However, in mountainous areas, seeds with that kind of shell must be planted, such as millet, millet, denuded millet, sorghum, wheat and so on. Rice doesn't need chaff; it needs transplanting. Rice is not grown in the northern mountainous areas of China, and wheat is rarely grown. Due to the climate, the yield of wheat planted is very low.
Since the rickshaw was planted in the field, my father was worried that I would shake the seeds unevenly and had to pull the mule pulling the rickshaw. According to the custom, people next to farm animals have to pull the mill, which is heavy, so it is quite difficult. Because I was young, I couldn't stand it for a while, so I didn't pull it to crush them, just next to the mule aisle.
When I got up early the next morning, I went out to flicker in the foggy mountain village in a daze, but I heard a creaking sound in the field, which was the sound of crushing. In the hazy morning fog, there is a faint figure flashing in my own field. Oh, that must be my father pulling and crushing the seeds planted yesterday.
In this way, it takes three people to plow the land. My father helped plow the field, I helped the mule, and my brother pulled the mill. My brother pulled for a long time, but he had a rest. He can't pull, and he's getting farther and farther away.
Since then, my brother seldom goes to work in the fields because he is busy with his work. Only my father and I came to sow seeds on the cart, and occasionally my brother ran before and after to help.
As I get older, I feel great about myself. My father came to help me, and my father was brave for a while. The bicycle slammed behind me, and the animals who pulled the bicycle walked smoothly, but after walking for a long time, they were all sweaty and their old clothes were wet.
When my father saw me like this, he stopped to have a rest, but I lay on the ground, closed my eyes and looked at the floating white clouds. I feel like I'm going to collapse and I don't want to turn over for a long time.