During this gap, if it rains continuously, people will be worried to death. Under the impact of wind and rain, top-heavy wheat is either scattered all over the floor, or buds grow directly on the ears of wheat, and there will be "bud noodles" to eat next year!
It is on such a rainy day that mother puts on a straw hat and shoulders it? Head shovel, indicating land reclamation.
What is the purpose of reclamation? My second sister and I asked in unison.
Grow vegetables! Mom said she was out. I heard a string of footsteps in the mud, step by step.
My family used to have a vegetable garden, not far from home, on the sunny slope of the roadside. Mother doesn't grow other vegetables, only Chinese cabbage and cabbage. Every year in late autumn, pickle an altar of sauerkraut, and the extra vegetables and leaves should be strung together and hung under the eaves as dried vegetables. In that era of lack of materials and food, two pots of vegetables and dried vegetables side by side filled many days when food was not enough.
But such a vegetable garden will one day become someone else's manor.
Mother's land reclamation this time is in the northeast corner of the village. She can see it when she leaves the gate and looks east. According to reason, this place is not a treasure trove of geomantic omen, because it used to be an earthen kiln. Although it was abandoned a long time ago, the surrounding soil was destroyed. Weeds there are sparse, yellow and malnourished. Occasionally, one or two seabuckthorn trees didn't grow tall. Grow up and die, and eventually become firewood.
Mother secretly loves it, which is undoubtedly its unique geographical location, easy to manage and take care of. Many people in the village don't have vegetable gardens, so I heard the word "stealing vegetables" in the village when I was a child. I am curious that modern people play "stealing vegetables" with their mobile phones. I wonder how they all stole it. Do you want to climb over the wall, cross the thorns, or sneak in with a cat around your waist?
With rain and soft soil, my mother spent three days cultivating a vegetable garden under drizzle. After reclamation, my father cut down bundles of thorns in the forest, dug holes and planted them side by side around the vegetable garden as a fence.
When the vegetable garden left, there were many blood bubbles in the palm of my mother's hand, and blood stains on my father's face and hands were scratched by thorns.
My mother mobilized my sister and me to carry sheep manure for the reclaimed vegetable garden. Sheep are raised by Da Die, and sheep dung naturally belongs to him. In his view, fertilization in other places except grain fields is a waste of fertilizer. With great effort, Da Die finally let go, but the quantity was limited, so he couldn't bear it any more.
My mother carried it in a cage, and my sister and I each carried two cow cages to follow my mother and delivered manure to the vegetable garden once.
Mom said, you can't just count on a few loads of sheep dung, you should take action and go to the wild depression to collect dung.
Every day after school, my sister and I put down our schoolbags and go to collect manure.
Many things happen. With the fucking leadership and the efforts of the whole family, the soil in the vegetable garden is more fertile year by year, and the vegetables grown are better and better. I remember one year, my father invited a carpenter from Zhejiang to make a set of furniture for his family, which attracted many people to watch. While admiring the craftsmanship of Zhejiang carpenters, they did not forget to praise the food cooked by their elder sister.
At that time, my sister often cooked Lamian Noodles with spinach, which was planted by my mother, because my sister often went to the forest farm to play and met some staff from other places, and the best one was Lamian Noodles. Before this, the villagers rolled up the noodles on the chopping board, cut them into long locks two fingers wide, and then pulled them into a boiling pot. But the new trick learned by Elder Sister is to knead the dough twice without rolling it, coat it with clear oil, seal it for more than half an hour, just roll it gently when pulling it, and then pull it. ...
Sprinkle the green spinach grown in your garden before the noodles come out of the pot. Before the rice is cooked, the fragrance has already floated out, which leads the villagers to say that the fragrance floating out of the kitchen of a good time is fragrant.
Master Zhejiang has been playing furniture in the village for more than two months. When he left, he said that he didn't have enough spinach noodles.
Tai Su Village is located in the hinterland of Liupan Mountain. Due to the climate of Liupan Mountain, many vegetables cannot be planted. Pepper, eggplant, tomato and cucumber are all rare varieties. Most Chinese cabbage, cabbage, onion, garlic sprout, kidney bean, cucumber, pumpkin and coriander are planted by mother. Other people also grow these vegetables, but they are not as good as their mothers, especially onions. Others dig out after autumn, and most walnuts are big. Some people really say that buttons are big.
Many years later, I followed the local writers' association and went to a place called Longquan Village to collect wind. When I first entered the village, I saw someone watering the vegetable garden. I don't know if he is following his grandson or son. He picked two empty wine bottles and staggered back and forth to carry water. There is a white plastic bucket on the vegetable field not far away.
This scene reminds me of myself when I was a child. One year, when the weather was dry, my mother settled my second sister and me and made sure to take good care of the seedlings in the garden. In this way, my second sister and I carried water in the river, put it in bottles and threw it into the vegetable garden not far away. After that autumn, there was a bumper harvest of cabbage at home. When my mother was cutting vegetables and pickles, she praised me and my second sister to the aunts who helped, saying that it was the credit of two dolls that made us happy.
The local climate is humid and the frost comes early, so it is impossible to grow corn. Before the corn matures, the leaves have faded and turned yellow, and it has entered the shrinking period early. Therefore, eating corn on the cob was a luxury for me as a child. If I eat boiled corn cob in summer, it will be a year later. Seeing some children eating corn sent by relatives, I seem to have a lot of hands in my mouth and fight with the one who can't eat corn.
At the request of my second sister and me, my mother tried to plant a lump of corn as big as a kang in the vegetable garden. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, summer is coming, wait, wait, wait.
It is hopeless to eat mature corn before it grows up. My second sister and I sneaked into the corn bush, cut off the corn with a knife, chewed the kernels piece by piece, and spit the residue all over the garden. Waiting for us, of course, is the punishment of the mother.
I know, mom hit us, and we didn't meet expectations. Because there is a distant aunt forty miles away from my home, and her family can grow corn. On the day my mother hit us, she just came back from my aunt's house and asked for corn. The corn didn't arrive and was looked down upon by my aunt.
My mother asked for corn, but my aunt refused to give it on the grounds that it was not ripe. But my mother clearly saw the chewed corncob thrown in my aunt's yard. ...
After my mother beat my second sister and me for more than ten years, our family moved to the Yellow River Irrigation District. The courtyard and the vegetable garden are connected together, with half an acre for the courtyard and one acre for the vegetable garden. Plant whatever you want, plant whatever you want, and become whatever you want.
My mother not only grows vegetables, but also grows corn. She eats too much sticky corn and fruit corn. On the edge of the vegetable garden, my mother planted fruit trees, peach trees, pear trees, apple trees and plum trees. Unfortunately, the cherry tree died and my mother was very sad.
Every year when corn and fruit are ripe, my mother will call us back in advance to eat. If we can't go back, she will try her best to bring them to us.
I have advised my mother many times to plant less sticky corn and fruit corn, and to sell more pocket money. But every spring, my mother will still plant more than she can eat.
In the autumn of 20 19, my mother was picked up by me in my town. I promised to go back after a turn, but the weather turned cold gradually, so I stayed. Come back after the new year.
However, fortunately, my mother is still with me now, and I can't go anywhere because of the epidemic.
My mother can't go back, and I don't care about anything else. She always remembers an acre of vegetable garden and often says, it's February 2 nd and it's time to sow.
Written on February 2, 20201.