Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

Han Zhaozhao glanced at the two young men named Li who were squeezed out of the crowd and looked as dazed as two quails soaked in water. They walked out of Yard No. 7 and strolled home.

Instead of watching the fun, she might as well go home and thresh the rice! Han Zhaozhao threshed all the rice she had harvested in the morning before her grandmother got off work.

There was no time to spread it out to dry, so I hurried out to prepare the meal before her grandmother came home.

"Zhao Zhao, what happened in Yard No. 7 today?" The old lady put down the cloth bag and asked her granddaughter.

Han Zhaozhao answered as he went to the main hall to clean up the food: "I don't know what happened specifically, but when I went there, I saw Li Maoren using a kitchen knife, and he must have injured Lin Daqing.

I didn't dare to move forward. Lin Daqing lay on the ground motionless. Li Maoren's wife hugged Lin Daqing and cried miserably.

I heard someone went to the police station to report the case. There was blood and it wasn’t anything to see. People didn’t leave, so I went home.”

The old lady nodded while washing her hands, "You did the right thing, if you can avoid such a lively event, then don't join in.

There is nothing serious going on between the two families. It is just a matter of past events. It is not something you girls should get involved in. You will only dirty your ears if you do so."

Han Zhaozhao nodded repeatedly. Her grandmother protected her tightly and didn't want her to get involved in these dirty things.

She herself was not interested in it. There were so many short videos in her previous life. She had seen all kinds of weird things and had long been immune to them.

"Wow, the rabbit meat stewed tonight is so delicious! Zhaozhao, I've discovered that your cooking skills are getting better and better. Your cooking is even better than mine.

Did you cook multi-grain rice tonight? Wild rabbit meat goes perfectly with dry rice!

What is this bowl? Is it rice paste or flour paste? It smells really good! Did you put sesame seeds and peanuts in it? "

Han Zhaozhao added rice to the bowl and handed it to her, "Try it first. I made some fried noodles today.

I added sesame seeds, peanuts, and lots of oil, and it smells really good!

Milk tastes good. You can take it to work and drink it every day at noon. It is warm and nutritious, and is no worse than malted milk. "

The old lady picked up the bowl and took a sip, "It tastes good, salty, I think it tastes better than malted milk.

Malted milk is too sweet and too expensive, it’s not as delicious as these fried noodles.

However, there are sesame seeds and peanuts in it, which are good things. It should cost a lot to fry a pot. It’s okay to drink it occasionally to supplement your diet, but it’s a waste to eat it as lunch.”

Han Zhaozhao picked up a piece of rabbit meat for the old lady and said, "Nana, no matter how much money you spend, it's not as much as buying a bottle of malted milk!

Besides, flour, sesame seeds and peanuts are all we have at home, so we will eat them anyway. We just spend more time and cook them in different ways, but the ingredients are still the same and we eat them instead of throwing them away, so how can we say it is a waste?

Let's make the dried stuff into soup. I calculated that this should save us some money!

Fried noodles are easy to eat. If you are in a hurry in the morning, you can just make a bowl of it.

Add an extra spoonful of fried noodles to make it thicker, drink a bowl to fill your stomach, and you don’t even need dry food.”

The old lady picked up the fried noodle soup and slurped two more mouthfuls. After thinking about it, she felt that what her granddaughter said was right.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. I'll bring fried noodles for grandma's lunch from now on. How much did you make this time? Do we have enough sesame and peanuts at home?

If it’s a good deal, you can go to the market and buy a few more kilograms when you have time…”

The grandparents and grandchildren chatted while eating.

After eating and washing, the old lady wanted to sew rabbit fur on the woolen hat, but was stopped by Han Zhaozhao.

"Grandma, you can take your sewing work to work tomorrow and go to bed early today.

At this age, staying up late is not good for your health! "

The old lady was a little embarrassed. "When I was young, I could work all night long. Why can't I stay up all night now?"

"Grandma, you also said it was when you were young! Don't you see that you are almost fifty years old now? You just had a serious illness a few days ago. Although you look better, you must not have recovered yet.

Don't scare me, the work can't be done in one day. Anyway, it's winter and there aren't many people selling scraps. You and Grandpa Wang just sit by the fire with your eyes wide open when you have nothing to do. If you bring your company to do it, no one will say anything to you."

"I always feel it's not good to do private work during work hours."

Han Zhaozhao smiled. She knew that her grandmother had not been working for long and took her job too seriously, and had not yet learned to slack off.

"Grandma, when you go to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy things, have you never seen the salespersons knitting sweaters? They are blatantly doing private work, and the leaders have never criticized them.

As long as it doesn't interfere with my work, I'm free anyway, so what's wrong with doing some needlework? Isn't it the same? Don't worry, no one will mind! "

After sending the old lady to sleep on the kang, Han Zhaozhao did not waste electricity. He locked the door and went back to the house, got on the kang and went into the space to work.

She first spread a large poster in the yard and spread the rice out to dry.

Then he carried the lawn mower on his back and went into the millet field to harvest the millet.

After harvesting the millet, he pinched the ears of millet, and then spread them out to dry. He was busy until midnight, then he took a quick shower and went to bed.

The bed was warm, and the kang in the north was indeed comfortable! Han Zhaozhao was tired and sleepy, and he didn't have time to think about anything else, and soon fell asleep.

The next day, the old lady got up early, steamed a pot of vegetable dumplings with radish tops, cooked millet porridge, and ate it with pickled cucumbers and vegetables. She ate it to warm herself up, then went to work with her lunch and needlework.

Han Zhaozhao washed the pots and dishes, cleaned the house, lit the charcoal stove, and followed the same routine as usual, boiling water to fill the thermos, sealed the stove door, and entered the space again.

Well, it’s time to harvest corn today!

He put the lawn mower on his back and started to cut down the tall corn stalks.

The seeds of the first crop of corn had not been cultivated, so they did not grow too big. Each corn plant only produced one cob. It was estimated that at most one thousand kilograms could be harvested per acre.

After the corn was cut down, Han Zhaozhao went out of the space, brought in a small stool, and started sitting on the ground to pick corn.

The soil in this space is fertile, and this crop of corn cobs has no dry tips. Each cob is harvested to the top, and the grains are not very big, but very full.

Han Zhaozhao peeled the husks directly on the corn stalks, broke off the peeled corn and threw it directly into the backpack.

Fortunately, she had nothing to do during this period, so she made baskets and baskets. In addition to those she sold, she still had more than 30 left in her space.

After peeling half of the corn, Han Zhaozhao felt hungry, so he left the space, washed the remaining fresh corn, boiled it in a small iron pot, added a few peppercorns, star anise and coarse salt, and then returned to the space to continue peeling the corn.

Feeling that the time was about right, she took the cooked peanuts down, scooped out a bowl, and poured the rest into a stainless steel basin, storing it in a space to soak for flavor.

I made another bowl of fried noodles and started eating lunch!

Oh, I forgot to leave some tender corn cobs when the corn was filling a few days ago. What a pity! I just remembered it now, but it’s too late. All the corn is old.

After eating a bowl of boiled peanuts and drinking the fried noodle soup, I took a walk and felt full!

Niu Xiaoyun will definitely come to give a report this afternoon, so I won’t be able to work in the fields again!

Han Zhaozhao took a few bundles of yellow broom twigs and placed them in the main room, preparing to weave some more baskets. If they were to be able to hold things, they had to be deep baskets.

Han Zhaozhao took a stool, sat on the ground and started to start working, selecting brambles and putting them in one by one.

Half an hour later, the bottom was ready. She bent the twigs upwards uniformly, tied them up with hemp rope, and began to weave the walls of the basket.

While I was editing the story, there was a loud knock on the door "bang, bang, bang" again.