Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

Han Zhaozhao's serious expression made everyone realize the seriousness of the matter, and they nodded and said they would pay attention in the future.

Thinking of his previous experience in the countryside, Xiao Sanzi said with emotion: "Zhao Zhao is right. When I was in the countryside, I heard that many family members were reluctant to spend money and did not take it seriously. They delayed acute illnesses into serious illnesses, and minor illnesses into major illnesses, causing their loved ones to die."

At this time, Niu Xiaoyun suddenly said, "Zhao Zhao, you are so amazing, will you become a famous doctor in the future?"

Han Zhaozhao shook his head. "Chinese medicine is very profound. I have only read a few medical books. Forget about becoming a famous doctor. I will be very satisfied if I can learn how to diagnose patients and prescribe medicine independently.

However, I am not in a hurry. I learn a little bit every day, and I will make progress every day. There is a long way to go, and I will work hard. "

She secretly made up her mind to study Chinese medicine well, first to save herself and then to benefit more people.

A few days later, school started and the students gathered together to share interesting stories from the holidays.

Some people talked about the hard life in the countryside, and others mentioned the injured classmate.

Xiao Sanzi and his friends saw that their classmates' skin was shedding like a snake's skin after being sunburned, and they were very grateful for Han Zhaozhao's aloe vera gel, which helped everyone's sunburn heal so quickly.

Moreover, it was a blessing in disguise, and she enjoyed the pleasure of beauty treatment. Of course, this pleasure was only for Niu Xiaolian.

Xiao Sanzi and Niu Xiaomin were speechless, they never expected that the black boy would turn into a pretty boy in seconds, and they were actually laughed at by their classmates.

Just when they resumed their nightly scorpion catching activities outside the city, Old Man Guan came again.

"Zhao Zhao, come and help Grandpa Guan read these newspapers." The old man brought more than a dozen newspapers. "XX Daily", "Beijing Evening News", "Beijing Youth Daily", wow! They are all very influential newspapers!

"I'm old now, and my reading glasses are useless. I heard that some provinces and cities had a bumper wheat harvest. Read some to me, and we'll be happy too."

Han Zhaozhao was shocked: the evil wind of the Great Leap Forward has started!

"Good news: On June 8, the average yield per mu of wheat in the Red Star Agricultural Cooperative in xx County, Henan Province reached 2,586 kilograms!"

Mr. Guan was not surprised at all, and said calmly, "Read the next one!"

Han Zhaozhao: "Is this a high yield? This is a very high yield! It seems that people all over the country will be able to have enough to eat this year!"

"It's hard to say!" The old man shook his head.

"Great news: On June 12, the Qianjin Agricultural Cooperative in Qianjin County, Henan Province, had a bumper harvest of 3.8 acres of wheat, with the yield per acre reaching a historical high of 3,693 kilograms."

Grandpa Guan twirled his sparse beard and said, "Wow! It's an auspicious number of 3, 6, or 9. Amazing!"

Han Zhaozhao was pleasantly surprised: "I have to say, the yield is even higher. More than 3,000 kilograms of wheat, it would take a thick layer to cover the ground!"

Grandpa Guan: "Looking down there, is there anything else about the wheat harvest?"

Han Zhaozhao searched carefully again and found another one, "Good news: On June 13, the satellite experimental field of xx Society in xx County, Hubei Province, the wheat yield per mu was 4,560 kilograms!

Hey! There is also a wheat experimental field in the same county, xx Society, with an output of 4,867 kilograms per mu!

Oh my god! Grandpa Guan, look, there are photos here. This haystack is really big and tall. If it is spread out on the ground, it should be taller than when it is growing on the ground!

Why do I think it's not very reliable? How did the wheat grow? Isn't it said that if crops are planted too densely and there is no ventilation, they will easily get bugs and diseases and won't produce any grain?"

Grandpa Guan's face was as gloomy as water: "Who knows? Did the newspaper say the yield of the experimental field?"

Han Zhaozhao: "Yes, it's the experimental field in Hubei Province! Is the land in the south more fertile than in the north?

Hey! There's more! On July 7, at xx Agricultural Cooperative in xx Town, xx County, Henan Province, two acres of wheat set a new record of 7,560 kilograms per acre!

There’s more, there’s more. On July 8, the rice yield per mu in the experimental field of xx Agricultural Cooperative in xx County, Jiangxi Province was 9,999 kilograms!

Oh my goodness, let’s not talk about whether the output is high or not, it sounds auspicious!

It seems that this year is a year of great disasters and great fortunes that are rare in a hundred years!

With this yield, there is no need to plant more. One acre of land can feed more than a dozen people!

Awesome, really awesome! Now we don’t have to worry about going hungry anymore. No wonder it’s in the newspapers! What else can we report if not this?

I was wondering, a few days ago the radio said that some places have started to set up large canteens, so there is so much food, just eat it up! No matter how many people there are, they can’t finish it all! "

Grandpa Guan tapped the tabletop rhythmically with his fingers, his face looking a little unhappy.

"Zhao Zhao, Grandpa Guan has never farmed in his life, so he doesn't understand what's going on here.

But I know that the imperial rice grown by the emperor and managed by the Minister of Agriculture only yields eight or nine hundred kilograms, and at its lowest, it is even only four hundred kilograms.

He is a capable and experienced farmer who is the best in the country. He watches the farm from spring ploughing to harvesting and never dares to relax.

Haha! Six thousand kilograms? Seven thousand kilograms? Nine thousand kilograms?

There must be something strange about this!

Zhaozhao, I'll take the newspaper back. Your grandmother has been farming all her life, wait until she gets off work and talk to her about this.

We can't say anything outside. We can't say anything about it since it's in the national newspapers. Tell your grandma about this, too. Let her think about it carefully. I always feel like something is not right!"

The old man didn't even drink a sip of the water. He just grabbed the newspaper and left.

Han Zhaozhao sent the old man out, closed the door, returned to the house, and sat in a chair in a daze for a while.

No one can stop the pace of history!

What is coming will eventually come. Personal strength is nothing under the rolling wheels of the state machine!

In 1958, natural disasters had not yet come, but man-made disasters were already approaching!

Han Zhaozhao was like a frightened bird. The closer a big event was to happening, the more cautious she became.

Look at what's written in the newspapers? People are crazy now!

If he could fool himself, could he fool hundreds of millions of people across the country? How absurd it is that such a lie, even less reliable than calling a horse a zebra, could be published in the country's most important mouthpiece - the newspaper.

Regardless of whether it is right or not, anyone with insight can tell that there must be a big shot behind this.

Should the trembling people believe it or not?

When the old lady got off work in the evening, Han Zhaozhao told her what Grandpa Guan said as soon as possible.

After hearing this, the old lady became a little mad and didn't even notice that the porridge in the pot was overflowing. Fortunately, Han Zhaozhao was squatting beside her and peeling potatoes and saw it. He quickly lifted the lid of the pot and went to the bottom of the stove to pull out some firewood.

Otherwise, they would definitely not be able to have dinner tonight. Everything would have to be thrown out of the pot and the big pot would have to be burned dry.

"Crazy, definitely crazy! They are all experienced farmers, how could they not know how big a pile of nine thousand kilograms of grain is?

Not to mention the grain stalks, the grains of light grain spread on the ground would be three or four fingers thick!

They lied, it was a lie! The world is going to be in chaos! The world is going to be in chaos!

No, I have to go find old man Guan and ask him if this is true or not!"

Han Zhaozhao admires this little old lady so much! Don't bully her for being uneducated, she has simple life experience!

"Grandma, don't worry. Don't tell anyone about this. Grandpa Guan said that this matter has been reported in the newspaper, so it must be true. If you talk about this matter, who knows who will get into trouble!"

The old lady was so frightened that she shuddered: "I understand, I understand, this is what the opera calls an imperial decree, right? We ordinary people can only listen!

No, I'm going to Old Man Guan's house now. His family has lived under the emperor's feet for many generations, and they have more experience than us. If I don't ask clearly, I'm afraid!"