A Rural Life in the 70s

In the afternoon, the team leader came over and took the students to change places.

Probably thinking that the students had been stunned for a morning, and they were exhausted. In the afternoon, the captain did not arrange for everyone to do heavy physical work. Instead, they took the boys and girls together to a large cotton field and pointed at them. The white flower field of cotton field, to everyone to set the task: "This afternoon your work is to pick up this piece of cotton ... come, see me, so ... so ... avoid mixing dry leaves, but also avoid cotton Can't pick it up..."

The whole team leader spoke very carefully, and then asked the students to pour the contents of the bag to the ground and empty the bag to install cotton.

Soon, there was a pile of books and stationery on the ground, and some people were hiding the cookies that were not taken out, and they were not accidentally exposed to everyone. The group of naughty and cheeky boys will naturally not give up this great opportunity, and no one will say hello, they will work together to those who eat, regardless of boys and girls, all robbed and eaten, a little bit unwilling.

Josie took a notebook and a pen out of the floor and whispered to Xiaoqiu: "Fortunately, you have prepared a canvas bag, otherwise, we have nothing to do!"

Jindi always wants to be one of Josie Xiaoqiu’s side, but he doesn’t care much about it. He grabbed his bag and refused to take it out. He whispered: “I prepared a packet of milk tofu. Thinking of being hungry at night, let's eat together. What can I do?"

Xiaoqiu smiled and looked at Josie, and also whispered: "I will divide it sooner or later, and this will be divided. We will be in a pocket at a time."

Jindi smiled and smiled. He immediately hugged his bag and went to Wu Geqin’s side. He divided the milk tofu into three hands, then took the remaining half of the bag back and handed it to Josie and Xiaoqiu. .

Although Ye Hao has been with Josie, she seems to be out of place because she does not care about Xiaoqiu. At this time, Xiaoqiu got the milk tofu and decided to hand it to Ye Hao in the first time.

Ye suddenly looked at the slender little hand that reached in front of him. After a moment, he reached out and took it. He lowered his eyes and lowered his voice: "Thank you!"

Xiaoqiu has turned back. Hearing this thank-you, he turned back and smiled: "You are welcome!"

After that, I turned back and squeezed a piece of milk tofu in my mouth and sighed, "This milk tofu is authentic!"

Authentic milk tofu is a yoghurt product. It is slightly sweet and sour, has a chewy head, and has a strong milky taste. Too delicate, smooth and sweet, all of which add additives. The taste looks better. In fact, it loses the most authentic taste.

The milk tofu brought by Jindi, the real traditional craftsmanship, maintains the flavor of yogurt, and a layer of yellow and yellow cream skin, is the extremely authentic grassland milk tofu.

Josie is actually a good person, and most of the girls in the class can talk. After she distributed the milk tofu to Xiaoqiu and Ye Hao, she sang the remaining three or four girls and handed them over to let them taste first. Because of the unique flavor of milk tofu, many people are not used to it. Especially in the late 1970s, when dairy products were far from being popular in China, many people were not used to the taste of milk and goat milk, not to mention the milk processed by yogurt. Tofu, people who are not used to eating are even more people.

As a result, the four girls only had one to eat, and the other three said they could not eat. So, Josie took two pieces and sent them out. The rest, she took it back and handed it to Jindi: "Oh, let's just keep these in your pocket. I don't have to eat it, I don't have to give it." I am."

However, it turned out that Josie is also one of the yoghurt tofu.

Xiaoqiu took out a few big white rabbits from his pocket. One person who couldn't eat yogurt tofu was divided into pieces. There were toffee eating. These girls didn't know how to eat.

Picking up the cotton work, watching the light, don't have to work hard, but can't stand it, always bends and bows back, can't live for a few minutes, the waist is also counted, the back hurts, and then continue, the legs also stand The numbness hurts... In short, it is a very tiring job to look at the light.

Moreover, picking cotton can not tolerate a little carelessness. In case of mixed with dead leaves and weeds, it is difficult to pick up the cotton and mix it in the cotton, which will reduce the grade of cotton. The price of cotton purchased is set according to the cotton grade. When the grade of cotton is lowered, the price is low, and the income of hardship for half a year is also shrinking.

Therefore, this time, the captain did not give up, but sent five or six people to supervise. These people are not old ladies over the age of 50, or children under the age of ten, but they are all special. Serious, fast.

They came late in the evening and started working later than the students. Soon, they caught up with the progress of the students and easily overtook the past.

Xiaoqiu afternoon did not go to the first place, and Josie and Jindi spoke, but did not hesitate but carefully picked the cotton. In the process, she took two of the snow-white long cotton, she just wanted to test, the cloth can not be copied but can be optimized, the fabric texture is better, the color is more intense and bright... So cotton? Can you copy it? Still able to optimize? After optimizing the cotton seeds, can you cultivate better cotton varieties?

This is the first time she has thought of trying to optimize the seeds with a large blue and white bowl. If it is feasible, then, or in the future, there is no need to study GM technology...

The capacity of the military bag is not large. Even if the students are not proficient, they will need to go to the ground to unload it once in a quarter of an hour. Pour the cotton in the bag into the big cockroach in the ground and continue to pick up the cotton in the field.

He Qin is a tall and big boy. He has always been used to it. When he picked cotton, he also clashed with his classmates. Not only did he mix in the dead leaves, but cotton was not cleaned.

When he went to the ground to pour cotton, just a little girl of seven or eight years old, also saw that the cotton that He Qin poured out directly blocked him: "You can't do this cotton, mix so many leaves, really come in. All of this cotton can't be cleaned up. Let's pick it up and say it!"

Being criticized by a young girl of seven or eight years old, the boy with thicker skin can’t stand it, and it’s not good for the little girls. He Qin had to succumb to the ground and pick up the cotton he picked up. , one by one, remove the dead leaves that are doped inside.

Unfortunately, once the leaves of cotton have dried up, they will be particularly brittle. When they are touched, they will be broken into the end and scattered in the fibers of cotton. It is easy to pick them up. Then the big boy, where he was, was not cleaned in half of the cotton in a bag. His legs had become numb, the neck and back were sore and painful, and his eyes were almost cocked.

After getting up and doing activities, I was so comfortable, and then I looked down at the half-bag cotton in my hand. He Qin almost cried out... When did it get picked up!