Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

Master Jiang was also worried, "It shouldn't be possible! This kid should still be able to do it.

You see, in order to avoid being at a disadvantage, she spends several days to get a rough idea before applying the oil. She is a very cautious person.

This child knows what is good for her. I gave her a handful of bean cake residue and she gave me a pound of oil. She is very thoughtful.

I don’t think she would go back on her word.”

After a pause, he added, "Unless you fail to convince the villagers! Then no one can do anything about it."

The bald master shook his head without hope: "I hope so!"

Han Zhaozhao pushed the oil cylinder, turned a corner, passed a T-junction, looked left and right and saw no one passing by, so he put the car down, untied the rope, and put the car and the cylinder into the space.

He took out a basket of pheasant eggs and wild duck eggs that had been prepared long ago from the space and carried it home.

"Little ball, banana and pear, Malan blooms on the twenty-one. Twenty-five-six, twenty-five-seven, twenty-eight-twenty-nine-thirty-one. Huh? Zhao Zhao, Han Zhao Zhao!" As soon as I entered the alley, I unexpectedly met Xue Ying and Xiao E who were skipping rubber rope with their friends.

"Zhao Zhao, where did you pick up those pheasant eggs? Oh, and wild duck eggs too?"

Xue Ying, Xiao E and a group of girls had no time to play anymore. When they heard that Han Zhaozhao had picked up a lot of eggs, they immediately swarmed over.

"Zhao Zhao, when you went to pick up pheasant eggs, why didn't you ask us to come with you? That's really disloyal!"

Xue Ying said angrily: "Han Zhaozhao, you sneaked away to eat alone again. You are so stingy! We will never play with you again!"

Han Zhaozhao: You talk as if I like playing with you! You even want to isolate me, how childish!

"Oh, it's winter now, the eggs laid by the domestic hens will freeze if you pick them up too late, where can I get so many eggs?

Why are you so angry? I bought it at the market! Humph! You didn't ask clearly and threatened me that you won't play with me. I won't play with you either!"

Han Zhaozhao pushed Xue Ying away angrily and went home in a huff.

"Zhao Zhao, don't be angry, we are wrong! Put down the basket and come out to jump rubber rope together!"

Xiao'e apologized loudly behind them, saying that they were wrong for getting angry at Zhao Zhao without asking clearly.

Han Zhaozhao didn't even turn his head, but waved his hand and replied, "You guys can have fun, I have to go home and check on the stove. It's too much trouble to burn it out and then regenerate it!"

After returning home and poking open the stove, Han Zhaozhao put the eggs in place, caught a wild rooster from the space, killed it, boiled the chicken with water, and plucked its feathers.

After cleaning up, she stewed the wild rooster. Unfortunately, there were no wild mushrooms in her space, otherwise, stewing the wild pheasant with wild mushrooms would be a perfect match.

Unfortunately, there are not many kinds of mushrooms in the mountains of the capital. She has never seen a single one after going up the mountain so many times.

The pheasant was almost cooked, so Han Zhaozhao took out a potato from the space, cut it into dice and put it in. Finally, he broke off a piece of rice noodles and threw it into the pot.

Okay, dinner is pheasant stewed with potato vermicelli!

It would be a bit of a waste to have porridge with this dish, so Han Zhaozhao dug out a bowl of rice from the space and cooked it.

I went to the backyard vegetable garden and dug up some spinach plants and made some spinach and egg soup.

The spinach in the backyard was covered with a thick layer of leaves as a quilt, so it was not cold at all. Although it didn't grow big, it was green and plump.

Han Zhaozhao was reluctant to throw away the green leaves and red roots, so he washed them and threw them into the soup pot.

Spinach roots are sweet when cooked, and Han Zhaozhao likes this taste very much. In summer, she also stir-fries spinach and makes cold spinach salad with the roots.

In the evening, at the dinner table.

The old lady took a mouthful of rice, a piece of potato, and drank a sip of soup, and she was extremely satisfied.

Han Zhaozhao also ate in silence, with his head down and eating rapidly.

Oh my goodness, this rice still smells so good, it seems like she hasn’t had it in a lifetime!

After the meal, the old lady scraped the bowls and plates clean. Seeing that there were still five or six grains of rice stuck in Han Zhaozhao's bowl, she scooped them out with her fingers and stuffed them into her mouth.

"Zhao Zhao, the food in our house is too good. If outsiders see us, they will think we are not having dinner today or tomorrow!"

The old lady touched her bulging belly, feeling both excited and distressed.

“Even big leaders can’t have a full meal three times a day!

Other families eat two meals a day, but we eat three. Why do I feel so empty inside when my stomach is full? "

Han Zhaozhao: "Why are you so proud? We didn't steal or rob anything. What you eat is yours.

Isn't it better to avoid illness and disasters than to save money? What's the point of saving money? We don't own a house or land.

Grandpa Guan said something that makes sense: earn money to eat, earn money to eat! "

The old lady looked at her granddaughter's fair and tender little face and said, "Oh! Don't say anything. We all say that we should live a good life. The so-called good life means eating well, drinking well, and having no worries about food and clothing!"

Their family has realized their dream of living a good life! What else do they want?

At night, after entering the space, Han Zhaozhao used a siphon to pour more than 40 kilograms of soybean oil from the oil tank into a plastic barrel.

The oil produced from 200 kilograms of soybeans was not even enough to fill a 50-kilogram barrel. There were still 800 kilograms of soybeans, and even if they were all harvested, there would only be more than 200 kilograms of soybean oil.

Not to mention a lot, ten kilograms a month is enough for two years.

Alas! Han Zhaozhao didn't expect the soybean oil yield to be so low. It seems that she still needs to plant more soybeans in the future.

The peanuts have not been peeled yet. I will arrange other work for tonight later. I will peel the peanut kernels first, and then thresh the soybeans, and then the peanuts.

This is my only chance. After the next crop is harvested, I can’t go to the oil mill anymore.

I have to find a way to get some iron hoops to hold the cake dough, so that I can press the oil myself in the space later.

She has a space motor, a grinder, a big iron pot, and a jack. With a little modification, she can make an oil-pressing tool that is more advanced and labor-saving than an oil mill.

Next year, advanced cooperatives will be implemented in all rural areas. The people will have no land at their disposal except their own private plots, and all the land will be collectivized.

Moreover, grain and oil crops are not allowed to be grown in private plots. Only vegetables are allowed. A family is allocated three or four mu of private plot, and the vegetables grown are just enough for their own consumption.

The free market will also gradually be eliminated, and it will be more difficult to buy food from farmers.

By then, if an individual holds a large amount of soybeans and peanuts, wouldn’t that be courting death?

If someone reports me, I will be in big trouble!

For the next five consecutive days, Han Zhaozhao went to the oil mill five times to buy oil, including 600 kilograms of soybeans and 400 kilograms of peanuts.

Another 193 kilograms of soybean oil, 395 kilograms of bean dregs cake, 190 kilograms of peanut oil and 196 kilograms of peanut cake were produced.

Han Zhaozhao sold 100 kilograms of soybean oil and 50 kilograms of peanut oil to the oil mill at 75 cents and 80 cents per kilogram respectively.

In front of Han Zhaozhao, Master Jiang and his colleagues directly divided the peanut oil.

Master Jiang and Master Bald: Having 100 kilograms of soybean oil to hand over is already a pleasant surprise.

The peanut oil was totally unplanned. They had worked in the oil mill for 20 to 30 years and had never seen such good peanut oil. Wouldn't it be delicious if they bought it home and ate it themselves?

Han Zhaozhao asked Master Jiang to make thirty cake molds for him under the pretext that the villagers wanted to squeeze their own castor oil, and went home happily!

Even after she had walked a long way, Master Jiang was still admonishing her, "Girl, remember to come to our oil mill to buy castor oil next year!

Our oil mill can also make castor oil, so why do we still press it ourselves? Why bother? If it really doesn’t work, we can waive the processing fee and use oil instead!”