Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

Han Zhaozhao rolled his eyes in an indecent way and laughed at him: "I think you are just bored because you have nothing to eat. Other children can't even fill their stomachs, but you are still nitpicking at home!

You are just taking advantage of the old boy. Even at this age, you still act like a spoiled child and fool with your mother.

Be careful that your parents try harder and give you a little brother. You will be miserable then. No one will care about what tofu you eat. I am afraid that you will not be able to eat hot poop. "

As soon as the voice fell, before Xiao Sanzi could say anything, the old lady's chopsticks arrived first, and with a "bang", hit her forehead.

"We're eating, and you're talking nonsense again! Sanzi, don't believe Zhao Zhao, she's talking without restraint now, just listen to what she says.

If your parents really want to have a fourth child, you should come to Grandma Han's house. Grandma likes you, and you can be her grandson.

If your mother doesn't want to, I'll give Zhao Zhao to your family and let Han Zhao Zhao wash your little Si's piss-bag!"

Xiao Sanzi was stunned and burst into laughter. It was not like he couldn't take a joke. The old lady was really heartwarming!

The rain came in waves and lasted for two days. The entire city was flooded, and many ditches and rivers that had been in disrepair for many years were flooded.

The furniture of the people living in low-lying areas was flooded and their clothes and bedding were soaked in water.

In the days after the heavy rain, the roads were muddy and difficult to walk on. The yellow mud was trampled by people, making a "puff puff" sound like the "erba sauce" in the noodles, which was sticky, oily and silky.

As soon as the sky clears up, people can't wait to start drying their clothes and bedding, and washing and drying the furniture that has been washed and dried.

Almost every slum is crowded with junk and there is no place to step.

Han Zhaozhao's house became much more spacious. The pile of firewood in the backyard disappeared as it was all borrowed by neighbors for emergency use.

Han Zhaozhao's family also hung the flag of all nations. Her house was not flooded, but it had rained heavily for two consecutive days and the house was very damp. When she slept at night, the sheets stuck to her body.

After exposing his clothes and bedding to the sun for a whole day, Han Zhaozhao went up the mountain alone the next day.

She was worried about the crops in the fields, wondering if they would be washed down by the water rushing down from the mountains.

"Plop, plop" we hurriedly walked out of the city through the mud and turned into a small path up the mountain, where the road was much easier to walk on.

The mountains washed by the heavy rain are lush and green. Even the weeds on the roadside are moisturized and become much more lovely. They are green and tender, with drops of crystal water hanging on the leaves.

The muddy road was soft and some places were sluggish. Han Zhaozhao chose to walk on the grass beside the road, which not only kept her from stepping on the mud, but also helped her clean her muddy rain boots with water droplets.

Once you get up the mountain, the road becomes easier to walk on. Han Zhaozhao skips and jumps among the grass and stones like a little deer.

Her pants were soaked by dew and she finally arrived at the field. She saw many buffaloes on the road, but she had no intention of catching them.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she reached the top of the hill.

The leaves of the crops were knocked over by the rain, revealing a light white color that was not there before. Except for a few pieces of corn and millet that fell over, the rest of the crops were fine.

Han Zhaozhao carefully half-ran and half-slid down the hillside and walked around the fields.

First, they straightened the corn and compacted the soil at the roots. Then they went into the millet field and pulled the rope to tie up the tilted millet and straighten it out.

Fortunately, they had dug drainage ditches in the field in advance. Han Zhaozhao felt a little scared when he saw that the ditches were filled with stones and soil.

If the drainage ditches had not been dug deep, at least a quarter of their crops would have been washed away.

Looking at the crops that are growing particularly well, if the harvest is reduced by a quarter, that's four or five hundred kilograms of grain, it would be heartbreaking!

Although she didn't rely on this little food to live, it was still the result of her hard work.

The harvest is about to come, what a pity!

You guys might get hit!

Haha, she is very happy just by looking at the crops! It seems that she is quite qualified to be a farmer!

Most of the corn in the valley are double-cobs, each as long as an arm. Now is the critical period of filling. This rain comes at the right time!

Peanuts, sesame and beans are in bloom. The flowers destroyed by the heavy rain have withered, but there are still more buds about to bloom.

After drinking enough rain water and the sky clears up, they will bloom more vigorously.

The peanut needles are very numerous, and you can tell at a glance that it will be another good harvest.

After the weather cleared up, there was work in the fields again. The first crop of mung beans could be picked in a few days, and the beans were growing densely. They were Han Zhaozhao's favorite old variety, with a lot of beans, and they tasted better when they were a little older.

After steaming it in water, you put it in your mouth and it is like eating lamb skewers, with only two tendons left. The beans are fragrant and soft, and it is a great snack to satisfy your cravings.

The beans are still tender. Han Zhaozhao picked a handful, wiped them with a towel, and chewed them with big mouthfuls. They tasted a little bit astringent, but also a little sweet. The bean flavor was very strong!

Han Zhaozhao also found a sweet sorghum stalk in the cornfield, peeled off the leaves, tore off the hard skin with his teeth, and sat on a big rock at the edge of the field to chew it.

Oh my goodness! It has been years since I last ate sweet corn stalks. They are sweet and refreshing, juicy, crispy and with little residue. Why does she feel that they are even better than sugarcane?

Han Zhaozhao finished chewing a sweet sorghum stalk, and as the sun shone, the dew on the ground disappeared.

Han Zhaozhao, fully armed and wearing long-sleeved clothes, went back into the field.

The sesame leaves are plump, tender, and grow densely. Let her pick some leaves to let them ventilate and cool down.

After picking a sack of sesame leaves, she set her sights on sweet potato leaves.

She picked up the sickle and started cutting the sweet potato leaves. She didn't cut too much, but only cut the thick and dense parts, so that she could eat vegetables without affecting the harvest of sesame and sweet potatoes.

Both of these vegetables can be dried. Han Zhaozhao felt very anxious. If she collected one more handful of dried vegetables now, she might save one more life when disaster strikes!

She doesn't have the ability to go to heaven or earth, and the space can't grow much food.

She doesn't have the super powers of the protagonist in a time-travel novel, and her brain isn't very good either, so she doesn't dare to put herself in danger.

The most she could do was to save more eye-catching dried vegetables and help the people around her.

The timing was right today, and she had fun on the mountain alone. After picking leaves from the ground, she began to pick wild vegetables all over the mountain.

Unfortunately, many wild vegetables were old, and she could only pick some tender tips and leaves and store them in the space.

The potatoes should be ripe now. Before leaving, she pulled a bunch of potatoes. Wow, each one weighed more than half a pound. A bunch weighed more than ten pounds. There were really a lot of them!

Even though the potatoes were planted late this year, the space never let her down and the seeds she cultivated were really good!

However, it can't keep up with the yield of the Great Leap Forward. Others can harvest tens of thousands of kilograms per mu, but her potatoes, haha! It seems that the average yield per mu is only about 4,000 kilograms!

The ground is still a little wet. After drying for two days, the potatoes must be harvested the day after tomorrow, otherwise they will sprout.

Han Zhaozhao peeled the potatoes clean, hid them under the backpack, covered them with wild vegetables, and went over the mountain along the path to the stream.

She was still thinking about the water celery and mint by the stream!

The water celery was at its tenderest stage, so she planned to cut some and store it in the space, blanch it, dry it and store it.

Leave a little bit and make steamed buns when you get home in the evening.

After Han Zhaozhao finished cutting the water celery, he started cutting mint. He put the water celery into the space and left the mint directly on the rocky beach beside the stream to dry.