Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

The sound of banging on the door woke up the sleeping old lady, it turned out to be a false alarm.

"Oh my! We're late! We're late! I felt like I just slept for a while, how come it's so late?"

"Grandma, are you okay? Are you sick? If you feel unwell, you must tell me so that we can take medicine and rest. Don't let a minor illness turn into a major one!" Han Zhaozhao carefully observed the old lady's complexion.

I found that apart from looking a little tired and her face flushed, her complexion was generally fine.

The old lady said a little embarrassedly: "Don't worry, I'm fine, I just went to bed a little late last night and overslept this morning."

Han Zhaozhao: “…”

There was no time for breakfast. The old lady washed her face roughly, smoothed her short hair which was deformed by sleep with her fingers, picked up the lunch box prepared by Han Zhaozhao, and wanted to go out to work.

"Grandma, why are you in such a hurry? It's so cold, how can you go to work without eating breakfast?

Come on, I'll make you some chopped green onion and soy sauce soup, you can soak some steamed bread and eat it before you leave."

"No, it won't do. It's not good to be late. Even though there are only two of us at the scrap recycling station, it's still a legitimate company. I won't eat anymore. I'm in a hurry to get to work!"

Han Zhaozhao: “…”

I admire you. Although you are old, your heart is still young. You are truly a model of dedication to your work!

"What's the harm in being late occasionally? No one will punish you by making you stand in the corner. The worst that can happen is that you will just have two cents deducted from your bonus!

You have just recovered from your illness for a few days, you can't go hungry! I hurriedly boiled water for you, it would be a waste of my efforts if you don't eat it!"

"Okay, okay, I'll have a bite!" The old lady broke the steamed bread into pieces, dipped it into the chopped green onion and soy sauce soup, and started eating it with big mouthfuls.

Old lady: You know what, add chopped green onion soy sauce and a spoonful of oil, pour it over boiling water, and soak it in steamed bread. It tastes pretty good.

After eating a bowl of steamed bread, I immediately felt warm and comfortable!

"If you take a bite, it may not be very soft and a little loose.

I'll make you some fried noodles with lard and flour when I have time. If this happens again, pour some boiling water over it and drink a bowl of the thick noodles. It will definitely warm your stomach.

You can also bring it to work in the future, and you can have a hot lunch with boiled water.”

"No need to be so troublesome! Zhao Zhao, you wash the dishes, I'm going to work first!"

The old lady left in a hurry.

Han Zhaozhao didn't make breakfast either. He roasted a sweet potato under the stove, drank a bowl of boiled water, lit the coal stove with a charcoal fire, and boiled water in a large tin kettle.

After Han Zhaozhao finished cleaning, filled the thermos, sealed the stove door, locked the door and entered the space again.

Start the lawn mower, it's time to start harvesting rice today.

Han Zhaozhao carried a 20-kilogram machine on his back and shuttled through the golden rice fields.

As the blade in front of him swung left and right in a rhythmic motion, the rice seedlings fell down one after another, leaving only neatly arranged rice stubs standing in the field.

After the rice was harvested, Han Zhaozhao felt hungry. She was so busy that she forgot about time.

I found some space to simply stir-fry some scrambled eggs with tomatoes, used a noodle machine to make some fresh noodles and cooked them, washed some green vegetables and put them in, and a simple lunch was ready.

After lunch, Han Zhaozhao entered the space and started tinkering with the thresher.

This was what she bought from an agricultural machinery company in Sichuan Province in her previous life!

The multifunctional thresher can be powered by 220-volt household electricity. It cost her more than yuan and weighs less than kilograms. It can threshe grains, rapeseed, soybeans, corn, and sorghum!

Small universal grain grinding machine for both wet and dry use. Just by hearing the name you can tell how versatile this machine is, right?

Using 220V household electricity, it can grind flour, make grits, and also grind soybean milk, sesame paste, peanut butter...

To put it in an exaggerated way, everything can be grinded! The operation is simple, plug in the lighting power, and the thickness can be adjusted by adjusting the valve of the machine head.

What makes Han Zhaozhao most satisfied is that, equipped with a special grinding head and sieves, it can also shell rice, millet and sorghum!

It is simply a must-have artifact for farmers to grow crops!

With it, in addition to planting and harvesting, it basically provides a one-stop service from threshing, shelling, grinding to pulping.

Although it cost less than ten thousand yuan, it helped Han Zhaozhao a lot in his previous life.

Is the best helper in her space.

If the electric horsepower of a walk-behind tractor were not too small and the fuel engine caused too much pollution, Han Zhaozhao would have installed a few in the space.

However, she did have several large-capacity batteries and small and medium-power motors in the space.

It seems that she needs to find some time to do some research and modify an electric harvester.

Using a gasoline lawn mower not only wastes gasoline, but more importantly, it pollutes the space, which she cannot tolerate.

Niu Xiaoyun might come to play in the afternoon, so Han Zhaozhao didn't dare stay in the space for a long time. After repairing the thresher, he plugged it in and tested the machine to see if it could operate normally. Then Han Zhaozhao hurried out of the space.

The coal stove was sitting idle anyway, so she fried the sesame powder and peanut powder that had been ground in a food processor in advance, added flour, and stir-fried them in an iron pan with lard.

Fry until the flour turns slightly yellow and becomes fragrant, then add a handful of fine salt and stir well before turning off the heat. Han Zhaozhao took the iron pan down and put it aside, waiting for it to cool before being canned.

The aroma of sesame and peanuts was so overbearing that even the cotton door curtain couldn't block it out, and the smell drifted out of the yard through the crack in the door.

Niu Xiaoyun, who was standing at the gate, sniffed the fragrance deeply.

"Oh my god! Did Han Zhaozhao fry sesame salt at home? Why does it smell so good?

Um, no, there is also the smell of cooked peanuts. Did she eat peanut butter at home?"

As soon as she entered the house, Niu Xiaoyun asked casually, "Zhao Zhao, what are you doing eating secretly at home with the door locked? The delicious smell from your house is making the kids next door cry?"

Han Zhaozhao: "The kid next door isn't you? That's too much of an exaggeration. I don't see you crying!"

"My eyes didn't cry, but my mouth did! Look, my saliva almost soaked the front of my cotton-padded jacket."

Han Zhaozhao was dying of laughter. How could she not have realized before that Niu Xiaoyun had a hidden funny side? This guy is also a chatterbox.

"Come in quickly, I just made fried noodles and haven't put them away yet. I'll make you a bowl to try, it's delicious!"

"Here are these biscuits for you. They were sent by my mom from the factory. Don't think they are bad. They are broken and defective. They don't look good, but they taste okay.

Zhao Zhao, what is fried noodles? Do you fry the noodles? Why do you fry the noodles? I have heard of cold noodles, hot noodles, boiled noodles, noodles with soybean paste, noodles with gravy, but I really don’t know what fried noodles are!

Niu Xiaoyun kept talking and asking questions. Han Zhaozhao didn't mind her and took her to look at the fried noodles in the pot.

With Niu Xiaoyun's help, she folded a piece of thick kraft paper, rolled it into a trumpet shape, and poured the cooled fried noodles into a clean malted milk bottle.

This pot of fried noodles filled two bottles, and there was still some left. Han Zhaozhao took two white porcelain bowls, scooped two spoonfuls of fried noodles into each, poured in boiling water...

"Oh, it smells so good! Zhaozhao, this is the smell! Did you put sesame seeds and peanuts in it? I can smell it, it smells so good!

Can I drink it just like that without cooking it?"

Niu Xiaoyun took the spoon Han Zhaozhao handed her and carefully stirred it gently, imitating Han Zhaozhao's way.

"It smells so good! It smells so good! It smells even better than malted milk!"

"Delicious, right? You know how I make it. I'll teach you. You can make some at home and store it. When you're hungry, have a bowl of it. It's as nutritious as malted milk!"

Niu Xiaoyun was eager to learn. She opened her big eyes and listened carefully to Han Zhaozhao's description of the detailed process of making fried noodles step by step.

As she listened, she gradually became depressed.