Dreaming of Lion Rock: Recipe in Hand

In the afterglow of the setting sun, at the foot of the majestic Lion Rock, a group of low and dilapidated thatched houses form a village, which is known to the world as the Lion Rock Village.

No, it is no longer called Shizishan Village. It has been renamed the Fourth Production Brigade of Shengli Commune!

The members of the Fourth Production Team of Shengli Commune worked all day and hurried back to the village, carrying hoes and backpacks.

It was the busy farming season, and the entire production team was busy tidying up the ridges and preparing to grow rice seedlings, and they were busy until the evening.

Chunni was no exception. She returned home tiredly with her younger brothers Xiazhi, Donglin and younger sister Qiuguo.

They were as pale and thin as the other villagers, some even thinner than others, and looked severely malnourished. It was obvious at a glance that they lived in poor conditions.

Yes, when you are without parents, it’s good enough to be alive. How good can you live!

Only God, the earth, and myself know the sadness in this.

Chunni, the eldest sister, put down her backpack, hurriedly washed her hands in the small broken basin at the door, then bent down and went into the kitchen.

Dinner was simple, a handful of rice, a few sweet potatoes, boiled into porridge, and a small bowl of pickled cabbage. Although simple, it was a rare good meal at this time.

In Chunni's memory, the most unpalatable thing was the cornmeal pancakes. The fresh corn and corn cobs were ground into paste and fried into pancakes. They looked yellow, fresh and delicious, but in fact, they were very hard to swallow.

Qiu Guo followed him into the kitchen, took a broken stool and sat in front of the stove to light the fire. His small body became blurry under the flickering light of the fire, and his voice seemed a little ethereal.

"Sister, I heard that Aunt Wang's family next door had a new member today."

Aunt Wang was good at giving birth to four sons and a daughter for the Wen family. In other times, the old ladies in Shizi Village would have envied so many sons. But in this era where you have to use all your strength to survive, having more children means you have more to eat. In the years when the children were still young, only Aunt Wang and her husband earned work points in the Wen family, and the eight people in the family were waiting for food. Slowly, year after year, their family became one of the poorest families in the village. Fortunately, there is strength in numbers, and they are the best at fighting, so no one in the village dares to bully the Wen family.

Today, the Wen family only used a bag of sweet potatoes to exchange for a daughter-in-law. This shows that human life is worthless, especially the life of a girl, which is like a rootless duckweed, drifting with the current, and whether it can find a harbor depends on fate!

Life! Chunni sneered disdainfully.

"Haha, that's great." Chunni replied and covered the pot. The simple kitchen fell into silence again except for the gurgling sound of the pot.

It's not that Chunni didn't want to say something, she just didn't have the energy. She was exhausted after a long day, and even talking seemed like a waste of time.

Chunni is a three-good youth who grew up under the red flag and resisted feudal superstition since childhood. She fainted on the way home because of staying up late to work overtime, and then her soul inexplicably came to the spring of 1976.

At that time, the original owner's parents passed away one after another, and Chunni, who had just turned sixteen, could not bear the blow and fell ill.

I don’t know whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, but the original owner didn’t survive and passed away with his parents.

I don't know what the opportunity was, but she became the Chunni she is today.

From then on, she, her younger brother Xia Zhi, Dong Lin and her younger sister Qiu Guo lived together, relying on each other for warmth.