Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

But she really underestimated the mobility of wild animals in the wild. Until she ran out of the valley, she couldn't find any trace of Zhu Xiaosan!

"My arrow wasted!" Unable to catch up, Han Zhaozhao returned to the valley in disappointment.

Han Zhaozhao was in a good mood when he saw three wild boars, one big and two small, lying under the tree. Hehehe, he wouldn't have to worry about pork for the next year.

Although she also raised pigs in her space, she had no excuse to take the pork out. She slaughtered a pig in the summer, but until now, she had only taken out three pounds of pork to eat openly.

That’s how it was. Every time I had to make up lies and excuses to the old lady, oh! It was so tiring!

Han Zhaozhao turned over and found that there was still a piglet that was still alive. It squinted its eyes and looked at her, as if full of despair.

Han Zhaozhao took out a solid rebar crowbar and hit it hard on the head. "Second Brother, the sooner you die, the sooner you will be reborn. Your reborn child will eat sesame cakes!"

After putting the three pigs into the space, Han Zhaozhao found a clean stone to sit on and rested for a long time.

Look at the tree full of persimmons. What's the matter? Don't you want to do this anymore?

After sitting for a while, she suddenly remembered that she came to collect firewood. Wasn't it a waste of time to just pick persimmons?

Thinking that he would need firewood to report back soon, Han Zhaozhao became motivated again.

The valley was barren, full of trees and bushes. She took out her small electric saw and started to work, clearing a large area of ​​it in an hour.

I cut some vines from the mountain wall, tied the firewood into bundles, and then put them into the space.

This time she learned her lesson and only sawed down trees that were not likely to drop seeds. She also cut down the ones that were too tall so that they would be easier to load onto the truck when she got down the mountain.

Before leaving, she also picked some soft dates.

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Soft dates are also called black dates, and their scientific name is Junqianzi. Although the name contains the word "jujube", it is actually a wild persimmon.

Persimmons are grafted onto it as rootstock. The persimmon trees in this valley are very interesting. The branches that grow above the grafted joints produce relatively large persimmons.

The branches that grow below the grafted joint and on the trunk close to the ground produce thumb-sized soft dates.

It may be named soft date because it is about the same size as a date.

At this time, the soft dates are still relatively hard and cannot be eaten. The taste is so astringent that it is hard to move the tongue. The seeds are large and numerous, and there is not much flesh. However, they are a good thing to use to coax children.

The dried meat is tender, sweet and chewy, and is the best snack for children to satisfy their cravings in winter.

It was not even five o'clock when Han Zhaozhao arrived home. He stole the show along the way, with a group of little rascals following him.

"Sister Zhaozhao, where did you pick those dates? Can I have some?"

"Sister Zhao Zhao, let me help you pull the cart!"

"Sister Zhaozhao, the soft dates you picked are so dense and so big!"

"No matter how big it is, can it be as big as a persimmon? Stop flattering me and go home first.

The soft dates are very bitter now and cannot be eaten. I will give them to you after they are dried.

Don't worry, everyone will have one by then. Be obedient and stay away from the car, be careful of branches scratching your face!"

After much persuasion, we finally managed to coax these children away.

Grandpa Guan heard the noise and came to open the door. He laughed when he saw her embarrassed look. "Did you pick soft dates? Got blocked? You deserve it. Who told you not to know it was hidden under the firewood?"

"Hehehe, it's okay, I coaxed them all away! We can't eat now anyway, they are all very obedient."

"Sister Zhaozhao, you're back? Can we have these soft dates?"

Han Zhaozhao smiled when he saw it, "Chezi, Qingzhu, you two are really here? Not bad, not bad, you are both good kids!

I tell you, these soft dates are only delicious when they are dried. They are astringent now! Close the door quickly. I will share the delicious food with you after you close the door."

"Bang!" The door was slammed shut by two greedy children.

Han Zhaozhao was amused and laughed. For a person with stuttering, look at his action, really awesome!

He took out sour jujubes from his trouser pocket and gave each of them two large handfuls, filling all their pockets.

After receiving the delicious food, the two children couldn't stay any longer, so they covered their pockets tightly, said goodbye and went home.

After the children left, Han Zhaozhao locked the gate, pushed the cart, called Grandpa Guan, and went into the backyard.

When she unloaded the firewood and soft dates, the old man exclaimed, "Oh! Wild boar, persimmons!"

While digging with his hands, he asked: "Zhao Zhao, where did you get it? How did you run into a wild boar? Are you injured? Hey! I really shouldn't have let you go up the mountain alone today, it's too dangerous!"

With the help of Grandpa Guan, Han Zhaozhao took the persimmons down from the sack and then went to lift the wild boar.

"You got it wrong, it's the wild boar that's dangerous, I'm fine!

Grandpa Guan, can you estimate how much this wild boar weighs? What should we do now? How should we deal with this wild boar? "

Grandpa Guan didn't know what to say, "Zhao Zhao, you are such a carefree kid!

Are you not afraid of wild boars? They are very powerful, with thick skin and tough teeth. Even wolves cannot get the upper hand when they encounter them.

By the way, there didn't seem to be any injuries, how did you kill him, and how did you get him home?"

Han Zhaozhao didn't say anything. No matter how much he explained, it was not as convincing as what he saw with his own eyes.

He took a step forward, bent down, took a pig leg in each hand, and lifted the wild boar up.

Grandpa Guan was shocked, his mouth opened, eyes wide open, and after a while he said: "He's so strong that he can move mountains and his courage can conquer the world! Holy crap, he's the legendary strongman!"

Come, come and hug this millstone. If you can hold it up, I will respect you!"

Han Zhaozhao went over and picked up the millstone without saying a word, walked five or six steps with it, and then put it back.

"I don't need your advice! Grandpa Guan, you have to keep it a secret for me. I don't want to be used like an animal!"

Old Master Guan nodded his head repeatedly, "I understand, I understand! Isn't it true that your ancestors have produced strong men? Is your family surname Han, not Xiang?"

"Does the last name matter? Don't you know? The father of a strong man is not necessarily a strong man, and the child born is not necessarily a strong man. Who says that strength must be inherited? Isn't there a gene mutation?"

"What kind of chicken did you turn into? I don't understand. What does being strong have to do with chickens?"

Han Zhaozhao quickly shut up. Whatever she wanted to say, she would not explain it to him anymore, and she couldn't explain it clearly!

After unloading the truck, Han Zhaozhao pointed at the sacks and said, "Grandpa Guan, these are persimmons that no one wanted on the mountain, so I picked them and brought them back.

Look at this, how do you make this? I heard that it can be preserved by making dried persimmon cakes. We have nothing to do tonight, so let's make dried persimmon cakes!"

“Making dried persimmons is not easy, you have to peel the skin, dry it in the sun, pinch it when it’s half-dried, and finally shape and flatten it.

It won’t work if you don’t put in enough effort. It will take at least five or six days.

No, how could there be persimmons on the mountain that no one wants? They can be sold for money. Who is so wasteful as to not pick such good things and take them home? "

"How can this be considered a waste of money? Didn't you see that no one wants the crops in the fields this year? I also saw large areas of sweet potatoes rotting in the fields, and no one was digging them up!"

She muttered depressedly.

"Really? The sweet potatoes are rotting in the ground?"

Han Zhaozhao nodded, silently poured the persimmons on the ground and began to pick them. Some of the persimmons were overripe, and some had become soft. If he didn't pour them out to pick, they would all be rotten.