渐行渐远的乡村记忆（二）开荒种地的岁月
<section style="box-sizing: border-box; visibility: visible;"><p style="text-indent: 0em; text-align: center; text-wrap-mode: wrap; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; visibility: visible;"><span leaf="" style="visibility: visible;">（一）</span></p></section><p><br/></p><section style="justify-content: flex-start; display: flex; flex-flow: row; margin: 10px 0px; box-sizing: border-box; visibility: visible;"><section style="display: inline-block; width: 100%; vertical-align: top; align-self: flex-start; flex: 0 0 auto; background-color: rgb(254, 246, 240); padding: 0px 0px 0px 10px; box-sizing: border-box; visibility: visible;"><section style="justify-content: flex-start; display: flex; flex-flow: row; margin: 10px 0px; box-sizing: border-box; visibility: visible;"><section style="display: inline-block; width: auto; vertical-align: top; align-self: flex-start; flex: 100 100 0%; height: auto; border-style: solid; border-width: 1px; border-color: rgb(230, 204, 172); padding: 24px; margin: 0px 13px 0px 0px; box-sizing: border-box; visibility: visible;"><section style="text-align: center; margin: 0px 0px 20px; line-height: 0; box-sizing: border-box; visibility: visible;"><section style="visibility: visible;" nodeleaf=""></section></section><section style="text-align: justify; box-sizing: border-box; visibility: visible;"><p style="text-indent: 2em; text-wrap-mode: wrap; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; visibility: visible;"><span leaf="" style="visibility: visible;">上世纪50年代末，中国经历了“三年困难时期”。在那段艰难的岁月里，笔者还是个十岁出头的毛头孩子，住在福清乡下<span class="">积库村</span>。记忆里，那几年的天空总是灰蒙蒙的，风里带着尘土和野草的味道。</span></p><p style="text-indent: 2em; text-wrap-mode: wrap; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; visibility: visible;"><span leaf="" style="visibility: visible;"> 福清地处东南沿海，田少地瘠。那几年，集体化生产遭遇严重挫折，加上自然灾害，粮食产量锐减。每到饭点，端到生产队饭桌上的，几乎都是几块地瓜片清汤，或者能够照出人影的稀粥，外加一盘清煮包菜。</span></p><p style="text-indent: 2em; text-wrap-mode: wrap; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; visibility: visible;"><span leaf="" style="visibility: visible;"> 面对这样的宭境，县里开始倡导农民利用荒山、荒地、田埂的边角地开荒种地，以补充口粮。这在当时算是一个不小的政策松动。因为<span class="">公社化</span>时，土地全部归到集体所有，私自种植会被批评甚至处分。但在粮食紧缺的压力下，上级不得不调整政策，允许农民开垦闲置山地，种上自家需要的粮食和蔬菜。</span></p></section></section></section><section style="text-align: right; justify-content: flex-end; display: flex; flex-flow: row; margin: -62px 0px 0px; box-sizing: border-box; visibility: visible;"><section style="display: inline-block; width: auto; vertical-align: top; align-self: flex-start; flex: 0 0 auto; min-width: 5%; max-width: 100%; height: auto; background-color: rgb(253, 246, 240); box-sizing: border-box; visibility: visible;"><section style="text-align: center; margin: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; visibility: visible;"><section style="display: flex; width: 100%; flex-flow: column; box-sizing: border-box; visibility: visible;"><section style="z-index: 1; box-sizing: border-box; visibility: visible;"><section style="text-align: right; margin: 6px 0px 0px; line-height: 0; opacity: 1; box-sizing: border-box; visibility: visible;"><section style="max-width: 100%; vertical-align: middle; display: inline-block; line-height: 0; width: 27px; height: auto; box-sizing: border-box; visibility: visible;" nodeleaf=""></section></section></section></section></section></section></section></section></section><section style="box-sizing: border-box;"><p style="text-wrap-mode: wrap; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; text-align: center;"><span leaf="" style="color: rgb(62, 62, 62); box-sizing: border-box;">（二</span><span leaf="" style="color: rgb(62, 62, 62); box-sizing: border-box;">）</span></p><p style="text-indent: 2em; text-wrap-mode: wrap; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding: 0px; box-sizing: border-box;"><span leaf="">记得听到消息的那天，父亲沉默了很久，然后对我们说：“明天开始，全家都去山上。”</span></p><p style="text-indent: 2em; text-wrap-mode: wrap; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding: 0px; box-sizing: border-box;"><span leaf="">那时没有农耕机械，全靠锄头、洋镐、镰刀和双手。天刚蒙蒙亮，我们就扛着工具，带着水壶和为数不多的干粮上山。</span></p><section style="text-align: center;margin-top: 16px;margin-bottom: 16px;" nodeleaf=""></section><p style="text-indent: 2em; text-wrap-mode: wrap; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding: 0px; box-sizing: border-box;"><span leaf=""><br/></span></p><p style="text-indent: 2em; text-wrap-mode: wrap; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding: 0px; box-sizing: border-box;"><span leaf="">父亲负责挖地。母亲和笔者则捡石头、清理杂草。弟妹年纪尚小，就把挖出来的土块敲碎。积库村的山坡多沙石，土层薄，一洋镐下去，不是碰到石头就是草根盘结。父亲的手掌很快磨出了水泡，水泡破了，渗了出血，和泥土混在一起，双手火辣辣地疼。父亲却总是笑笑，说：“做田人，靠的就是这股‘牛力’。”</span></p><p style="text-indent: 2em; text-wrap-mode: wrap; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding: 0px; box-sizing: border-box;"><span leaf="">中午，我们只在山坡上啃几口“麦粕饼”，喝几口凉白开。傍晚回家时，双腿像灌了铅一样沉重。</span></p><p style="text-indent: 2em; text-wrap-mode: wrap; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding: 0px; box-sizing: border-box;"><span leaf="">最初几天，我们只开出一小块地。父亲说，别急，地是一寸一寸开出来的。就这样，我们连续干了一个多月，终于开出了几分能种庄稼的坡地。</span></p><section style="text-align: center;margin-top: 16px;" nodeleaf=""></section><p style="text-indent: 2em; text-wrap-mode: wrap; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding: 0px; box-sizing: border-box;"><span leaf=""><br/></span></p><p style="text-wrap-mode: wrap; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; text-align: center;"><span leaf="" style="color: rgb(62, 62, 62); box-sizing: border-box;">（三）</span></p><p style="text-indent: 2em; text-wrap-mode: wrap; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding: 0px; box-sizing: border-box;"><span leaf="">那年春天，父亲在新开的地里种下了耐旱的番薯，还种了黄豆。后来又在田埂边播下了南瓜籽，因为南瓜产量高，既能当菜吃，在夏秋之交青黄不接的时期，又可以瓜代粮。</span></p><p style="text-indent: 2em; text-wrap-mode: wrap; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding: 0px; box-sizing: border-box;"><span leaf=""> 夏天来了，山坡上一片绿油油的。番薯藤蔓爬满了坡地，黄豆长出了饱满的豆荚，南瓜开出金灿灿的花朵。我们常常来到地里除草、施农家肥、浇水，汗水顺着脸颊流进嘴里，咸咸的。父亲看着这些庄稼，脸上露出了久违的笑容：“今年，至少饿不死了。”</span></p><section style="text-align: center;margin-top: 16px;margin-bottom: 16px;" nodeleaf=""></section><p style="text-indent: 2em; text-wrap-mode: wrap; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding: 0px; box-sizing: border-box;"><span leaf=""><br/></span></p><p style="text-indent: 2em; text-wrap-mode: wrap; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding: 0px; box-sizing: border-box;"><span leaf=""> 第一年秋天，收成比我们想象的还要好。母亲用番薯制作出各种食物——番薯粥、番薯饼、番薯粉、番薯干，甚至还摘下鲜嫩的番薯叶炒成菜。虽然依旧没有白米饭，但饭桌上多了颜色和香气，家里的笑声也多起来了。</span></p><p style="text-wrap-mode: wrap; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; text-align: center;"><span leaf="" style="color: rgb(62, 62, 62); box-sizing: border-box;">（四）</span></p><p style="text-indent: 2em; text-wrap-mode: wrap; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding: 0px; box-sizing: border-box;"><span leaf="">回望那段岁月，依靠自力更生，我们度过了荒年，尽管异常艰苦，心里却不由地生起一种踏实感。因为我们知道，地里长出来的每一颗粮食，都是用自己的汗水换来的。它不仅添贴了家庭的粮食不足，更给了我们活下去的希望。</span></p><p style="text-indent: 2em; text-wrap-mode: wrap; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding: 0px; box-sizing: border-box;"><span leaf=""> 如今，一个甲子过去，福清早已发生了沧桑巨变。高楼林立，道路纵横，一家一户的食柜中、冰箱里，食物种类丰富得让人眼花缭乱。每当看到餐桌上的番薯、豆腐，我们总会忆起那个在山坡上挥汗如雨的岁月，忆起父亲紧握锄头柄的背影，想起一家人风雨同舟苦度的日子。</span></p><section style="text-align: center;margin-top: 16px;" nodeleaf=""></section><p style="text-indent: 2em; text-wrap-mode: wrap; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding: 0px; box-sizing: border-box;"><span leaf=""><br/></span></p><p style="text-indent: 2em; text-wrap-mode: wrap; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; text-align: right;"><span leaf=""><br/></span></p><p style="text-indent: 2em; text-wrap-mode: wrap; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; text-align: right;"><span leaf="">via知福清</span></p><p style="text-indent: 2em; text-wrap-mode: wrap; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; padding: 0px; box-sizing: border-box; text-align: right;"><span leaf="">作者：薛守维</span></p></section><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><link rel="stylesheet" href="//www.fqlook.cn/source/plugin/wcn_editor/public/wcn_editor_fit.css?v134_cKz" id="wcn_editor_css"/> 记忆里那几年的天空总是灰蒙蒙的，风里带着尘土和野草的味道。 满满的回忆{:5_248:} 回望那段岁月，依靠自力更生，我们度过了荒年，尽管异常艰苦，心里却不由地生起一种踏实感 困难时期
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