The two sand pear trees in the backyard are laden with bright red fruits, and the wall lined with jujube trees bears dense little red dots. The small, black-purple grapes glisten brightly in the sunlight, making them impossible to ignore. If we don't pick them soon and encounter a rainy day, it would be such a waste.
Before, in order to enjoy the fresh corn, peanuts, and edamame, Zhou Jiao would sneak out at night with Zhang Guoqing, spending two evenings in the dark to pick the innermost fresh corn. Now, every time she returns to the backyard and sees the two tall racks used as decorations, she feels a little guilty.
A few days ago, she even overheard Aunt Zuo saying that the crackdown on those who eat raw produce was about to start again. This is linked with class struggle—who wouldn't be scared? On the day she returned to the county town, Zhou Jiao specifically went to check the bulletin.
