Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

Well, as expected, it’s Niu Xiaoyun again!

"Zhao Zhao, you left too early yesterday! You didn't know that the police came and arrested Uncle Mao Ren and Yang Shuihua.

Lin Daqing is such a bad guy. He was not hurt in any vital parts but was stabbed twice. He even lay on the ground pretending to be dead to scare people!

When the police arrived, he was able to get up. The police saw that he was only slightly injured!"

Han Zhaozhao: "He's quite cunning! If he hadn't pretended to be dead, he might have really died with the way he acted yesterday!

Your uncle Maoren is obviously stimulated and has gone crazy and can't control himself."

Niu Xiaoyun gnashed her teeth, looking indignant, "He got off so easy, he's so mean, he deserves to be killed!

Let me tell you, do you know why Uncle Maoren went crazy? "

Han Zhaozhao continued working and shook his head, "I don't know!"

Niu Xiaoyun: "Yang Shuihua and Lin Daqing were having sex on Uncle Maoren's bed, and Uncle Maoren blocked them on the bed.

Those two were shameless and asked Uncle Mao Ren to guard the door. Uncle Mao Ren's two sons had something to do when they returned home, so Uncle Mao Ren risked his life to save his sons' reputation.

Zhao Zhao, you said Uncle Mao Ren is too honest, does such a person deserve to be bullied by a couple of dogs and men?"

Han Zhaozhao had a blank expression on his face: "Maybe it's Zhou Yu fighting Huang Gai!"

Niu Xiaoyun, who was speaking in great anger, did not understand: "Who beat Huang Gai? Who is Huang Gai? Zhao Zhao, let's talk about Uncle Maoren's family. What does it have to do with the Huang family? Is he a relative of theirs?"

Han Zhaozhao shook his head, "No!"

"Why did he beat someone up if it wasn't his fault? What does it have to do with him? Uncle Maoren and his wife were arrested and taken to the police station, so why did Huang get involved in the beating?

He is really bored and looking for trouble. Isn't he afraid of being arrested and taken to the police station?"

Han Zhaozhao quickened her pace in weaving the basket as it was soon time to finish it, and her attention was completely focused on the work in her hands.

He responded casually: "Well, I'm not afraid!"

If the police had this ability, it would be the greatest miracle of this century.

"Zhao Zhao, why are you weaving baskets again? All the ones you made before have been sold out."

Niu Xiaoyun was a child who could observe things. She saw that Han Zhaozhao didn't care much about the gossip about the Li family, so she changed the subject and talked about something else. Anyway, she and her little friend always had things to talk about.

"Well, they're all sold out, so I'll make a few for my own home!"

Silence is golden, she doesn't want to talk, she wants to save money!

Niu Xiaoyun moved a small stool and sat next to Han Zhaozhao. She handed her the yellow broom twigs and watched her weaving the basket.

"It looks easy. Zhao Zhao, please move aside and let me try to learn it."

Want to learn a skill? This is good, much better than going out to gossip!

Little girls, it’s okay to be curious. There are some things you can talk about, but there are other things you shouldn’t comment on. Just listen. It’s good enough to know the truth!

The long mouth is mainly used for eating, not for being talkative and causing trouble.

Since ancient times, adultery has led to deaths. Han Zhaozhao was certain that the incident in Courtyard No. 7 was still to come!

If things go wrong, your family might even be broken up.

As a good friend, Han Zhaozhao decided to pour some cold water on the fanatical Niu Xiaoyun to cool her down.

"Xiao Yun, my grandma said that I can't get involved in the affairs of the Li and Lin families. The ice is three feet thick and it didn't freeze overnight. There are many deep waters here!

Wait for your mom to get off work tonight and tell her about this. She will definitely understand!"

Niu Xiaoyun uttered a dejected "hmm", and the two of them never mentioned the matter again. They focused their attention on weaving baskets.

"Bang, bang, bang" There was a knock on the door. The two looked at each other and wondered who came again. Could it be Xue Ying?

Han Zhaozhao welcomed the person in, and it turned out to be Mr. Guan.

"Zhao Zhao, your uncle Guan sent me some red dates and wolfberries from the northwest. Your grandma is not in good health, so I'll send some to your family so that your grandma can eat a few every morning and evening. They are very nourishing."

As they walked towards the main room, the old man handed Han Zhaozhao a small basket filled with three pounds of dates and a bag of wolfberries wrapped in brown paper, which looked like it weighed about one pound.

This small basket was woven by Han Zhaozhao. The jujubes are as big as eggs, with thick flesh and small core. They are typical Northwestern Hotan jujubes, which take up most of the basket.

After entering the house, Grandpa Guan saw Niu Xiaoyun there, and said with a smile: "Xiaoyun is playing here? Zhaozhao, wash a few jujubes for Xiaoyun to eat. You can put away the rest and leave them for your grandmother."

Niu Xiaoyun: "Hello, Grandpa Guan, please sit down. I won't get up until I open my hands. Please forgive me.

Was this the date that Uncle Guan sent you a few days ago? I won’t eat it, so I’ll leave it for you guys! Will Uncle Guan and his family come back to celebrate the New Year this year?”

"Not necessarily. The letter says it's fake. Who knows? It's so far away, and transportation is inconvenient. You have to depend on the weather to catch the bus. If it snows heavily, you won't be able to come back!"

Han Zhaozhao washed a dozen dates and handed them to Niu Xiaoyun.

"Put it aside for now. I can't eat it while I'm working!"

There is nothing that cannot be eaten. Children nowadays are sensible and will definitely be reluctant to eat it, thinking of taking it back to share with their family members.

Han Zhaozhao understood it all and didn't say anything. She placed the dates on the eight-immortals table, heated the teapot, and made chrysanthemum tea that she had made herself for the old man.

After thinking about it, I realized that there was nothing to eat with tea at home, so I put the wafer biscuits that Niu Xiaoyun brought me yesterday into a small plate, went to the kitchen cupboard and took out the dried sweet potatoes I had dried myself and the fried Trichosanthes seeds I had prepared in the kitchen, put them in a small porcelain plate, and placed it on the eight-immortals table.

"Grandpa Guan, we don't have many snacks at home, so we can't get enough of four. Please don't be offended. I made these two by myself when I was free. Please try them and see if they suit your taste."

Grandpa Guan smiled as he watched Han Zhaozhao busying himself, and waved his hand, "Let's not talk about those old etiquettes. Now every household relies on supply, which is very good."

He picked up a Trichosanthes seed and ate it, nodding and saying, "Zhao Zhao, this is the Trichosanthes seed you picked on the mountain!

This is delicious, more fragrant than sunflower seeds, and the heat is just right.

Not bad, it seems that after your grandma went to work, you can handle all the household chores!"

"Hehe, my grandma said so, so I'll eat it!"

Then he replaced Niu Xiaoyun and said, "Xiaoyun, take a break and go drink tea and chat with Grandpa Guan.

There is a tea bowl on the table, pour yourself some water. Try the dried sweet potato and Trichosanthes seeds I made, I think they are good. "

Niu Xiaoyun washed her hands, poured tea for Mr. Guan, and then poured herself a cup.

While eating melon seeds, he kept nodding his head, "Zhao Zhao, the melon seeds you fried are really fragrant and delicious.

This is my first time eating it! Next year, when you go up the mountain to pick Trichosanthes, don't forget to bring me along.

No wonder I haven’t seen you since the beginning of autumn. You really brought home a lot of good stuff this year!"

Han Zhaozhao: "This is my first time making it, too. I've never heard of Trichosanthes before."

Grandpa Guan chewed dried sweet potatoes leisurely, "Seeing that you have all grown up, it's time to run more in the mountains.

Even though the mountains in our capital are not like the primeval forests in the Northeast, there are still many good things in the mountains.

Back then, most of them were private properties of princes and nobles. They had pastures, orchards, and they grew flowers, medicinal herbs, and raised animals, which could provide food and necessities for the wealthy families all year round.

There are many hot spring resorts in the suburbs of Beijing, with fresh flowers and fruits all year round. Even if it snows heavily, you can still eat fresh vegetables! "

Han Zhaozhao pricked up his ears to listen to the old man's stories, while Niu Xiaoyun's eyes widened and she exclaimed from time to time, "Oh my God! Did rich people enjoy such a good life in the past?

Isn't that better than what the Chairman eats?"