I was born in the Xinjiang Corps, and my family was in a grassroots company when I was a child.
(At the end of 1986, in the winter of thousands of miles of ice, my father and mother, with the approval of the leaders of the regiment headquarters and the division headquarters, ended their careers as soldiers in the Northwest Frontier Corps for more than 20 years, returned to their hometown in Henan, and went to work in Pingdingshan City.) My brother and I went with him. ）
In 1985, my parents were hopeful enough to contract the farmland in the company, and there was no free time.
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On Sundays in early May, May Day and May Fourth Youth Day, I was planting melon seedlings in the farmland contracted by my parents, controlling the number of seedlings, and keeping a certain distance between the seedlings. In more than 100 acres of cultivated land, only my father, my mother and I still have my younger brother. Mom's eyes were full of blankness and helplessness, and she often sighed endlessly and sighed to blame her father's lack of talent, and the family suffered and suffered...... Whenever this happens, Dad is silent and calm, as if he didn't hear Mom's accusations and complaints. I know the reason is that Dad can't think of anything to do, and Dad knows that he is wrong. Just like going to school, as long as students want to get a full score in the exam, but there are always those who are not satisfied.
On a Sunday in early June, I helped the seedlings to one side in the farmland contracted by my parents so that the seedlings grew in one direction. As long as Sundays or holidays, many of the students in the company are busy doing farm work in the farmland contracted by their parents. After the implementation of the policy of contracted farmland in grassroots companies, the most common thing is that the children of the Corps have been busy with their parents in the farmland since they were young.
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Ever since I went to junior high school, when I saw the English textbook, I felt that English looked strange, the pronunciation was difficult and complicated, and I couldn't remember English words at all, and it was too difficult to learn. There is also a first year of mathematics also feel inexplicable, positive and negative numbers are similar to the conversion between numbers above the ground and below the ground or above and below the high temperature and below the low temperature (if you can make the correct question, you can understand the meaning, on the contrary, it is a pot of porridge in the brain, and you don't understand the meaning at all), I have never had such thinking as mathematics in my mind (I understand this truth, I just can't calm down and explore carefully, The mind is full of courses related to the liberal arts and composition and the popular colors of the flowery world outside); I also think that reading Chinese textbooks and writing essays is the happiest thing, and other subjects such as politics and geography are all within the scope of the happy learning curriculum.
In the second year of junior high school, physics classes were added, and I felt suddenly and puzzled about the mass and density of objects, as if I had no foreknowledge in advance. I don't have time to think about it, I want to go on the road immediately, and I feel that the strangeness in front of me is incredible.
In the third year of junior high school, chemistry class was added, and my heart was even more chaotic, and suddenly appeared in the textbook in front of me: water is composed of two elements, hydrogen and oxygen, and so on. These are things that I have never thought about, as if they appeared very suddenly, and unfamiliar as the road that they could not enter.
I'll admit that my academic performance was not good. For this reason, my mother, my relatives, friends, and aunts all thought that I had the idea of early love (I didn't know the law of nature that age controls the mind at that time). (Everyone thinks of finding a relationship with the opposite sex at a different age, I thought it was time to find a partner when I was 20 years old, I thought it was time to get married when I was 25 years old, and I thought it was time to have children when I was 27 or 8 years old.) ）
Farming is hard work, and everyone knows it. When the mother who loves to talk and laugh comes home, she always tells the helplessness in her heart, who, who, whose children went to secondary school, junior college, and university...... At that time, I understood what my mother meant, the good things are other people's, and the bad things are your own (the head of the house, no ability, and the children can't go to school), I can't figure it out, why? The parents of these talented students are shrewd people and honest people, and everything cannot be generalized. Everything is providential and cannot be changed.
In July in summer, 10 days before the summer vacation, the melon seedlings grow rapidly quietly, the green vitality spreads all over the cultivated land, the yellow flowers are dotted with melon vines, a festive and peaceful, it seems that a beautiful future is calling.
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I saw my father's optimistic and cheerful face facing the endless irrigated wet and green cultivated land, with a smile on his face, and my heart was silently happy. On two occasions, I was in the sun-drenched melon farming, in the deepest part of the large green field, I unexpectedly saw the last contractor, leaving several tomatoes, but I did not expect that the next year could still thrive and bear red fruits, I was amazed that the roots of tomatoes have been devastated by the cold winter of Xinjiang for more than half a year in northern Xinjiang, and their vitality is still so tenacious, and they will sprout and grow vigorously in the second year, bearing red fruits. I immediately tasted the sweet and sour taste of tomatoes, my father urged me to hurry home, I quickly picked a few more tomatoes and came home with both hands, while tasting the tomatoes, I admired the ingenuity of the contractor in the previous year, growing vegetables in the farmland contracted by himself, and really self-sufficiency with local materials.
I remember that one of the last contractors of this cultivated land contracted by my parents was a Sichuan uncle and aunt, who had previously managed the vegetable field of the company's canteen. It is because of his experience in growing vegetables that he grows tomatoes on the farmland he has contracted.
I remember that at that time, my parents often consulted with my uncle, who was proficient in agricultural technology, and sometimes consulted with my uncle, who managed the company's cultivated land and irrigation water sources, and so on. I knew then that farming is not a simple thing, and there are many tedious things.