At that time, there was a popular jingle among educated youth: "Panjin rice is really delicious, and Panjin rice is really hard to grow."

I remember that the rice varieties we planted at that time were mainly Silent 35 and Nongken 2 1. Silent 35 is a new variety with high yield and lodging resistance. At that time, the yield per mu had exceeded 13000 Jin. Nongken 2 1 is a traditional fine variety with an yield of 8900 Jin per mu. Our rations are kept by Nongken 2 1. This kind of rice is slightly longer than ordinary rice. The steamed rice is crystal clear, fragrant, oily, soft and shaky, one grain at a time. It tastes particularly fragrant and will have an appetite when you smell it. This is the best rice I have ever seen in my life, and I still miss it.

Rice is delicious, but it is really difficult to grow. From soil preparation, seed soaking, seedling raising and transplanting in spring to replanting, weeding, fertilization and pesticide application in summer; Harvest in autumn, bad luck, threshing and cultivating fields, dredging and building water conservancy projects in winter, and farm work continues all year round. During the busy farming season, the whole village should be mobilized to carry out staged campaigns such as "transplanting rice seedlings", "weeding" and "autumn harvest". During the busy farming season, we always go out early and come back late. We often have to work fourteen or fifteen hours a day, and the work points and food subsidies are much more than usual.

Being an educated youth for a year, I have experienced the farm work of transplanting rice seedlings, pulling weeds and cutting rice, and the most impressive thing is pulling weeds. The paddy fields in Yuxin Village are all standardized strips, with the upper water line in the north and the lower water line in the south, with a distance of 750 meters between the north and the south. Because it is a newly reclaimed paddy field, there are many kinds of weeds in the paddy field, which can't be cleaned up after three times of weeding. One kind of barnyard grass looks almost exactly like a rice seedling, which is particularly difficult to distinguish. If you don't look at the thin white ribs in the middle of the leaves, it's easy to miss them when pulling weeds. At that time, herbicides were not widely used, and they all relied on manual weeding. When working, dozens of us stood in a horizontal row, each bent a few ridges, and then pulled weeds one by one without rest. We have to bend over 750 meters in the paddy field, and we must ensure the quality (there is a supervisor behind). Anyone who stops halfway to straighten up will soon be left far behind by the "leader". When someone just wants to rest after catching up, others will go back to work, and you will always "bump into a wolf". And when pulling grass, the waist really can't straighten up. My waist hurts more when I stand up. I can only bite my teeth and catch up. What do you mean, "I can't stand this pain"? We learned it then.

It may be that girls are born with good toughness and their waists are softer than boys. They are quite adapted to pulling weeds, always rushing ahead, but we big boys are miserable. I remember that there were several boys in our platoon, and every time they pulled the grass, they fell far behind. At this time, there are always several girls who go back to pick them up. I don't know if they really can't do it, or if they deliberately wait for the right person to pick them up. Every time I get to the farm, I fall to the ground, gulping fresh air, staring at the blue sky and white clouds, rubbing my waist that I feel is about to break, and I don't even bother to move under my body. At that time, the deepest sentence in everyone's heart was-"Panjin rice is really hard to grow"!

At that time, the farm implemented paramilitary management, and the village set up a battalion, company and platoon system. Young intellectuals are all backbone militia. We get up at dawn every morning, do exercises, run in line for half an hour, then wash, have breakfast, work in the fields, and go back to the village for lunch at night, all year round. I remember the autumn harvest meeting that year, learning from Jinzhou and Montenegro. At that time, the slogan was "3: 30 in the morning, you can't see it at night." One day, we got up at 2 am to carry rice in the field. At that time, it seemed that it had just arrived at the beginning of the lunar calendar. There is no moon in the sky, only stars all over the sky, and it is dark all around. Sleepy-eyed, we came to the field one foot deep and one foot shallow, only to see dark piles (meters). Someone helped us to carry the rice on our shoulders, with our ears up, and each person had a large bundle (more than 50 kilograms per bundle), and the straw rope in the middle of the rice bundle staggered and carried it to the ground with difficulty. Suddenly, there was a scream not far away and a girl fell into the ditch. Everyone quickly pulled her up, making the girl cry for a long time. At that time, farm work was really tired, and even the cows could not move. Once, a cow was so tired that it couldn't move in the ditch on the ground. We burned its ass with fire and finally dragged it up. In my notebook, I also recorded a "poem" that I wrote to thy at random during the autumn harvest conference that year, reflecting the harvest scene that year:

The vast sea of rice is boundless,

Autumn wind blows jinlang,

Silver sickle waving, reflecting the sun and the moon,

Harvest will come to Jiudaowan again.