The heavy labor needs to be filled with water, plowing the ground, and transplanting the rice. The light labor needs to be spread out and dried. It is divided into manual threshing machines and threshing machines. When the wind blows, spread the wheat in the wind to spread the excess wheat dust, leave the clean part in the middle and put it into bags, and find a place to dry it separately.

Whether it is adults or children, it is destined to work hard this June.

Every morning, amid the cuckoos, people get up early and go to the fields to be busy. When the smoke rises, it is when the elderly at home deliver food to the hard-working young people. It seems that children can't be found at the beginning and end of the village. All those who can work will be taken to work. Those who cannot work must stay at home to do something within their ability.

The poor children have long been in the family, and no one has ever thought of being lazy, and being sensible makes people feel distressed.

After these days of training, Zhuo Lin has been able to use vines to set up a pot and move it to the stove next to it, and then start the pot to stir-fry or boil water again.

The scene of a four-year-old child standing on a stool cooking for his family made Wang, who was rushing home, crying like rain after seeing it. He hugged Zhuo Lin and cried. While Zhuo Lin felt that the pressure was increasing, he felt that he was praised by the adults and brothers at home, and the corners of his lips were flying.

Zhuo Lin didn't dare to cook too complicated food, so she made some foods that her mother often cooked. Fortunately, she lacked oil and salt in this era. Is there any seasoning to add? It's called stir-frying, but in fact it's just boiling dishes. She never put too much salt, and would rather be lighter, because salt is very precious, just eat a little bit and have a taste.

The soup and soup at home are mainly sweet potatoes and potatoes. Most of Zhuo Lin steams and cooks them with wild vegetables to make them into a paste.

The quality of such a meal is certainly not high, but in this way, you can save labor. You can have a hot meal when you go home and drink it in a cool way, so you can enjoy the happiness!

Of course, there are exceptions. Sometimes I feel very tired, so my father also goes to the river to catch some fish and add nutrition to everyone.

At this time, as long as the fish are completely killed, there is no seasoning. The taste of boiling just like this can make the whole family feel endless aftertaste.

It's a bitter but happy era.

Zhuo Lin wakes up every morning and stands in front of the foggy old house. She looks at the threshing ground, the sound of running water near the water truck and the busy figures of people. There is also the "cuckoo" sound that can only be heard in the countryside. The older generation calls it a crow, but she doesn't know what kind of bird it is. She always thinks it is the sound of a cuckoo (actually), but this sound is accompanied by the curling smoke from the mountain village, so peaceful and peaceful.

If combined with the sound of other birds and cicadas, the green will appear where you see it. The mountains in the distance, the slopes nearby, the trees and bamboos around you, no matter how you look at it, they are all beautiful places with profound artistic conception.

On summer nights, when it is so hot that it is not enough to sleep, everyone will take a palm fan and go to a place with trees and wind at the village to enjoy the cool and chat. The children either hide cats or tigers or catch cicadas (but when they catch cicadas, it is almost the end of June and early July). They basically have to go home to sleep until eight or nine o'clock. This is the only fun for wild children in the countryside.
Chapter completed!