didn't dare to catch snakes.
And "Lao Lai" is bolder than me in this regard, and catching snakes is his forte. I often catch yesterday's snake and sell it, I don't forget to buy two sugar popsicles or three or five flower cakes for me. A snake can sometimes be sold for two or three dollars, and a large one can sometimes be sold for five dollars. At that time, a few dollars was a lot of money, and it often made me and my friends envious. But my mother said that it was a very dangerous thing. My mother often persuaded the "old lai" not to catch snakes indiscriminately, some poisonous snakes are very venomous. "Lao Lai" told his mother that he could tell whether it was a poisonous snake or not.
A few you sell to fight can, Shuangluo, sell full of Rudang, Luo Jiunian!(Miao: It's not a snake, come quickly, you'll know when you come!)I deliberately sold off the door and didn't tell him what it was.
Well, Crookedura!Just Jie Adu knife can, I am a knife greedy to summon a certain sac Rui oil over the Ka, Ajiu point you send the dog long!(Hmong: Okay, I'll come!)When I'm done bundling, I'll pick it up and put it next to your cow grass, and we'll both go home together!）
After a while, "Lao Lai" picked up a load of firewood and came to the edge of my family's rice field, put the load of firewood next to the cow grass I stacked, and walked along the field with a sickle in his hand. In the mountains, you will take a sickle when you go to **, which is the habitual behavior Xi peasant family. The sickle is what they beg for food, we have learned from adults since we were children Xi this labor Xi habits, but whenever we enter the mountain, we will pick up a sickle.
Kuma is better than eight buckets of melons!Brave, Dumb summons Lacan, estimated to sleep more than eight buckets?(Hmong: Smell the smell of loquat!.)Yong, on this hill field, there should be a lot of loquat ripe!）
So-and-so come to Ru Eight Meow!You bag, Azhao Rabi Badou, give it some!It's hard to be a certain Luo, and the sand dog flow is better than eight buckets!(Hmong: Your nose is really smart!)Yes, this field is all loquats, you see Luo!I called you to come, and I picked loquat together!）
Wow!Chaos in Sharo, Aloraiya Qingru!(Hmong: Wow!)It's a lot, it's big and red!"Lai" couldn't help but exclaim.
Shh
"Lao Lai" understood what I meant and walked over. The two of us quietly squatted down, pretending to mow the grass, and then quickly picked up the loquats.
The more I picked, the more I picked it. So, the two of us took off our clothes, tore off Geji's Teng Man, and tightened the sleeves of our jackets into four large pockets. Then, we put the loquat we had picked into the sleeves of our coats, one by one.
After a while, the four sleeves were full, and there were many more on the field.
Dou Banbei comes to the dog bag, right can bag!(Miao: The rest, the two of us will eat it now, let's eat it here!)）
Thou, I am flowing and sacking!Bag calls to the long!(Miao: Okay, let's pick and eat at the same time, and then go home when we are full!)）
So, after we picked a handful, we ate them one by one, and the sweet taste filled our whole bodies, our sweetness, we are really the luckiest two children in the world, a pair of brothers!
Yong, give a certain grandmother a knife to the people's milk, the first dog Dongsha is very good for both sides, and the first call is two. (Miao language: Yong, look at the people who read every day, the work is quite neat, what kind of work is like!)）
Stunned, Beiniang's grandmother is at the beginning of the bag and the needle. It's been a long time since I've been asleep!(Miao language: When I was a child, I followed my mother every day, my mother taught me to do, and forced me to do it every day, and if I did more!)）
Sha you sac, the northern countryside sac generation, call to sleep in the early winter, sleep all kinds of Qiru!(Miao: Yes, our rural children must be able to do kung fu and everything!)）
Yong, Grandma Luo is also a milk eight male than eight zha?"*Miao: Yong, when you grow up, do you like to marry a Miao or Han speaker?）
Ah Rou can, how many shops in the lake are you?Just crooked plate: Milk Baxiong Karu, Beiniang sleeps a few times. Milk Baza, Beiniang Dong a few meters, how early is the farmer?Some-and-so?(Hmong: How can you make it clear now?)According to my thoughts: it is better to marry a Miao speaker, but my mother does not speak Chinese. What should I do if I marry a Chinese speaker and can't understand it?What about you?）
"We talked while eating, and laughed again from time to time, highlighting the laughter of the "old lai", and a handful of snot came out of my nose, making me laugh so much that I couldn't laugh anymore.
Enough to eat and laugh enough!We were ready to go home. However, at this time, the sky was overcast, and it was about to rain heavily!
Yong, the meat is long from the north, and it has been recruiting farmers for a long time!From the north, there are eight farmers with eight meats and eight farmers, and when the eight farmers are against Changru(Miao: Yong, now that the two of me go home, we will be drenched in heavy rain!)The two of us simply went to the empty hanging stone cliff behind the field to take shelter from the rain, and then went home when the rain stopped）
Thou!A few pairs of wood, Nongli Duanluo!(Hmong: Okay!)Hurry up, it's raining here!）
Wow - when we just ran to the hanging stone cliff behind the field, the heavy rain was coming, almost from a short distance to brush the ground and chase after the two of us, fortunately we had already ducked in, sitting in the stone cliff to enjoy the heavy rain!
There are so many blessings from nature, and happiness is sometimes as simple as that.