消失的麦田？小明的周末疑惑

风里飘着刚割过的麦草的清香味，混合着泥土的潮气，扑在脸上软乎乎的。小明坐在奶奶的电动三轮车后座上，手里攥着半把奶奶提前摘的青枣，脚边放着给奶奶带的降压药，车把上挂的狗尾巴草被风吹得晃来晃去，扫过他的胳膊痒酥酥的。他每隔十分钟就要踮一次脚，往村口的方向看——那片他盼了一整个暑假的金黄麦田，应该就在拐过那排白杨树的地方了，风一吹的时候麦浪会翻得像撒了一地的金子，布谷鸟会在田埂上叫，他去年还在里面抓过蚂蚱，塞在裤兜里吓唬小美。 The wind carried the fresh scent of newly cut wheat straw, mixed with the damp smell of soil, brushing softly against their faces. Xiao Ming sat in the back of Grandma's electric tricycle, holding half a handful of green dates Grandma had picked in advance, with a box of blood pressure medicine for Grandma at his feet. The foxtail grass hanging from the handlebar swayed in the wind, brushing his arm ticklishly. He stood on his tiptoes every ten minutes, looking toward the village entrance—the golden wheat field he had looked forward to all summer should be just around the row of poplar trees. When the wind blew, the wheat waves would roll like gold scattered on the ground, cuckoos would call on the field ridges, and he had even caught grasshoppers there last year, stuffing them in his pocket to scare Xiao Mei.

三轮车晃过最后一个土坡，拐过白杨树的时候，小明突然瞪圆了眼睛，手里的青枣“啪嗒”掉在了地上。那片他熟悉的、望不到边的金黄麦田，居然完全消失了，取而代之的是一排排银灰色的厂房，屋顶刷着明亮的蓝色，门口停着好几辆加长的大货车，车厢上印着“未来生物科技”的字样，几个穿白大褂的叔叔正蹲在路边取样，旁边的地上摆着瓶瓶罐罐的试剂。 The tricycle rattled over the last mound, and when it turned around the poplar trees, Xiao Ming suddenly widened his eyes, and the green date in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud". The familiar, endless golden wheat field had completely disappeared, replaced by rows of silver-gray factory buildings with bright blue roofs. Several large trucks were parked at the entrance, with the words "Future Biotechnology" printed on the carriages. Several uncles in white lab coats were squatting by the road taking samples, with bottles and cans of reagents placed on the ground next to them.

“奶奶！咱们的麦田呢？”小明扯着嗓子喊，声音里带着点慌。奶奶停下车，顺着他的手指看过去，笑着拍了拍他的腿：“傻孩子，喊什么，麦田转给别人啦。现在种地的人少，年轻人都去城里打工，一亩地种小麦一年才赚一千块，还不够在城里租半个月的房子，咱村就把地流转给省城来的企业了，搞什么合成食物的研发。” "Grandma! Where's our wheat field?" Xiao Ming shouted, his voice tinged with panic. Grandma stopped the tricycle, looked in the direction he pointed, and patted his leg with a smile: "Silly child, what are you shouting for? The wheat field has been transferred to others. There are fewer people farming now, young people all go to work in the city. Growing wheat on one mu of land only earns 1,000 yuan a year, which is not enough to rent an apartment in the city for half a month. Our village transferred the land to an enterprise from the provincial capital to develop synthetic food research."

“合成食物？那是什么？”小明跳下车，跑到厂房门口的栏杆边往里面看，里面是比他家还大的罐子，还有管道冒着白气，看起来和他见过的食品加工厂不一样。 "Synthetic food? What's that?" Xiao Ming jumped out of the car, ran to the railing at the entrance of the factory, and looked inside. There were tanks bigger than his house, and pipes emitting white steam, which looked different from any food processing factory he had ever seen.

“就是不用种地，在工厂里就能造出来的食物呀。”奶奶从车筐里掏出个铝箔包着的玉米饼，递给他，饼还热乎着，玉米的香味直往鼻子里钻，“你看这饼，就是用咱家后院种的玉米磨的面做的，以后就算不种麦子，也有吃的，饿不着你。再说了，现在种地产量高着呢，我小时候种麦子，一亩地才收200斤，现在杂交小麦一亩能收1000多斤，够咱们家吃一整年的。” "It's food that can be made in factories without farming," Grandma took out an aluminum-wrapped corn cake from the car basket and handed it to him. The cake was still warm, and the scent of corn rushed straight into his nose. "Look at this cake, it's made from corn flour ground from the corn we grew in the backyard. Even if we don't grow wheat in the future, we'll have food to eat, and you won't go hungry. Besides, crop yields are much higher now. When I was a kid, growing wheat only yielded 200 jin per mu, but now hybrid wheat yields more than 1,000 jin per mu, enough for our family to eat for a whole year."

小明啃了一口玉米饼，甜丝丝的玉米粒在嘴里爆开，可他还是觉得心里堵得慌。以前他每次来奶奶家，都要在麦田里跑好几圈，脚踩在麦茬上软乎乎的，现在麦田没了，以后是不是再也吃不到妈妈用新麦子磨的面擀的手擀面了？以后是不是所有食物都要从工厂里造出来，再也没有香喷喷的米饭了？ Xiao Ming took a bite of the corn cake, and the sweet corn kernels burst in his mouth, but he still felt a little blocked in his heart. Every time he came to Grandma's house before, he would run several laps in the wheat field, his feet stepping on the soft wheat stubble. Now the wheat field was gone, would he never be able to eat the hand-rolled noodles his mother made with freshly ground wheat flour in the future? Would all food have to be made in factories in the future, and there would be no more fragrant rice?

> 📌 小明的疑问卡 1：消失的麦田去哪了？ / Xiao Ming's Question Card 1: Where did the disappeared wheat field go? > > 侧边栏小知识：你听说的“耕地流转”，其实就是把很多小块的地拼在一起，交给有技术、有资金的人来种，农民不用再面朝黄土背朝天，既能拿土地租金，又能去城里打工赚两份钱。现在中国有超过1/3的耕地都进行了流转，规模化种植的效率比小农户高30%，同样的地能多产20%的粮食哦！ > > > Sidebar Knowledge: The "farmland transfer" you heard of is actually combining many small plots of land and handing

风里飘着刚割过的麦草的清香味，混合着泥土的潮气，扑在脸上软乎乎的。小明坐在奶奶的电动三轮车后座上，手里攥着半把奶奶提前摘的青枣，脚边放着给奶奶带的降压药，车把上挂的狗尾巴草被风吹得晃来晃去，扫过他的胳膊痒酥酥的。他每隔十分钟就要踮一次脚，往村口的方向看——那片他盼了一整个暑假的金黄麦田，应该就在拐过那排白杨树的地方了，风一吹的时候麦浪会翻得像撒了一地的金子，布谷鸟会在田埂上叫，他去年还在里面抓过蚂蚱，塞在裤兜里吓唬小美。 The wind carried the fresh scent of newly cut wheat straw, mixed with the damp smell of soil, brushing softly against their faces. Xiao Ming sat in the back of Grandma's electric tricycle, holding half a handful of green dates Grandma had picked in advance, with a box of blood pressure medicine for Grandma at his feet. The foxtail grass hanging from the handlebar swayed in the wind, brushing his arm ticklishly. He stood on his tiptoes every ten minutes, looking toward the village entrance—the golden wheat field he had looked forward to all summer should be just around the row of poplar trees. When the wind blew, the wheat waves would roll like gold scattered on the ground, cuckoos would call on the field ridges, and he had even caught grasshoppers there last year, stuffing them in his pocket to scare Xiao Mei.

三轮车晃过最后一个土坡，拐过白杨树的时候，小明突然瞪圆了眼睛，手里的青枣“啪嗒”掉在了地上。那片他熟悉的、望不到边的金黄麦田，居然完全消失了，取而代之的是一排排银灰色的厂房，屋顶刷着明亮的蓝色，门口停着好几辆加长的大货车，车厢上印着“未来生物科技”的字样，几个穿白大褂的叔叔正蹲在路边取样，旁边的地上摆着瓶瓶罐罐的试剂，还有一台小型的无人机正在田埂上方飞，摄像头对着下面的土壤转来转去。 The tricycle rattled over the last mound, and when it turned around the poplar trees, Xiao Ming suddenly widened his eyes, and the green date in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud". The familiar, endless golden wheat field had completely disappeared, replaced by rows of silver-gray factory buildings with bright blue roofs. Several large trucks were parked at the entrance, with the words "Future Biotechnology" printed on the carriages. Several uncles in white lab coats were squatting by the road taking samples, with bottles and cans of reagents placed on the ground next to them, and a small drone was flying above the field ridge, its camera spinning toward the soil below.

“奶奶！咱们的麦田呢？”小明扯着嗓子喊，声音里带着点慌，脚已经先一步跳下了三轮车，往以前麦田的方向跑了两步，脚踩在刚翻过的松软泥土上，陷进去半个鞋印。奶奶停稳车，慢悠悠地走过来，手里攥着个铝箔包着的圆滚滚的东西，递到他面前：“傻孩子，喊什么，麦田转给别人啦。现在种地的人少，年轻人都去城里打工，一亩地种小麦一年才赚一千块，还不够在城里租半个月的房子，咱村就把地流转给省城来的企业了，搞什么合成食物的研发。” "Grandma! Where's our wheat field?" Xiao Ming shouted, his voice tinged with panic, his feet already jumping off the tricycle and running two steps toward the direction of the former wheat field, his feet sinking half a footprint into the freshly turned soft soil. Grandma stopped the tricycle steadily and walked over slowly, holding a round aluminum-wrapped thing in her hand, holding it in front of him: "Silly child, what are you shouting for? The wheat field has been transferred to others. There are fewer people farming now, young people all go to work in the city. Growing wheat on one mu of land only earns 1,000 yuan a year, which is not enough to rent an apartment in the city for half a month. Our village transferred the land to an enterprise from the provincial capital to develop synthetic food research."

“合成食物？那是什么？”小明接过铝箔包，烫得他两手倒腾，咬开一个小角，玉米的甜香立刻冒了出来，是他爱吃的奶奶种的后院甜玉米做的饼，可他的眼睛还是盯着厂房的方向，“是不是像科幻电影里那样，用机器做出来的食物？会不会是化学做的，吃了会生病啊？” "Synthetic food? What's that?" Xiao Ming took the aluminum-wrapped package, it was so hot that he transferred it between his two hands, bit open a small corner, and the sweet scent of corn immediately wafted out. It was a cake made from the sweet corn