Tip: Cover your mouth and don't laugh your teeth off.
Do not do farm work.
I went to cut pig grass. I worked hard in the sun all afternoon. I have a big basket full, and I can't even straighten my back. When I came back, the big black pig was ungrateful and didn't eat a bite. My mother said I was stupid and couldn't even recognize grass. I didn't cut the pig grass at all. Until now, I don't know what grass I cut, only that it is thick and hard.
When harvesting wheat in summer, several people cut it side by side. I will always be the last one. I will cut my leg as wheat from time to time, and I still have a scar. When I tied wheat, I tied a handful of wheat for a long time and finally tied a small roll. As a result, it was scattered all over the floor as soon as it was picked up.
Pointing out cotton, I pointed it well and kept the oblique branches that need to be hit. Fortunately, it was discovered by adults in time, otherwise I don't know how much I will lose.
When weeding, crops are often removed and trampled, but grass often misses a lot. My mother says my big eyes are really white.
They said they didn't have to learn farming, and they wanted to do whatever they wanted, but I just couldn't learn it well, and I was always the worst.
Cooking is not good either.
I used a lot of firewood to make a fire. The room is full of smoke, so I can't stay any longer. My hands and face are all gray, turning myself into Cinderella. The fire still cannot be lit. Sometimes it takes half an hour to light a fire, and it is often not done well when eating. (fortunately, there is a gas stove now)
When the fire is burning, I often read while pulling the bellows. I forgot to add coal to the stove chamber, and the fire in the stove chamber went out. I was still pulling the bellows intermittently, so I often steamed a pot of uncooked sticky steamed bread.
I remember cutting my hand once. There was no one at home, and blood gurgled out. I was so scared that the door was unlocked that I took my hand and ran to the hospital. Everyone I saw along the way thought I had cut off my finger. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor said that there was so much blood only because a blood vessel had just been cut. Not bad.
When making noodles, the noodles are either hard or soft. When rolling, it will never be round, thin and thick, or even roll out a big hole. The cut surface is wider and narrower, and there is nothing at all. There is a children's song in my hometown:
"Swallow, swallow, double tail,
There are red flowers under the stairs,
The red flowers are not finished yet,
Two matchmakers came,
Tell your daughter to cook,
Noodles, stones and eggs,
Roll a piece of paper,
Save a handful of Daoxiao Noodles,
Go down to the pot and the lotus turns,
Draw silk thread in your mouth,
There is one and a half cigarettes left,
Give your son-in-law an insole. "
In my hometown, one of the criteria for testing a good girl is making noodles. Noodles should be as thin as paper, and the cut surface should be as thin as silk thread. If I can't even find a husband in the countryside, then I must be a leftover woman.
Being an actor is even worse.
Stepping on a sewing machine will only be backwards, never right. Until now, I can't sew things with a sewing machine, only by hand. The stitches vary in size and are crooked.
I once knitted a red bicycle saddle cover, and such a small thing jumped a lot of stitches and missed several small holes, like grinning at me, let alone knitting a sweater. I dare not touch such a big project at all.
Sew the quilt. I almost sewed myself in.
It's so beautiful to make insoles and watch other people's embroidered flowers and plants. I embroidered a pair of the simplest patterns. I actually opened them and sewed them many times, and I was stabbed countless times. Finally, I made a few mistakes, but it finally looked like an insole. That was my proudest needlework in my life, but it's a pity that the insole is still blind, you know.
I took a sole, the needle was bent several times, and my hand was pierced with several holes, but I couldn't get through it at once. The sole of the shoe was too hard in my hand, and it took a lot of effort to end in failure.
I have to admit, I was a loser in the countryside at that time, and I couldn't live at all. There is no way. In order to make a living, I can only study hard and go to college.
When I was a child, I was most afraid of holidays, especially wheat holidays and autumn holidays. There is always endless work and endless training. My face will be peeled off after every holiday. Now with the harvester, it is much easier to do farm work than before, and these two holidays have also been cancelled.
When I was a child, I always thought that learning was the simplest and most comfortable thing compared with doing farm work, cooking and sewing.