Chapter 2 Chapter two

Sitting on a sheaf of wheat, she brushed her hair stuck to her sweat, untied the towel that wrapped the steamed buns, broke the steamed buns into pieces, and put them in an enamel jar.Then pour the boiling water in the thermos bottle into it.This is what she got up to go to the ground at dawn, and she brought it to the field by herself. The wheat field is too far away, and it takes a lot of work to go home for dinner.When she picked up the jar to eat, she realized that she forgot to bring a pair of chopsticks.She got up from the sheaf of wheat, walked to the floor, and broke off a branch from a clump of elms, peeled off the soft skin to reveal the white wood, and she had a pair of clean chopsticks.

This is his daughter-in-law, his lover, his wife, an out-and-out farmer.With a large enamel jar in her left hand, and the pair of chopsticks made of elm branches in her right hand, she sent the swollen steamed buns to her mouth, and rolled down her throat almost without chewing.She ate deliciously, gulping down water, with gurgling sounds coming from her throat; holding a raw garlic sprout between the fingers of her chopsticks, she ate the soaked steamed buns. He sat on another sheaf of wheat in front of her, smoking a cigarette and watching her eat.Her face was covered with ashes from the ears of wheat, her cheeks were covered with sweat, and her palms, backs of hands and wrists were already very dirty with black powder and ash.There is not a single drop of water on the slope beams, so if you want to maintain hygiene, you have to work hard, running to the bottom of the deep ditch to wash your hands and face.On her broad back, sweat drenched her clothes, and a large irregular circle oozed out.After she finished eating, sweat dripped down her face again, and she lifted up the hem of her skirt to wipe the sweat, revealing her two nipples, all of which seemed very natural and harmonious in the barren wheat field on the loess plateau, not surprising .If it was on a table in a high-end hotel in the city, this kind of gesture would be indecent... he thought.

"I didn't expect the wheat on this dry beam to grow so well!" She stood up, holding the sickle, and walked towards the wheat pendulum. Hairy wheat can't hold a knife!" He also carried a sickle and walked to the head of the wheat field.The wheat grows really well, the ears of wheat are golden and shiny, the stalks are thick, and the ears are long.Last autumn, when the land was divided, she turned over the half-acre sloping land with a shovel, and pressed more than 50 catties of nitrogen fertilizer when planting wheat.This is her credit, her achievement, from planting to harvesting, he never came to the field.He smiled a little guiltily: "It's your credit!"

"Sit down and rest." She stopped him from cutting the wheat, "I'll cut through this bunch of wheat with one scythe. You rest and pull back later." He smiled, squatted down in front of the rest of the wheat, and waved the sickle.He has not harvested wheat for many years, and he wanted to try his own harvesting skills, but his wife was so tired that he was sweating, but let him rest on the side, how could he do it!He followed her behind, cutting, and the sound of the scythe cutting the wheat stalks was so beautiful. When he was in middle school, when the wheat was harvested and the school was on holiday, he would harvest the wheat with the commune members. Although the technique is not unfamiliar, the sound of the scythe breaking the straw is unfamiliar.

As soon as he cut three or five steps, he felt sore in his waist, so he straightened up involuntarily and breathed a sigh of relief.In front of him, Shuqin bent her waist, gathered the straw with her left hand, and pulled the sickle in her right hand, the sound of crackling sounded rhythmically, and rows of wheat fell down in her chest, even in the Even if a tile is buckled on her back, it won't fall off. She has completely become a skilled farmer... When he graduated from high school, he went to a classmate's house by the Wei River to play.It was a small village on the beach of the Weihe River, inhabited by people from all corners of the country, a village of more than a hundred households, with origins from more than a dozen provinces.That classmate was originally from Shandong, and now he speaks an authentic Guanzhong language. However, in terms of living habits, the customs of various places in the north and south are still preserved.The classmate's parents entertained him with Shandong pancakes, and they were very warm, and the customers were especially kind to others.He could clearly see that among the eight members of the family, the only one who showed indifference to him was his classmate's younger sister, a beautiful girl who was studying in middle school, who didn't even say hello to him, and was as proud as a little princess.She doesn't talk very much, and occasionally when she speaks, she has a subconscious movement: wrinkling her nose.When he saw her wrinkle her nose for the first time, there was a flash in his heart, and he had a strong desire: I really like her.

After he was admitted to university, he learned from the letter from that classmate that she was admitted to the radio technical school the following year.He rode his bike to find her and saw her in the dormitory.She froze for a moment, finally recognized him, and wrinkled her nose again. "Are you coming...to find me?" "right." "What's the matter?" "Want to see you wrinkle your nose..." "You..." She blushed, took a step back, glanced at him warily, and turned her face away. "Give me a glass of water!" He didn't panic. In fact, he had already made up his mind and was fully prepared.

She hesitated for a moment, didn't pour any water, and asked, "If you don't have anything to do...I'm going to self-study!" "Of course there is!" he said. "Let's talk about it!" "I want to fall in love with you!" "nonsense……" "real!" "You go!" "give me a glass of water……" Her face was as red as a bright red apple, and even the roots of her ears were red. Finally she wondered, turned around and picked up the thermos bottle from the table, and poured water into a glass cup.He walked behind her, hugged her shoulders, and kissed her.She put down the thermos bottle and struggled, trying to break free from his embrace. He hugged her tightly and stared into her eyes. She didn't cry out, which encouraged him to hold her shoulders more vigorously... Finally, she She wrinkled her nose shyly at him, and leaned into his strong arms... everything was so simple and straightforward.

She went to a technical school for a year, but the school was disbanded, and the country was in serious economic difficulties. All citizens consciously shouldered the pressure of the country, and she would also go back to the Weihe River with her bag on her back.To show his sincerity, he offered an immediate marriage.They originally agreed that after their respective graduations, their jobs would be settled securely before they would get married.Now, he was about to graduate in one year, there was no need to wait, he was going to marry her.She came from the great plain beside the Wei River to his house in Pogen, Nanyuan.

If she had finished her studies at the radio school, she would at least be able to wear a clean white coat and work as a worker in a radio factory. Her skin would not become so rough, and she would not break a branch and use it as chopsticks to eat boiled blisters Steamed!She is one of the countless youths who sacrificed their careers to solve the country's difficulties, and now she has completely become a rural woman as rough and simple as the loess.Although her nose is still used to wrinkling, it's just a subconscious habit, and the princess-like prettiness is gone... "Zhao Peng, take a break!"

She stood up, and with both hands she was twisting a handful of straw, which is the rope that binds the wheat.Her tone was sincere, stubborn, and loving to him.He felt a little uncomfortable.Yes, she was younger than him, but still told him to rest.There was an obvious layer of meaning in her tone: she was a farmer and should and could do it all; he was... the one who should rest!She called him Zhao Peng, which was the name he hadn't changed since he yelled out the first sound when he "surprised her" against her. His mother". "I want to cut wheat with you... together!" He said with a smile, "We...are so rare to be together as a husband and wife!"

She wrinkled her nose and smiled temptingly: "What are you talking about?" "I want to cut wheat with you," he said. "Ah... say it again!" "I want to cut wheat with you." "Say it again……" "I want to hang out with you..." She threw down the wheat rope she was holding in her hand, ran over in three or five steps, hugged his neck, squeezed her face covered with powder and dust tightly against his face, and said in a trembling voice: " Zhao Peng, tell me what's on your mind, have you really not regretted it in the past twenty years? Don't you think I'm a farmer?" "It's useless to regret it!" He smiled happily, and still said in his usual long and humorous tone, "Who made me crazy to attack Pearl Harbor like the Japanese fascists?" They leaned against each other and sat in the hot stubble field.He grabbed her hand, looked at the palm, and then at the back of the hand. The fingers that used to be slender and soft, are now black and thick, with calluses on top of calluses, and a cut was cut on the index finger by a sickle , bleeding, has been silted up by the loess, not even a piece of bandaging cloth.He sighed and said, "Shuqin, you have really suffered!" "Rural women, who can not work?" She smiled lightly, as if she was not suffering, and said indifferently. "Okay, let's suffer this summer harvest again! It's over—" He put his arms around her shoulders, "You have suffered at home for twenty years, and now it's finally over. After harvesting the wheat, let's move immediately and go to the city .” "It doesn't matter whether I can enter the city or not! It's mainly a doll." Shuqin said, "I'm already forty years old. It doesn't matter if I can't enter the city until I die. You won't get divorced anyway. I'm happy that The dolls no longer push carts to carry burdens..." "No! I mainly think about you!" Zhao Peng said, "If you move to the city and find a job in the factory, we will be a family, which is much more convenient than in the countryside!" He was officially approved as an engineer at the beginning of the year.In March, the Provincial Personnel Bureau issued a document to solve the worries for the technical personnel who have obtained the title of engineer or equivalent engineer.At the right time, he completed the registration procedures without much trouble, and transferred the household registration and food relations of a family of three to the city.As soon as the summer harvest is over, the five acres of land and sloping land distributed to his family last autumn will be returned to the production team in full, and from then on the grain will be used to buy grain at the grain store. "Last Harvest!" He said to her, "One last harvest. We will be city dwellers from now on! So I said, I want to reap the wheat with you, and maybe we'll never carry a scythe again!" "The last... harvest..." She murmured, stood up, brushed her hair, walked to her wheat stand, and turned around, "Zhao Peng, repeat what you just said..." "I want to reap the wheat with you." He said loudly, waving his scythe, "This is the last harvest!"