Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

Her mouth is really amazing!

She saved all the newly harvested Jingxi Imperial Rice and Nanyuan Rice for seeds and planted them again. She only harvested over 100 kilograms of ordinary rice and mixed only one-fifth of it into the rice jar. Her grandmother could already tell the difference in taste.

Now she began to worry. After the second crop of Jingxi Imperial Rice and Nanyuan Rice was harvested, what excuse would she use to free up the space?

You should know that the rice produced from Jingxi Imperial Rice is slightly reddish in color, and the rice porridge cooked from it is green in color and has a thick layer of rice oil.

The grains of Nanyuan rice are as transparent as quartz, and the rice cooked with it is sweet and fragrant. It is said that the fragrance of rice cooked by one family can spread for five miles.

Especially after the space optimization cultivation, the quality of rice will definitely be improved. When the harvest comes, should she take it out or not? This is really a difficult question!

Han Zhaozhao was worried secretly, but her grandmother was oblivious.

"Oh, that's really rare! The water from Yuquan Mountain was used to feed the palace and high officials. I heard it's very sweet and good for your health if you drink it often!"

The old lady smiled and said, "I haven't tasted the water from Yuquan Mountain yet! I wonder if it tastes as good as the water from our well? The water from our well is quite sweet, and there is no trace of rust when it is boiled."

Han Zhaozhao: I don’t know whether the water in our well can compare with the water from Yuquan Mountain, but the water in our water tank is incomparable to the water from Yuquan Mountain.

"Grandma, do you think that the water in our house and the water in Yuquan Mountain are from the same source? It is very likely that the water we drink is from Yuquan Mountain!"

"Well! This statement is not impossible! I have never drunk the water from Yuquan Mountain, so I don't know how it tastes, but the well water in our house is indeed the best water I have ever drunk in my life.

It’s the century-old well water from my hometown in Shandong, which is incomparable to the mountain water in the Northeast.

A few days ago, when I was playing with my old sisters, they reminded me and I realized that, look, your grandma’s hair has not had any white hair in these years.

Hehe, unlike your grandmother Qian and grandmother Fang, they are old and gray-haired, and they look as if they are ten years older than me. "

Han Zhaozhao: You didn't look in the mirror. Half of your hair turned white a while ago! If you hadn't gradually replaced the water in the tank, you wouldn't know how old you would look now!

"Grandma, this well of ours might be on a dragon vein. It's a treasure well!"

The old lady is very superstitious. Han Zhaozhao led the topic to her numbness. Believe it or not, just continue to fool her!

"Yes, yes, yes! Our family has so many guardian deities enshrined, they must be blessing our family!"

Han Zhaozhao: If the guardian deity is really powerful, why didn’t he save her parents’ lives?

Only the old lady believes this, she doesn't!

However, the guardian deity of the family has been worshipped by her grandmother for so many years, so shouldn’t she also make some contribution to the family?

Otherwise, if something happens in the future that I can't explain, I can just put the blame on them, but I don't know if that will work?

"Oh, grandma, Director Zhang and the others are promoting that the country is now breaking down feudal superstitions. Our family's guardian deity is still enshrined in the storehouse. It would be bad if outsiders saw it.

Some young people are even more reckless. If they knew that we have a guardian deity in our house, would they cause trouble?"

"They dare not. We are relatives of military martyrs!" The old lady was stubborn, but she thought of how a group of young people smashed up a capitalist's house yesterday and sent the brass Buddha and Guanyin statues to the scrap collection station.

She was shocked. Some young people are really lawless and dare to do anything.

I heard that the capitalist had supported the anti-Japanese forces in the past, and that there were officials in his family.

They just smashed it down as they pleased, no one cared or asked anything. No one cared whether you had made any contribution in the past or not. They just found a reason that was not a reason and started doing it.

To put it bluntly, the guardian deity she worships is just a folk monster with some magical powers, which cannot be compared with the righteous gods like Buddhas and Bodhisattvas.

When these people go crazy, they even smash gods, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas. In their eyes, the guardian deities are nothing.

The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. That night, the old lady and her granddaughter overturned the altar.

All the guardian deities in the house were moved to the basement, and a new altar was set up using wooden boxes.

The old lady prepared offerings overnight, burned incense and kowtowed, mumbling something, trying to seek forgiveness from the guardian deity.

Lying on the kang, Han Zhaozhao laughed so hard that her stomach hurt. Her grandmother was too pious, the most faithful believer in the guardian deity she had ever seen in her two lifetimes!

That night, Han Zhaozhao entered the space and picked up the potatoes, radishes and cabbages.

We can't let them grow any longer, or they will become monsters!

Each cabbage grew to more than ten pounds, each radish was one meter tall, and a nest of potatoes weighed more than ten pounds, with each weighing more than a pound.

Han Zhaozhao regretted it. The yield of these vegetables was too high and they could not be taken out whole.

If you want to give her milk, you have to process it. Oh my god, she is already busy with the crops, how can you ask her to process vegetables?

forget it!

Han Zhaozhao decided that he would never grow so many vegetables again!

The New Year is coming soon. After picking peanuts, Han Zhaozhao is thinking about how to extract oil.

There really were no tools for pressing oil in her space.

For several days in a row, Han Zhaozhao sneaked into the oil mill to observe people pressing oil.

The oil mill has been a joint venture between the public and private sectors since last year. She observed that the oil mill has also started to upgrade after the joint venture, and the jack technology is used in the step of pressing cakes and squeezing oil.

She went to the oil mill for several days in a row and became familiar with the workers. They thought she was greedy and came to ask for oil-dregs cakes, so they secretly put a handful of oil-dregs cakes in her overall pocket.

Han Zhaozhao: There are many benefits to being sweet-mouthed. You will never be hungry anywhere!

At that time, the oil mills mainly produced soybean oil and rapeseed oil. There was very little peanut oil raw material, and I heard that it was only produced a few times a year.

Han Zhaozhao discovered that the job of oil pressing was not difficult until you saw it. It seemed not difficult at first glance, but it was a bit too strenuous!

To extract soybean oil, you need to crush the soybeans, remove the hulls, stir-fry the ingredients, steam them, and then wrap the embryos and press them.

It’s too complicated. It’s really not easy to get ready-made soybean oil and peanut oil.

Han Zhaozhao observed for a few days and found that the oil mill actually accepted processing of imported materials, which made her very happy.

The ready-made workers and workshops will go to waste if you don’t use them, and will be worth it if you use them!

The processing fee for one hundred kilograms of soybeans is one yuan and fifty cents, which can produce about ten to fifteen kilograms of soybean oil. The oil yield varies depending on the quality of the soybeans provided by the owner, and the oil mill does not guarantee the weight.

The oil mill will return as much bean cake as it produces, and will not deduct a single pound.

Han Zhaozhao thought it was a good fit and he didn't have to worry about anything but providing the raw materials.

The next morning, after sending her grandmother to work, Han Zhaozhao packed a sack of soybeans and another cloth bag, totaling 200 kilograms. She tied the bags to a cart and pushed it to the oil mill.

"Little girl, why are you here again today? Are you pushing soybeans?

Hey, you've been hanging around for a few days, why don't you come over here in advance to see how much gas we have?"

Uncle Jiang, who had given her bean curd cakes, smiled when he saw her. This little girl is interesting, with a pair of big twinkling eyes. She is really smart!

"Hehe, my great-grandfather's family in the countryside received a lot of soybeans this year, and the soybeans planted in their private plots also had a good harvest. We can't eat them all, so we want to grind them into soybean oil and exchange them for some money to build a house.

No one in my family can read, and they’ve never made oil by themselves before. Aren’t you afraid of being ripped off?

Hehe, rural people are timid because they were cheated in the old society. Don't be surprised! "

Master Jiang laughed and waved his hand nonchalantly, "What's the big deal? It's normal! In the past, who would make their own oil?

Those who can press oil by themselves are at least landlords and rich peasants. Now in New China, families with large populations can get more soybeans in autumn, and it has only been in recent years that they can press oil by themselves.

By the way, doesn’t their village have an oil mill? Why did they come all the way to the city to press oil?”