I can't remember what year it began, but every year as soon as the wheat was fell, the loudspeakers in the village began to broadcast, and each household prepared according to the quantity on the grain collection notice, and the tractors with buckets were loaded and pulled away from day to night, for several days in a row. Take a power line from the high-voltage line, connect a large light of several hundred watts, and the lights are bright at night. After eating, the old man took a bowl of noodles poured with garlic juice, and ate them with green onions, sucking and sucking not far from the grain truck, and staring at the recipient of the grain inspection while eating. The children shuttled through the agricultural workshop where the grain was delivered, chasing and frolicking, drilling from this gap to that gap, playing until eleven or twelve o'clock and not wanting to go home, and only when their parents were chasing them all over the road with sticks, they spread their legs and went home, followed by the scolding of adults.
The iron rod that inspected the grain was plunged into the snakeskin bag containing the wheat, and it was pulled out, and a tube full of grain was brought out, and the person who accepted it poured the wheat from the iron pipe into the palm of his hand, twisted one or two grains and put them in his mouth to chew them, and tested whether the grain he pulled was qualified by feeling. If it is damp, it is not clean and there is too much bran, and it will be rejected if it is not enough catty, and it will be pulled back to dry again, and it will be pulled over again when it is clean enough for a catty. After the grain passes the weighbridge, it is necessary to carry bags and bags to the car, pour it into the body, fill a car and pull it away, and the empty car behind it will drive over immediately, continue to inspect, continue to load, and will not be finished until it is all handed over.
My family of 6 people, 12 acres of land, each time almost have to pay ** bags of wheat, that year of drought, after the wheat harvest in the wheat field dust wheat bran, a total of less than 9 bags of wheat after bagging, one of which is wheat bottom (more soil). When I went to pay the public grain, the third uncle followed, saying to load the bag of wheat bottoms, press it in the middle, and confuse the past, my husband and my second daughter followed the car, the second daughter sat in the car, the third uncle pulled, to the acceptance of the car, the husband handed a cigarette to the acceptance, the two of them chatted, I and the third uncle lifted the weighbridge, after the acceptance of the acceptance of the iron rod came over, my palms were sweaty, my heart was fluttering to jump out, the second daughter stood on one side of the wheat bag to play with the wheat pocket, the grain inspector stood on the other side, plopped into it, pulled it out and looked at it, followed by a plop, My heart was about to jump to my throat, and then the second daughter spoke, "What are you doing with our bags", the person who accepted the acceptance looked at her daughter with a look on her face and smiled, "Okay, okay, don't tie it." My third uncle and I hurriedly lifted the bags off the weighbridge, because the tractors did not have a body, and they were loaded into the car even if the bags were loaded into the car, and they did not have to be scattered. On that occasion, 6 bags were handed over, and the insufficient amount was recorded in the number of public rations handed over in the next year.
That year, I felt that life was very slow, and I had to plan how to eat it every day, cornmeal buns, sweet potato grits mixed with a little white flour, and the steamed buns were black and black, and the children began to eat and felt delicious, a little sweet and silky. After a few months, it was all this kind of steamed bun, and the children had eaten enough, so they went to the third uncle's house, and took two white flour buns from the steamed basket while the mother-in-law was not paying attention and brought them back, and when they ate them, they found that they were all moldy. The third brother and daughter-in-law work fast, but they don't like to clean up, all the food at home points to her mother-in-law to cook for her, the steamed bun basket is damp and moldy and fills the steamed buns inside, that year passed tightly, the children did not have any major problems, and they survived a winter and summer peacefully.