Seeing that the millet in the field was almost half mixed, I went up to the field and prepared to go back and pull the pallet truck to haul it.

I wanted to save some trouble and walk back with my bare feet. Unfortunately, the mud on my feet was a bit slippery, and the pebbles, wood chips and other debris on the road stung my feet. I had no choice but to put my feet into the water.

He went to wash up in the ditch. He finally washed away the mud, wiped the muddy water from his feet with his hands, put on his shoes and started on his way.

At first I didn’t feel anything bad, but gradually I discovered that because the water on my feet had not dried and I was not wearing socks, the shoes absorbed the water on my feet and became hard. Then when I walked, they rubbed against each other, and the insteps of my feet actually became scratched.

The skin on it was abraded and painful.

I had to take off my shoes and walk barefoot. There was nothing I could do about the pain, just endure it.

First, I borrowed the pallet truck and pushed it to the door of my house. Then I pushed the door and entered the house. I saw Mrs. Fan’s daughter-in-law busy at home. I was very touched. She hurriedly said, "Thank you for your hard work, little aunt."

When she heard me calling her like this, her face turned red to her neck. In fact, she is just a senior, and she is actually only eight or nine years older than me, less than thirty years old. She has given birth to two children. The eldest is six years old.

, is a daughter, the youngest is five years old, and is a son. According to the seniority of her children, I still call them aunt and uncle. But they are still young and don't know how to fight for seniority, so they all call me "brother."

She said: "Is it much better after mixing?"

I said: "It's almost half done. I'll come back and get the cart to pull the grain."

She said: "I've almost washed the vegetables. I boiled the pig food and fed it to the pigs this time. I guess when you come back from pulling the millet, I will steam the steamed buns first, then cut some meat and cook some.

Sour soup. When the millet is harvested, we will send it to the fields together."

I said: "Okay." while looking for a "Band-Aid."

She saw me "rummaging through the boxes" and asked what I was looking for. I told her that the instep of my foot was injured.

She said jokingly: "He is indeed a scholar, with tender skin and tender flesh."

I felt embarrassed when he said that.

She said: "It won't work if you put on the 'Bandi'. It will fall off as soon as it is soaked in water and sweated. It would be better if you find a pair of socks and wear them."

It was summer, and I usually wore slippers, so it was hard to find a pair of socks. Maybe she saw my embarrassment, so she quickly said, "Wait for me." After that, she went out.

Soon she turned around again. But she had a pair of thin translucent socks in her hand.

She said: "These are my 'mercerized stockings'. They are new and have not been worn. I will lend them to you first."

I was embarrassed to answer it. She forced it into my hand and went into the house to do something.

It was hard to refuse such kindness. I quickly washed my feet, wiped the water clean with a foot towel, wiped the broken skin with alcohol, then put the "Bundy" on, put on my socks and shoes, and went out.

Pull up the cart and drive quickly to the fields.

When I got to the field, I saw that everyone was very energetic and less than a third of the field was left. When my uncle and uncle saw me coming, they stopped what they were doing and hurriedly helped to hold the bags.

I saw them squatting on their horse, bending down to pick up their bags, and then swung them upwards with all their strength. The bags were placed on their shoulders, and then they strode toward the road. They walked to the car and stacked them on the car board.

I also imitated their behavior, but I couldn't get up, so I fell down. Fortunately, I didn't break my bag, otherwise I would be in trouble if the millet fell in the field. I quickly got up, and Aunt Wenying and Auntie also fell down.

They rushed over to help lift the bag. They lifted the bag and put it on my back. I put my hands on my buttocks, hugged the two bottom corners of the bag, bent my waist slightly, and carried it away.

Soon a cart was filled. Tie the bags with ropes from the front of the cart, pull them to the rear of the cart and tighten them to prevent the bags from falling off the cart on the road.

I put the "reins" on the front of the cart on my shoulders, holding the handlebars on the left and right sides with both hands, and my brothers pushed behind the cart. Slowly, the cart began to move. This cart is quite heavy.

, it feels like at least six to seven hundred pounds.

We brought them home and carried them all to the courtyard dam and put them away. My brothers were going to fetch water from the well, so they left first. My aunt and I were behind to get lunch.

After taking it, I towed the truck while my aunt carried the steamed buns and waited. While walking, we chatted endlessly.

Suddenly she said: "You don't have to call me 'little aunt' when there's no one around."

I said: "Then what do you call me?"

She said: "Call my name." Seeing me looking at her with confusion, she added: "You can call me 'Xiao Linyin'."

I said: "Okay, 'little aunt'".
Chapter completed!