Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

Han Zhaoshi beat the cloth vigorously while imparting her experience to her granddaughter. She didn't know how to do this skill and had never seen it before. Han Zhaozhao asked while studying hard:

"Grandma, this is too much trouble! After starching, the fabric will become stiff and hard. How can it be comfortable and soft when covered with it?

It would be much easier if you could tear off a piece of cloth and make a cover to put outside. Not only would it be easier to wash when it gets dirty, but you wouldn't have to take it apart and wash it several times a year. It would be so troublesome to take it apart, wash it, starch it, and then redo it.

In later generations, who still washes bedding? They all use quilt covers and sheets, which are so easy to clean!

Grandma taught Han Zhaozhao a lesson: "Child, you are so easy to talk about. Do you know how much a foot of cloth costs now?

It only takes six or seven feet of cloth to make a new piece of clothing, but it takes twenty-eight feet of cloth to make a quilt, including the lining and the cover. Even if you use the cheapest coarse cotton cloth, it costs more than thirty cents per foot, and with the cotton thread it costs seven or eight dollars.

Go out and look around, which family would be so wasteful? Not to mention others, just look at Xiaolian's family in the next yard. There are nine people in the family, and only her father and grandfather have jobs, but none of them can afford a set of clothes.

Xiaolian's sister is ten years old, and she has never worn a complete piece of clothing. The two sisters wear the same clothes and usually never leave the alley.

Besides, seven or eight dollars is enough for Xiaolian’s family of nine to live on for a month, not to mention my mother and I!

If you spend money to buy cloth just for the sake of cleanliness and convenience, you will definitely be beaten if you tell others about it! We are not landlords or capitalists, so how can we have so much money to be so particular? "

Han Zhaozhao was silent and careless. She had a preconceived idea. This was the 1950s, just a few years after the founding of the People's Republic of China, not the future she had lived in.

Now not only are the people poor, but the country is not rich either. The supply of food and clothing is very limited. Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, the polarization between the rich and the poor was serious, and the living standards of the exploiting class and the exploited class were very different. Otherwise, why would the country implement unified purchase and sale!

People in later generations said that this system was unfair, as there was basically no difference in the materials allocated to people who worked more or less. However, it must be said that the unified purchase and sale system ensured that the vast majority of people could obtain basic living materials.

Everyone doesn't earn much money, especially in families with many children and few working people. It is no exaggeration to say that every penny counts.

Ordinary people generally have low incomes, and a large number of families cannot even meet basic needs for food and clothing, let alone keeping warm.

Most of the people living in their alley are ordinary families. If there are two or three people in the family with income, they already have a good life.

There are only two of them. They had their own businesses before the founding of the People's Republic of China. Now that the country has implemented public-private partnerships, they have become very low-key.

In the past, you could often smell the smell of stewed meat in the alleys, but now you can only smell it once every half a month, and the wealthy families have become much more restrained.

They mostly ate coarse grains, and wore old clothes. Although there was still no patch on their bodies, they no longer wore silk or satin, but changed into Western clothes and suits all day long.

It seems that no matter what era, there is no shortage of smart people. Han Zhaozhao thought to herself, she didn't hold her mouth shut! She must learn from this and try to speak less. She can't just say whatever she wants.

Her ideas are still incompatible with this society. If she says this outside, she might get beaten, make others jealous, and very likely bring disaster to her family.

Han Zhaozhao nodded and didn't dare to say a word. She obediently helped her grandmother hang the starched cloth on the clothesline one by one and stretch it flat.

"Aunt Han, Aunt Han? Is anyone home?" The sound of door knockers was heard outside the door.

The two looked at each other, and Han Zhao said to her granddaughter, "Zhao Zhao, I'll go open the door. You take the basin to the kitchen and wash out the big pot."

The person who came in was a woman in her thirties, not tall, thin, with short hair that reached her ears and a steel clip on one side.

He was wearing a blue suit with at least five or six patches on his jacket and pants, and he was holding a little girl of about four or five years old in his hands.

"It's Aunt Wang from the back street! How come you have time to come visit? What's the matter?"

Han Zhao led the person in, picked up a stool and handed it to Widow Wang, without letting her in. "Auntie Wang, I'm not trying to pick a fight, but you're not young anymore.

When you enter someone's house, you can't just open your mouth and ask if anyone is home. If it's a polite family, not only will they not welcome you, but if you meet someone with a bad temper, they might even get angry.

How can there be no one in such a big house? What is this saying? You have to ask, who is home?

You have a child with you, and the child will learn to speak from adults, right?"

Han Zhao was somewhat disgusted and upset. As soon as Widow Wang came, she knew why. Looking at the child she brought, it was already October, and he was still wearing a single piece of clothing that was too short for his arms and legs.

I won't mention the patches on top of the patches, we are so poor now. But you should tidy up the children's house!

The child's hair was like the weeds that roll everywhere in the fields in autumn, tangled up and tangled like a little lunatic. His face was chapped with dirt, as if he hadn't washed it for half a year.

When the slug crossed the river, the child would make a "snorting" sound and then lick it with his tongue.

But it made Han Zhaoshi so disgusted!

Her family had been poor, and she had to eat when she was a child, but she had never allowed herself to be so dirty. Even with this style, she dared to say that she would not be able to get a mouthful of leftover rice or soup from anyone's house.

"Aunt Han, I'm sorry, I don't know how to speak. I forgot that someone in your family just passed away, and I upset you. It's my fault.

I just want to tell you that we are all relatives of martyrs and should help each other. Director Zhang told me that there are two job opportunities now, please decide on one first.

I have been running around for half a year, but I still haven't been assigned a job. I have many children, and I am a widow and orphan, so I can't make ends meet.

My family really doesn't have enough food to eat. Our situation is much more difficult than yours. Please, give me the job at the restaurant!"

It sounds like there's some shady deal between her and the neighborhood committee. She'd been running around for half a year but wasn't given a job, but when she went there herself, she was given one. Is she allowed to choose the good jobs?

Han Zhao said with a straight face: "Auntie Wang, why do I find your words so uncomfortable?

There are many people in the entire Dongcheng District looking for jobs. Is there any household that doesn’t have people sitting at home waiting for a job opportunity?

We are not the only two families of military martyrs who need to be taken care of! Is it strange that you have been running for half a year? I heard from the neighborhood committee that there are more than a dozen families of military martyrs waiting! Some have waited for two or three years.

Our two families were also in the lead. The neighborhood committee only got the two places yesterday afternoon. They are worried about who to give them to with so many people and it will be difficult to explain to the other families.

We went there at the right time and happened to get the news. The neighborhood committee was afraid that if everyone knew about it, there would be conflicts, so they agreed to the agreement between our two families.

Speaking of difficulties, who doesn’t have more difficulties than who? What’s wrong with you having three children? The government still gives three sets of child support for three children. You are younger and stronger than me!

My family is in a much more difficult situation than yours. My son and daughter-in-law haven't come back yet. I'm an old lady of such an old age, and I have to raise such a young child. After all, you are younger and can wait. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future.

My family's pensions haven't come in yet, and my mother and I haven't had enough to eat this month. Isn't it worse off than yours?"

Widow Wang hugged her little girl, curled up and looked pitiful. She didn't expect the old lady could talk more than her. She couldn't beat the old lady in showing her misery, and she was at a loss for words for a moment.

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