Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

Mr. Guan took a sip of tea and said, "The Chairman will not compare food and clothing with the feudal bureaucrats of the past!

He lives a very simple life and the food he eats is only slightly better than that of ordinary people like us.

The new society is good! The leaders of the country are just like us ordinary people. They work and get paid. They pay for their own food, accommodation, and clothing..."

Niu Xiaoyun loved listening to anecdotes the most. Grandpa Guan knew a lot of ancient stories. Seeing the two girls sitting quietly and listening happily, he didn't take it seriously and wouldn't interrupt him casually.

This kind of audience is his favorite. They are obedient and sensible, and more importantly, they can support him!

Whenever he talked about something interesting, the two girls would give him the most appropriate interaction.

"really?"

"Oh my god! It's amazing!"

"Never heard of it?"

"In which direction and how far is it from the city?"

"Is it still there? Who is in charge? Can we go and take a look?"

"A tribute? That should be really great. If we go and transplant a seedling, will they give it to us?"

"Where can I buy it in the city now?"

The three generations of grandparents and grandchildren had a very pleasant afternoon. In the cold winter, they sat around the fire drinking tea, chatting, telling stories, and doing handicrafts.

Humans have the strongest adaptability. The poor have their own way of living, and the rich have their own way of living.

After a few months, there is no Internet, no TV, no mobile phone, and everything has returned to its original state.

Han Zhaozhao adapted very well!

The pace of life has slowed down and I feel more relaxed.

She felt like it was pretty good to live a slow-paced life after retirement with the body of a child!

In one afternoon, Han Zhaozhao collected a lot of information from Grandpa Guan, which was very helpful for her future space construction.

The harvest was great and she was very satisfied!

Grandpa Guan left with Niu Xiaoyun. Han Zhaozhao gave the old man a bottle of honey, a small bag of dried sweet potatoes, and a bag of fried noodles.

"We don't have any sealed jars at home. Go home and find a clean malted milk bottle to pour it out. It will easily get damp in the paper bag and form lumps, which is not good."

"Oh, little one, why are you so nagging? Did you learn it from your grandma?

I'm old, but not stupid. Don't worry, there are empty bottles at home and I will fill them up when I get home.

But this honey is really good. I happened to have a cough these days, and drinking some honey water is just the right thing to do.

Zhao Zhao, if you meet that honey seller again, don’t forget to buy an extra bottle. I’ll pay you when you come back!”

Han Zhaozhao: You would never imagine in your dreams that the person in front of you is really an old lady. It is her instinct to nag, and it is impossible to change it in a short time.

Old Master Guan came to the door carrying things and returned with a full load. He went home happily carrying the basket.

Han Zhaozhao brought a dozen jujubes for Niu Xiaoyun. Seeing that she liked them, she also packed about a pound of dried sweet potatoes for her.

When she returned home, Niu Xiaoyun was scolded by her brother and sister again.

Niu Xiaoyun: "I didn't want to take it either, but Zhao Zhao was too enthusiastic and I couldn't refuse!"

After seeing off the two visitors, Han Zhaozhao saw that there was still enough time, so he hurried into the space to pick up the eggs.

She had been so busy these days that she had forgotten to pick up the eggs. If she didn't, she was afraid the hens would start sitting on brooding eggs.

I picked up hundreds of eggs at once and put them in a basket, mostly chicken eggs and duck eggs.

The goose opened its crotch and laid eggs. Han Zhaozhao looked at the big, white goose eggs in his hand and his mouth was watering. He wanted to eat them!

In later times, goose eggs cost eight or nine yuan each, and they were all raised in captivity and fed with feed.

Although the chickens, ducks and geese in her space were also kept in captivity, they were not fed any feed. She scattered wild vegetable seeds, and they ate the wild vegetables when they grew, and ate the wild vegetable seeds when they did not have time to grow up.

Every now and then, she would catch some small fish and pick some green vegetables for them, and they ate better than her milk!

In the evening, Han Zhaozhao made a stew of salted pork and cabbage vermicelli, boiled a circle of cornmeal pancakes, cooked multi-grain porridge, and fried two large goose eggs with green onions.

At the dinner table, the old lady pointed at the goose eggs and asked, "Zhao Zhao, how much is the goose egg you bought? It's more fragrant and delicious than the ones I ate before. I don't know what they feed it with?"

Han Zhaozhao: Her grandmother is in better health than before, even her tongue works better. She hasn't eaten goose eggs for a long time, but she can actually taste the difference.

"Grandma, these goose eggs are sold by farmers in the countryside, they are eight cents each, not cheap!

People say that geese don’t like to lay eggs in winter because the price has increased. His geese are fed snail shells and bean dregs because his family makes tofu.

"Why didn't you buy some tofu? I haven't eaten it for a long time, and I'm craving for it!"

Han Zhaozhao: "We went too late, they're all sold out!"

But I thought in my heart: If she wants to take advantage of me, it’s not difficult to do so. I can arrange it for her as soon as she finishes harvesting the crops!

By then, tofu, tofu skin, dried tofu, soy milk, and tofu pudding will all be prepared for you.

I’m not afraid that you won’t eat it, I’m just afraid that you’ll get hurt from eating it!

They can harvest more than 1,000 kilograms of soybeans in the first crop. There are only two of them in the family, and they cannot finish eating them even if they lie down.

She had to plan ahead and find a way to get some large vats into the space. She would squeeze sesame oil, soybean oil, and peanut oil in the future, and storage was a problem.

There are indeed many plastic boxes and buckets in the space, but none of them can appear outside the space.

In 1958, most of the oil containers on the market were large vats, clay jars, pottery jars and glass bottles.

I heard that plastic barrels already existed in foreign countries, but they were made of what later generations called raw plastic. They were thick and rough, and not as strong as the finished products produced later.

But it has not been seen in China, and the old-fashioned utensils are still used.

It seems to be okay in the army. Some people use big iron barrels, but they are just gasoline barrels with a different name.

It was cold, so the grandparents finished their meal, cleaned up and washed up, and went to bed early.

The old lady thought it over and decided not to do the work at home if she could get the job at the company. She would not waste her family's electricity by working by lamplight. She would sit in the house to work at night. No matter how warm the kang was, she would still feel cold if she didn't move.

Anyway, there are few customers visiting the scrap collection station during the day, so the two employees would light the stove in the duty room. Old Wang dozed off with his eyes squinted, and she felt uncomfortable being idle, so she did some needlework to make time pass faster.

Han Zhaozhao entered the space early. After peeling the corn and drying it, she picked mung beans, red beans and broad beans and dried them all in the open space in front of the yard. Only then did she breathe a sigh of relief.

After picking all the strawberries, he rinsed them and ate a plate of them with "baji, baji", then picked up a bamboo rake to turn over the grains that were drying in the sun.

I went to the cotton and sweet potato fields to make plans for working in the fields tomorrow.

It’s time to pick the cotton, and the sweet potatoes can still continue to grow, so there’s no rush to harvest them.

After the observation, she felt a little regretful. She had never grown cotton in space in her previous life and had no experience.

In fact, cotton, like sesame, can grow indefinitely.

To prevent the sesame pods from exploding, they need to be cut off so that they can be harvested uniformly and in time.

But cotton is not afraid of exploding, so it is picked while it blooms.

She shouldn't have pruned the cotton plants. She only needed to remove the branches and clean the old leaves at the bottom, allowing the cotton to grow into tall and big cotton trees. Wouldn't the yield be higher?

As long as we control the height of the cotton to make it easier to pick it, wouldn't it be possible to plant it once and harvest it for several years?

Look, she has been farming all her life, but she is still not a qualified farmer.

Whoever said that being a farmer doesn't require skills, come out and see if she doesn't beat him to death.

A good farmer must not only have strength, patience, experience, but also skills!

You need to be able to observe the weather, understand the solar terms, know the characteristics of crops, observe the terrain, and be familiar with what kind of crops can be grown in different soil types!

Look, which one is not a professional skill?