Croppers generally rarely sleep lazy. I remember when I was a child, it was still dark and in the middle of winter, and my father shouted in the yard: "It's bright, get up!" "At that time, children were playful during the day and could not get up in the morning. Hearing his father's shout, he muttered dissatisfaction while dozing off and getting dressed. There are always only three tasks waiting for us: cutting grass, collecting firewood, and picking dung.
When the ground is clean after autumn, there is nowhere to cut grass or collect firewood, and the only thing left is to pick up dung. Crops cannot be planted without dung, and there is a saying that "dung is the lifeblood of croppers", which is not false at all. Usually whether the croppers are rushing to the market, visiting relatives, or going up and down the ground, they always have a dung basket on their shoulders and a dung hoe in their hands. Seeing that the family can't get by, whether the life is good or not, his family's dung heap is one of the important indicators. Not only do you have to pick up the dung on the road that goes down to the ground, but the dung of your own pigs and sheep can't be cheapened by others at all. When the door is opened early in the morning, the pigs and sheep run out, and the owner has to follow closely with the dung basket on his back. Because pigs and sheep generally like to excrete in the morning, they pull the manure and pick it up. There is also an unwritten rule in the village: if you drive the animals on the road and do not carry a dung basket, then there is nowhere to put the dung pulled by the animals, as long as the dung is put together and a circle is drawn, it means that the dung has an owner, and no one else can touch it again. Wait for the master to come back from his errands, and then pick up the dung.
When I was in elementary school, the fashionable education was combined with the workers, peasants and soldiers, and the teacher required us to carry dung baskets on the way to and from school. Place the basket at the back of the classroom or outside the classroom door during class. The collected dung must be handed in, and the class will be evaluated, and the teacher who is the first will praise it, and the teacher who is behind will be criticized. At that time, there was a *** quotation, and we memorized it well: "If we compare the intellectuals who have not been reformed with the workers and peasants, we feel that the intellectuals are not clean, and the cleanest ones are still the workers and peasants, although their hands are black and their feet have cow, they are still cleaner than the bourgeois and petty-bourgeois intellectuals." "Picking dung was originally a very ordinary job, but it was given such a major political meaning and became an important criterion for testing whether a person is a proletarian ideology or a bourgeois ideology. The famous poet Zang Kejia once wrote such a poem during the Cultural Revolution, which was dedicated to writing about feces: "I have covered my nose when I smell the smell, and I want to turn my intestines when I see feces." The old hands are white, and it is difficult to hide the internal sacs. Shoulder-to-shoulder feces and urine, not afraid of splashing clothes. Trickle irrigation vegetable garden, see it as elixir. It is obviously a smelly dung, but under the poet's pen, it has become a wonderful "elixir", and this ideological consciousness is high to the sky.
Our ideological consciousness is not so high. Since the teacher asked for it, and some parents forced it, the work of picking up dung has to be done, and it has to be done if it is not done. Every morning, go out with a dung basket on your back and walk along the avenue, whether it is chicken manure, pig manure, or mule and horse manure, all of them are picked up in the basket. Actually, to be honest, men, women and children all pick up dung, ** there is so much dung to pick? Even if there is dung, it is not picked up by the owner of the animal, but by others. Therefore, picking up manure is actually a matter of great luck, and it is rarely encountered. When you really encounter a puddle of steaming dung, it's closer than seeing your loved ones. In order to pick up dung, I sometimes rode my bicycle to the highway a few miles away to pick it up, and at the farthest point, I rode more than ten miles in one go. However, the dung basket was still not full. In order not to be criticized by adults, sometimes it is inevitable to engage in small actions, such as petty theft, etc., taking advantage of no one's attention, to go to the collective dung heap and pull the formed dung eggs into their own dung baskets, and then go home to hand over the errands.
With the advancement of science and technology, crops use chemical fertilizers more and more, and the status of manure is gradually marginalized. It's not that the manure is bad, it's that people don't want and don't bother to pick it up. In this way, it is easy to save trouble, but the quality of the grain produced in the field is getting worse and worse. Now, people are calling for green food and advocating the use of organic powder; However, this raises another problem: now that everyone has to live a high quality of life, who will pick up the stinking dung?