Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

It seems that the most urgent task is to solve the seed problem.

I turned around and saw that it should be dawn outside. The light in the room was no longer so dark, but became dim.

"I don't know if grandma has passed away?" Han Zhaozhao got up, put on trousers and a coat, and got out of bed.

The curtains were opened with a swish, and the light from outside immediately came in. Without turning on the lights, one could see clearly what was going on in the room.

Han Zhaozhao first took the spittoon to the backyard, poured out the urine, and brushed it clean before returning to the room to fold the bedding, put it on the kang cabinet, put the pillow on it, and covered it with the pillowcase.

She was the only child in the family. She never lacked clothes and food, and had everything she needed. She was treated better than her grandmother.

He tidied up the carved wooden box and put the jade pendant away intact in the space.

After cleaning up my bedroom, I went to the main room.

I opened the door to the main room and looked at the clock on the table. It was already half past eight. My grandma should be at work at this time.

Han Zhaozhao ran to the front door and saw that his grandmother had really locked the door upside down and added a bolt so that no one could come in from outside.

The house was safe and had become an independent space. Han Zhaozhao washed her face and brushed her teeth, then went to the kitchen to open the pot and take out the breakfast that her grandmother had warmed for her.

She had a bowl of sweet potato and cornmeal porridge and two multi-grain pancakes for breakfast with pickles made by her grandmother. She washed the dishes and the pot, picked up a kitchen knife and went to the backyard to start chopping cabbage.

First, chop along the ridges with a "click, click, click" sound to chop down all the cabbages.

This body is still relatively weak. She can do the work, but she is too weak to do it. She was exhausted after chopping the cabbage.

"No, I can't be so stubborn in the future. This body is too small and too weak. I really can't bear excessive work!" Han Zhaozhao was breathing heavily and his face was flushed. The sweat on his head soaked his hair and dripped down his neck and chin.

Throwing down the kitchen knife, Han Zhaozhao returned to the front yard, washed her face in the basin first, then touched the teapot on the eight-immortals table and drank from it. Most of the boiled water in the teapot was drank up in one gulp.

I wiped my mouth with my sleeve and sat down to rest for a while. I saw the sun rising higher and it was almost ten o'clock.

Oh no, I forgot to move the radish strips and radish tops to the yard to dry in the sun.

He hurriedly moved two benches from the house, placed them next to the corridor railings, and gathered the radish strips and radish tops that had wilted after being dried overnight.

He put the sorghum stalks on the rack, spread them out thinly to dry in the sun, then went to the barn to find two torn sacks and returned to the backyard.

She spread the sack on the ground and began to gather the cabbages into piles. Having space is convenient. Han Zhaozhao only took one trip to collect all the cabbages scattered in the vegetable garden into the space.

Space is really a magical tool for transportation, Han Zhaozhao was very proud. This era also has its advantages. At least there are very few high-rise buildings, and there are no ubiquitous surveillance cameras.

Using the space is much more convenient, and she no longer has to worry about holding the space in her hands and using it with confidence.

Gather all the cabbages into a pile, and suddenly there is a small pile of cabbages on the ground.

The cabbages of this era were still of the old variety, weighing three or four pounds each. Like the Tianjin Green of later generations, the plants were tall and thin and did not grow very big.

It is not as big as the big white cabbages of later generations. It is common for a cabbage weighing seven or eight kilograms in later generations.

At that time, a well-grown cabbage would only weigh three or four pounds per plant, not even as thick as her arm.

She estimated that her family harvested more than 300 kilograms of cabbage this year. After removing the yellow and old leaves, she would be lucky if there were about 260 to 270 kilograms left.

However, if it were a peaceful time, it would be enough for the two of them to eat.

Han Zhaozhao moved a small stool next to the pile of cabbages, picked up a kitchen knife and started picking the cabbages.

Cut off the four or five old stalks outside, remove a small piece of the old roots, and place the plants one by one on the torn sacks on the ground.

She had worked too hastily just now and her arms and waist were a little sore, so now she slowed down and worked at a leisurely pace.

After picking up half of the cabbages, she used her space to fill the sack and carried the picked cabbages back to the front yard, put them on the porch, and waited for her grandmother to come back from get off work to deal with them.

It's 11:30, time to make lunch, but her grandma hasn't come home yet. I don't know if she will come back for lunch, and what time she will get off work?

It was so inconvenient that she couldn't make calls or send messages! At this moment, she thought of the good times in her past life. The days with mobile phones were so beautiful and nostalgic!

Sighing, "I can't go back! I'd better go cook!"

After washing her hands, she went to the kitchen and was shocked to find that her grandmother had locked the kitchen cabinet door again!

She stamped her feet on the spot, "She's really my dear grandma! There are only two of you in the house, are you protecting yourself from thieves or your granddaughter?

The food is locked up, how can we make lunch?"

Han Zhaozhao was so anxious that she was running around in circles. She couldn't let her go hungry at noon, could she? There was nothing edible in the space, and she was so upset that she couldn't even cry.

Han Zhaozhao, who had never been hungry before, was now so hungry that his stomach was growling.

She was at an age when she was growing up, and had done physical work for the whole morning. She had a strong digestive ability, so she was so hungry that she felt weak all over, sweating all the time, and was very anxious.

Oh no, I have hypoglycemia!

The more he wanted to eat, the hungrier he felt. Han Zhaozhao had no choice but to go to the porch and pick up a small cabbage. There was no time to wash it, so he quickly peeled off the outer leaves, leaving only the core, and started to chew it with a "crunch crunch" sound.

Only after I had finished eating a cabbage heart weighing more than half a pound did I calm down the hunger in my heart and no longer feel anxious.

Looking at the cabbage leaves that he had peeled into a mess, Han Zhaozhao felt a little guilty. He quickly put them in a basin, scooped some water into them, washed them clean, and put them on the chopping board to cut them.

She remembered that the seasonings such as oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, etc. that she bought online in her space were not formatted, so she was saved now!

However, for fear of being exposed, she did not dare to be too presumptuous. She only took out salt and starch from the space, added a bowl of water to the big pot, poured the cabbage in, put the pot on the fire, and prepared to thicken the sauce and cook a pot of thick cabbage soup.

While burning the fire, she suddenly remembered that there should be some leftover cakes from yesterday in the bamboo basket hanging on the beam in her milk room!

The pot was boiled, and she added some salt and thickened the sauce with starch. Han Zhaozhao put the seasoning jar back into the storage space. This thing was made of fine white porcelain and came in a set. It was too conspicuous in this era, and she couldn't let her grandmother find it.

She regretted it now. In her previous life, she was too dependent on the space. She produced and used all the grain, oil, fruits and vegetables for herself and almost never bought these agricultural products from outside.

The rice, flour, grain and oil that I used to produce and process in the space were all stolen by the space, leaving only a few boxes of starch bought online for cooking as food.

It's just a small amount of food, but she can't stop eating it! Besides, it's too troublesome to make starch by herself. As long as she can grow food, she doesn't want to eat starch as food.

Take out the unburned firewood in the stove, insert it into the stove pit at the bottom of the stove to extinguish the fire, and clean up the firewood in front of the stove.

Han Zhaozhao brushed off the dust and weeds on her body, went to the main room to wash her hands, and then went to the east room where her grandmother lived.

As soon as she entered the door and looked up, she was stunned!

Too tall! This seven-year-old girl is only 1.2 meters tall, which is already relatively tall among her peers.

But looking at the bamboo basket above her head, she felt it was too far away from her.

The house was more than six meters high, the main beam was nearly five meters from the ground, and the hanging bamboo basket was three meters from the ground. Even if she stacked two chairs, she still couldn't reach it after climbing up!

There has never been a moment when she wanted to grow up so badly. Looking helplessly at the bamboo basket hanging in the air, Han Zhaozhao was extremely desperate. She thought that the mice at home must be sighing in the same way!

At this moment, she empathized with the mouse!

It is pure wishful thinking to want to eat some food at her house without her grandmother's permission!