After having another bowl of oily millet porridge, my stomach feels so comfortable!
Mom, did I eat too much? No wonder people say that people who do heavy manual labor eat a lot!
Actually, that's a misconception. It's that corn and millet, these whole grains, are so delicious that it's hard to resist eating too much.
Chen Hong slowly chewed on the cornbread, savoring the wonderful flavor created by the mixture of freshly harvested corn and soybeans. The rich aroma of soybeans and the sweet fragrance of corn blended together, making it truly delicious.
"Son, this is the smell of new grain! When I was a child, every year when the new grain came out, every household would rush to grab a millstone to process the grain."
I just want to taste the flavor of fresh grains. It's not just the aroma of fresh grains that matters, but also the harvest of a year's hard work by farmers.
Farmers have it the hardest. In the past, they depended on the weather for their livelihood. After a year of hard work, they would plow the land, sow seeds, weed and kill pests, and finally rush to harvest the crops.
If God is on your side, you might have a good harvest, but if God turns against you, you might have worked hard all year for nothing, and a poor or no harvest is not uncommon.
When my mother was a child, she dreamed of becoming a factory worker when she grew up, so that she would have a stable income and receive a monthly salary.
To our utter surprise, before we even grew up, all the factory workers were laid off, and it became fashionable to take job exams and sign contracts again.
There's no future in being a factory worker, and now it's all about making money through business. It's tough being a rural person; you have no capital, no connections.
Earning a little money isn't even enough to cover the expenses of bribing and giving gifts everywhere! In city life, you can't compete with city dwellers. Those who can make a name for themselves are either ruthless or exceptionally intelligent.
But how many people are like that? Most of them end up like your grandfather, migrant workers in the eyes of city dwellers.
People look down on them; they always line up at the very back of the bus, afraid of getting dust on other people.
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