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In the late autumn night, the hour hand has pointed to zero, and the car horn came from outside the door. The younger brother said, "They are back!" The younger brother and younger brother immediately rushed out of the house and hugged in from the car and hugged the newly unearthed peanuts. The green alfalfa is adorned with white peanuts. The family is busy picking peanuts and packing bags. When they are ready to be packed, the sky will dawn, and the East has a slight red color. This happened a few years ago. For a long time away from home, the wandering homesickness, I took the husband to take a weekend break, and rushed home tonight. The younger brother who worked in the county town accompanied me to visit the old friends of the old city, visited the alma mater, and went back to the younger brother's home at sunset Xishan. According to the schedule, the next day, he would embark on his return journey. My younger brother knows that I like to eat peanuts from my hometown. I specially want my children to drive back to the peanuts in the village to dig peanuts for me. This happened at the beginning. Looking at the peanuts and a bag of peanuts filled with half a house Cheap Marlboro Free Shipping, the younger brother said: "Now it is the season of harvesting peanuts. Is it a pity to not look back at the peanuts?" I said: "There are still things in the unit. Can't delay, have a chance to come again next Sunday!" The younger brother said: "It is just a week to harvest peanuts Cheap Marlboro Cigarettes Free Shipping. I am afraid I will only see peanuts next week." "Peanut!" The younger brother��s words are exported, my brain Can not help but hit a spirit. The scene of collecting peanuts in the autumn season fifty years ago is presented in front of you. At that time, the words "�� peanuts" were the mantra of our poor children. Just had breakfast, someone shouted: "Hey peanuts!" So the children in groups, one by one, the left hand basket, the right hand holding the hook, together in the field that just received the peanuts opened the battlefield of peanuts. In the morning, a few acres or even a dozen acres of fields were almost turned over. When I was at noon, I took the basket and went home to report my spoils to my mother. No matter how much I harvested, my mother would laugh a few words. . I am the expert of "�� peanuts", this is the ancestral. My mother was born in poverty Cigarettes Newport, and there was no room at home. The family lived in a temple of fire, relying on begging for food and "squatting" crops for a living. The so-called "��" means that after the summer harvest and the autumn harvest of the big family, they will dig and dig their missing things, such as wheat in the summer, sweet potatoes in the autumn, peanuts, and jujube. Practice knows the truth, years of practice has made the mother a good hand for crops. I have been following my mother's crops since I was a child, and I have traveled through the sweet potato fields, peanut fields and large-scale jujube gardens in the nearby villages. I learned a lot of secrets such as simmering sweet potatoes, because the missing sweet potatoes are not in the nest. In the middle of the day; the date is sunny, because the date hidden in the leaves on the cloudy day is invisible. The biggest thing to learn is to lick peanuts, which will save you time and effort, and will not slam the ground. I also dig in a piece of land, and for a long time I can get a bamboo basket. Some children can only cover the bottom of the basket. One of the big flaws is the hole in the hole Cigarettes Free Shipping. There is a ground mouse in the peanut field. We call it a mole. We are good at digging holes. It digs a big hole under the ground every autumn, and stores a ration of peanuts that we eat in the winter. inside. If you can get such a rat hole every day, you can dig up a large basket of peanuts. And I am the insider of the hole in the hole. Many companions are pestering me and asking me to tell the secret of the hole. At first I didn't say it, but I couldn't stop them from stalking. I had to say it bit by bit like a toothpaste. In fact, it is also very simple, that is, three articles: one deep and two three to see the dog. One deeper, that is, when encountering relatively soft soil, it may be that the mole has turned over, and then dig deep into the furrow and dig it below the furrow. It may be that their glutinous rice is there. Second, it is to find the rat hole. Followed by swearing, chasing after, it is possible to find their place to store grain; three look at the dog, this is my own invention. Once, I mowing the grass in a wasteland beside a piece of peanuts. I found that my dog ??was wandering around in a place. Then I used my claws to dig. I dug a foot more than two feet deep and there was a big one. In the rat's nest, there are several red rats in the rat hole filled with peanuts. From this, I thought that the dog's sense of smell is the most spiritual. Where there are rattles and rat holes in the grain, the dog must be able to smell it. Therefore, when you are licking peanuts, wherever the dog can't keep moving, there are likely to be rattles and rat holes. I use these methods to find one or two mouse holes every day, and at least half a basket of peanuts. The season of collecting peanuts is the happiest day of my childhood. The laughter when I was licking peanuts with my companions, and the praise of my mother when I was full of peanuts, often made me happy. The fruits of your own labor are often the most fragrant. The peanuts that have just come back are washed with water, cooked with salt water, and tasted sweet and delicious. Every two days, my mother cooks a half basket for me and my sister. Until the peanuts are planted with wheat, the season of peanuts is counted. At this time, the peanuts we came back to have been collected in the warehouse after the mother has dried up, and there are hundreds of pounds. The mother said, "Let it go, keep it when you are snowing in winter!" This experience of peanuts began from the time I remembered, until I graduated from high school and graduated into the county Order Newports Online. In the next fifty years, I went to high school, went to college, and then assigned to work in the northwest. I never had the chance to step into the memory of the peanuts in my hometown, but this complex of peanuts has been deeply buried in my heart. . Every time I recall this, my heart will faintly raise a warm, sweet taste. I know this is a nostalgic hooligan in the depths of the blood. It is deeply rooted in the land of affectionate land. This life will last forever and is unforgettable.