Yesterday, I finally separated the corn cobs into grains and sold them at 1.15 yuan per jin, selling 5,000 jin. Starting today, I am clearing the corn base, picking up what I can, sifting what I can, and letting the debris blow away. When I was shelling the corn yesterday, a few mice ran out suddenly, scaring me so much I jumped up. My dad said I’m afraid of mice, and I asked you all, aren’t you afraid of mice? I think nowadays, no young person is not afraid of mice; only the elderly who farm every day are not afraid, and those who used to live in poverty are not afraid either. I was very afraid of mice when I was a child. Our house was a mud house with mouse holes in the walls, and at night when the lights were off and we watched TV, the mice would come out and fight immediately. I don’t remember being that scared back then. One morning, my dad killed a mouse from the grain bag in the main hall and then grabbed its tail and went out to throw it away.

Once, my dad and I moved all the grain from the storage room, one bag at a time, and each of us used a yew branch to beat the mice. I remember I also killed several mice, and I didn’t know why I wasn’t afraid of mice back then. Now, I am actually so afraid of mice, probably because I went to the big city to study. If I hadn’t gone to school and stayed working in the fields every day, I definitely wouldn’t be afraid of mice. The problem is that in these few years of going to the big city, there’s been a disconnect between my thoughts and