My wife’s uncle’s family cultivates more than 30 acres of land. Due to illness, my aunt cannot do heavy work, so farming has become a top priority. The old uncle was reluctant to give his land to other families for planting, so he naturally thought of his niece, my wife. Last year, he asked my wife to plant five acres of land, saying that it would help him share some of his worries. Seeing that her uncle was old and gray-haired, the wife was afraid of tiring the old man, so she agreed to him. So my wife, who had always been so busy with her family's shop, had to take on an extra job. To be honest, I have nothing to say about work. I don’t know day or night when I am busy, but I am not interested in working in the fields. In my wife’s words, I am lazy at home and hard at school, but not tired at work in the government. .
Fortunately, when planting autumn crops, my wife fully developed democracy and planted five acres of corn according to my wishes. Nowadays, deep plowing and sowing are very simple. They are all mechanized operations. You use a rotary cultivator to rotate and a seeder to plant seeds. As long as you watch from the side and pay the machine owner when it is finished. But the difficulty lies in serving the crops, which requires ninety-nine and eighty-one hurdles!
Since planting the five acres of land, my wife has been like the earth revolving around the sun, revolving around her shop and her five acres of land at a high speed. However, as she had more work, her nagging also increased, and she kept nagging endlessly all day long: there were too many corn plants missing, some seedlings were yellow, and it was time to use weeding and sealing medicine... My ears They are all scratched out. When she saw that I had some free time, she forced me to work in the fields with her. There was no other way. Who told me to feel distressed when she saw her! So I followed him with a smile on my face, and we were paired up to help the poor.
To be honest, I have land in my hometown. For many years, I have given it to others to take care of it for free. I have not done this farm work for many years. To be honest, I have a strong resistance to farm work. Firstly, farm work is too dirty. No matter if you are a burly man like Li Kui or a humble boy like Pan An, after a while, you will be left unkempt and miserable. Moreover, the dust even gets into your nose without scruples, causing you to sneeze from time to time, which is particularly uncomfortable. In addition, it doesn't care what high-end clothes you are wearing, it will cover you in a short time. Thick layer of dust - haha, fortunately we don’t have any high-end clothes, so I don’t feel bad. The second is that it is extremely tiring and painful. Sometimes you are so tired that you don’t know what to do from east to west. I really hate being reincarnated as a human in this life. Especially in summer, you are forced to enjoy the super treatment of "hoeing the fields at noon, sweat dripping from the soil". In fact, , that kind of feeling is like experiencing hellish torture, unspeakably painful. But we are human beings, no matter how hard or tired we are, we have to persevere!
As soon as the corn is planted, it is necessary to apply closed-type herbicides, but even so, it is difficult to block the powerful offensive of weeds. In the hope, the crop seedlings are shaking their heads and crawling out of the ground. What is annoying is that the grass sticks its head out without being outdone. When you look into the ground, it will scare you half to death. It is densely packed with grass. There are clusters here, there are clusters there, they are still complacent and enthusiastic under the sweltering heat, with an expression of what you can do to me! Would you say it's irritating or not? At this time, it is time for the master to get busy.
Whenever I have some free time, I have to accompany my wife to the fields to pull weeds. Fortunately, my wife is very considerate of me and brings a lot of mineral water every time for fear of making me thirsty. I was overwhelmed with gratitude for my wife's love and I secretly made up my mind to live up to her high expectations. As soon as I got to the field, I started working non-stop.
When weeding, it is very hot no matter in the morning or in the afternoon; even in the morning it is not necessarily any better. The big red sun hangs high in the pale sky, competing with people, desperately directing excess heat to the earth, as if it wants to evaporate all the water in the human body. As soon as I started working, I was sweating profusely, my eyes were covered with sweat, and my whole body felt like I had been washed in water. There are many small streams flowing slowly on the face and body, and the person is like a fish in the stream. As soon as he moved, his thin clothes were tightly wrapped around his body, making him feel extremely uncomfortable. Especially when the corn grows to the depth of a person's hand, weeding is the most tormenting.
The large corn field is like a big steamer. As soon as you enter, sweat will pour out, and the head and face are covered to greet you. The short and sharp hairs on the corn leaves will rush to pierce the exposed skin generously and selflessly. On the skin, countless red spots will soon appear on the skin. After being pickled by sweat, it will itch as much as you want. After working for a long time, I feel a little dizzy, my eyes are a little black, my legs are sore and numb, and my whole body has a tendency to fall apart, and I feel like I have endured it to the end of my life. So I went to the edge of the field, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, and drank it for a while. Then I felt a lot more comfortable. Then I sat under the shade of the tree, greedily inhaling the coolness.
I asked my wife to rest for a while before working again, but she refused to listen and never left her job. I was so moved by her hard-working and tenacious spirit that I felt too embarrassed to rest. Think about it, a grown man like us can’t stand up to a prostitute, it’s somewhat beneath the dignity of a manly man. Besides, we have good teeth, delicious food, and great health. Even though we are a little bit tired and tired, we still have to show our strength. Not afraid of suffering and not afraid of death, I rushed to the forefront of the battle without hesitation and started a hand-to-hand fight with Cao. Under the threat of the sun, accompanied by mineral water, and inspired by my wife's spirit, we fought hard for four or five days with my wife and the grass in the five acres of land, and finally we ended with a complete victory.
For this grass, we fought three major battles of varying intensity in one summer, which made us exhausted.
The grass was finally conquered, but the battle was far from over. Corn seedlings can become infected with insects. My wife heard from experienced farmers that it takes three or four rounds of pesticides to ensure a good harvest. Therefore, this matter of applying medicine has become a worry for my wife and me. My wife keeps nagging me that there are insect holes in the leaves of the crops and I need to spray them with pesticides. I solemnly suggested that we ask the village’s professional sprayer to help, but she was worried about the tens of yuan of spraying money, so she negotiated with me in a gentle manner and asked me to take time to spray the spray. She also encouraged me with a smile: "You are so fat that your stomach is bulging." Now, let’s just lose weight and exercise!” I couldn’t bear her kindness and categorically refused such an arrangement. When my wife saw that she couldn't move my hard-hearted heart, she sighed and said, "It's so hard! Marrying to an unkind woman! Forget it, it's better to ask for help than to ask for yourself. I'll take this medicine myself!" Do you think this medicine can be used? What are you calling your wife for? Otherwise, I would feel bad if someone followed us and made her suffer this humiliation. Therefore, this great, glorious and arduous task was naturally borne by me in the end.
In any case, I can be considered a weak scholar, and I am not the strong young man I was back then. The big medicine bucket can hold fifty or sixty kilograms of water. It is slung on the shoulders with two straps. I didn't feel it at first, but as time went by, it became more and more heavy, like carrying a Five Elements Mountain on my back, which weighed down my shoulders. Pain, difficulty breathing, difficulty walking. The weather was hot, and sweat kept flowing. The sweat often blinded my eyes, so I kept wiping my face with the sleeves of my coat and continued to work. Spraying pesticides is unlike other tasks. You have to carry a bucket of pesticides and walk slowly, so that you can spray evenly and achieve the best insecticidal effect. Facing five acres of land, I have to apply five barrels of medicine. Calculated cumulatively, I have more than 300 kilograms of weight on my body in one afternoon, and I have to walk seven or eight miles!
After I finished injecting the medicine and unloaded the medicine cartridge, I sat down on the ground and said, "Honey, bring me the food and wine for tonight to this field!"
My wife smiled and said, "What a beautiful idea! You don't have this blessing!"
I said, "I'm so exhausted! I have never done such heavy work in my life! If a person's life is clean, This kind of work is worse than a pig!”
My wife said dissatisfiedly: “This is compared to the workers in the factory who work day and night to support their families on piece-rate wages, and compared to being grilled in the hot sun on scaffolding. Compared to other construction workers, there's a huge difference! You've simply fallen into a trap! I think you work even harder than this! I've never seen you complain.
I remember Churchill said: "I have nothing to offer but tears and blood and sweat." No pain, no gain. It requires you to use your life's energy and hard work to manage it carefully. If you treat it perfunctorily and carelessly, it will reward you with falsehood and carelessness; if you treat it sincerely and pay without regrets, it will reward you with kindness. It must be a fruitful harvest.
I will always be grateful to my wife and her uncle, from the bottom of my heart. Ai Qing's exciting poems echoed in my mind: "Why do I always have tears in my eyes? It's because I love this land deeply!"