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163 Harvesting Peanuts

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    After the lively dinner, this unprecedented farce of "pretending to be an old man" officially came to an end.  Although my father felt sorry for my cousin (and spent a huge amount of money), after all, the glory of the family has been reappeared, so my father's spirit has been in high spirits because of this.  For the sake of my father's health, we had to leave early just like yesterday.

    Maybe it was because the noise of the day had brought great fatigue to my father, so, not long after returning home, my father fell into a deep sleep.  In the past two days, we felt that my father's sleep seemed surprisingly good.

    The next day, my father seemed to be in good spirits.  My father, who hadn't gone out for a long time, miraculously resumed the exercise program of walking outdoors in the morning, afternoon and evening immediately after the operation.  This lifted the spirits of our whole family immediately.  The good turn of the father gives us what seems to be more and more obvious hope.

    ? Although I am grateful for the correct decision of my trip to Nanjing, I have not slackened in the slightest because of it.  On October 1st and 2nd, because I went to my cousin's house, my father's infusion had to be interrupted for two days.  But on the 3rd, we did not hesitate to take my father to the town hospital again on a battery car.  Although infusion cannot cure the root cause, as long as it can relieve cough and increase human nutrition, it will be fine.  After all, my father is still insisting on drinking traditional Chinese medicine that can treat both symptoms and root causes!

    During the entire National Day holiday, except for being extremely excited when he was at his cousin's house, his father's situation has been relatively stable.  Moreover, it gives us the feeling that these days, father's performance in all aspects is much better than before going to Nanjing.

    Throughout the holiday, my sister and my two small families stayed in the country.  Now that we are all at home, we will always find ways to reduce the burden on mother.  We contracted the daily work of escorting my father to infusion, decoction and cooking.

    Of course, this is not enough.  Because, at this time, it was the time when the peanuts were being harvested, and the land that my mother had planted all her life, even if the sky fell, could not stop her from harvesting the crops that were about to be obtained in the field.  If we want my mother to take care of my father wholeheartedly, then we must find ways to help my mother collect all the peanuts in the field in the next few days (holidays).

    Harvesting peanuts is quite a tedious task.  So far, I haven't seen a machine that can harvest peanuts, so here, peanut harvesting has always been done slowly by hand.

    Peanuts are annual herbaceous plants of the leguminous family, and the fruits are buried in the ground along with the rhizomes.  Therefore, to harvest peanuts, first of all, manual digging is required.  Digging peanuts is not an easy task.  The position of the shovel is very particular. If you dig too close or dig too shallow, many peanuts will be damaged or stuck in the soil;  Not to mention the strength, it will also bring a lot of trouble to get rid of the soil on the rhizomes.  What's more, there are many pieces of peanuts in a field, one next to the other. If you want to dig cleanly and save effort without touching or damaging other peanuts, you need extremely precise eyesight and quite precise cutting.  shovel mastery.  Therefore, this does not seem to be a very difficult job, but for those of us who seldom do farm work, it is definitely impossible.  Most of the time, the mother digs, sometimes the uncle digs, and we are responsible for picking the ripe peanuts from the dug out peanut rhizomes.

    Although digging peanuts is laborious, it is by no means the most laborious.  It is more laborious than digging peanuts, of course it is peanut picking.  Although it is necessary to dig peanuts one by one, after all, it is a big one, and there will be many shelled peanuts attached to the rhizome of each one.  It depends on the growth condition. There are five or six of them that are not growing well; there are more than a dozen or even twenty that are good.  Therefore, picking these unshelled peanuts one by one is naturally much slower than digging peanuts.  Under normal circumstances, if one person digs, it takes five or six people to pick it up before they can make it in time.  And these five or six people must also be "skilled workers."

    My sister and I are not "journeymen".  Although I went to the field to pick peanuts whenever I was free, within two days, a large number of unpicked peanut vines had accumulated.  Looking at the growing mountain of peanut vines, the first thing we thought of was uncle, because he was not far from our home.  Given the current special situation in our family, uncle would naturally not refuse.  From the moment we invited him, my uncle came to our house every day to help collect peanuts.

    I originally planned to help my mother pick all the peanuts during this National Day holiday.  Although we have the strong assistance of my uncle, firstly, our speed of picking peanuts is not fast, and secondly, we have to spend a lot of time every day with my father for infusion, and at the same time, we have to do housework such as cooking.  We don't have a lot of time.  Although we have made our best efforts, looking at the unpicked peanut vines still piled up like a mountain, I still feel a little helpless in my heart.sense of power.

    Alas, it seems that the wish to help my mother collect peanuts during the National Day holiday is hard to come true!

    Just when I was annoyed by the loss of confidence, things started to turn around.  It was the afternoon of the penultimate day of the National Day holiday (October 6th), and my brother-in-law, my third uncle, and I had been fighting on the side of the road.  The one who runs a small shop on the side of the road (a middle-aged woman of my age) comes over from time to time to help pick a few.

    It was getting late, and the number of mosquitoes gathered around us gradually increased.

    "Now the mosquitoes have just come out of their holes, which is the time for them to be severe. I suggest you wait until it is completely dark before picking them." Another middle-aged woman who lived next door to my uncle's house reminded me.

    "It's getting dark, don't the mosquitoes come out?" I asked jokingly as I picked them.

    "It's coming out, but it's definitely not as much as now. If you don't believe it, you can try it later!" The middle-aged woman replied confidently.

    "Even if there are fewer mosquitoes, but it's dark, how can we see them?" I retorted disapprovingly.

    "Didn't you see that there is a street lamp here?" The middle-aged woman said while pointing.

    The main road in front of my house is the main road leading directly to the village committee, and street lights have just been installed on this road two years ago.  However, unlike those in the city, in order to save electricity, under normal circumstances, this street light is not on.  But now it happens to be the National Day holiday, so I noticed that the street lights on the main road at the entrance are on every night, but after October 3rd, it seems that the street lights go out after ten o'clock.

    "Oh, yes, I forgot about the street lamp." Hearing this, I suddenly replied, "Just, I don't know if the street lamp is bright enough?" (Remember the website website: www.hlnovel.com
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