Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

Han Zhaozhao tried hard to protect her basket. She was not afraid of it being squeezed and damaged, but she was afraid of scratching people.

"Don't push! We have enough stock today to ensure everyone has a share!" the staff shouted.

“Please queue up, whoever pushes will be kicked out, and even if you squeeze to the front, we won’t sell to you.

Hey, that woman in the blue coat is talking to you, don’t pretend you can’t hear her.”

The salesperson's voice was so loud that it echoed in the small store like a buzzing sound.

Several aggressive ladies did not dare to retort and quickly squeezed into the line to line up, not forgetting to squeeze others: "Hey, why are you squeezing? Didn't you hear the salesperson criticize you? If you squeeze again, I will sue the salesperson and won't let her sell you anything."

"You're talking nonsense. It's obviously you who's wearing the blue coat. What does it have to do with me? I'm wearing a green coat today."

In a word, the ladies in blue coats were unhappy. "There are many people wearing blue coats. Why do you say it's me?"

"That's right. We're wearing blue coats too. Don't attack everyone. You didn't queue just now, so why are you squeezing in now? Go to the back and queue up, or we'll all sue the salesperson!"

As the saying goes, three women make a play, and five women are as good as a flock of ducks!

Most of the people in the queue were housewives, the elderly and children. The fighting power of women was really beyond the reach of most people. Han Zhaozhao had a headache because of their noise.

After a difficult and crowded shopping, Han Zhaozhao bought some vermicelli, kelp, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar and other side dishes.

She squeezed out of the crowd in a panic, the sleeves of her cotton-padded jacket were pulled to pieces, and her cotton-padded shoes were stepped on so much that their original color could not be seen.

She breathed a sigh of relief and thought to herself, "I'd better not queue up at the time when the invoice is paid. To be honest, she doesn't need these supplies. It's really unnecessary to squeeze in like a pickle."

Han Zhaozhao didn't go to look for Xiao Sanzi and Niu Xiaolian and the others. She just went home carrying a basket of bottles and jars.

The old lady was sitting on the kang and counting her huge pile of various tickets. She didn't count them often because she was afraid that they would expire and be wasted.

"Why didn't you buy food first? There's no rush to buy oil, salt, sauce and vinegar.

Is there a lot of food in the grain store today? Did Xiao Sanzi and the others buy any? "The old lady followed her into the kitchen and looked through the things her granddaughter brought back.

Han Zhaozhao pulled at her messy hair, "Grandma, there are too many people, I was almost squeezed into a picture. You don't know, there are even more people at the grain store, if all the employees of the grain store hadn't come out to maintain order, I'm afraid the counter would have been squeezed!

The Qian and Niu families have gone to buy food. Let’s wait and see. There are so many people here. I don’t know how much food the store has and whether we can buy any! "

The old lady nodded and said, "Yes, we still have food at home, there is no need to squeeze in with everyone at this critical moment.

Too many people is too dangerous! We have young and old people in our family, and we don’t have the ability to compete with others.

"When this wave of excitement is over and most people have bought everything, we can go buy some!"

The old lady served her granddaughter some porridge, picked up a plate of pickles and asked her to eat: "Eat first, it's already nine o'clock. If you wait a little longer, you can have lunch."

Han Zhaozhao was really hungry, but there was nothing she could do. She was at a growing age and exercised a lot every day, so she got hungry too quickly.

"Grandma, why did you keep the goose eggs for me? You can eat them yourself. Even though you can walk slowly now, your bones still need to be nourished.

I have enough nutrition, so I can eat anything. When you cook, just put in enough food for me to eat."

The old lady was like this. No matter how many times she said it, she was reluctant to add more food as long as she cooked.

Han Zhaozhao was so stingy that he could only drink enough water each time. After peeing, he was hungry again before the next meal.

"Oh! I understand!" The old lady said embarrassedly.

Isn't she used to it? Every time she cooks, she wants to save some and save as much as possible, thinking that she won't be hungry and just needs to fill her stomach. Isn't being full of water also the same as being full?

But my granddaughter won’t do it!

Every time I cook, I am very particular about it. There must be both dry and liquid food, vegetables, and a combination of meat and vegetables, all in an effort to ensure balanced nutrition.

Alas! It tastes good and makes my stomach feel good after eating it, but it is a waste of food, oil, salt and seasoning!

Every time she watches her granddaughter cook, her eyes hurt.

Han Zhaozhao finished two bowls of porridge with pickles, peeled the goose egg, and stuffed it into her pacifier, "Nanny, eat it. Get well soon and go back to work soon. You don't have to worry about someone taking your job."

Eat something good now, and you will be able to earn it back soon after you start working. You have to be good at accounting."

The old lady had no choice but to pour a bowl of warm water and eat the goose egg in small bites. "It's almost noon, I'm afraid I can't eat lunch." Well, she was like an old child, and she was still stubborn.

Han Zhaozhao was not full, so he ran into the house and took out two big apples. He washed them, started to eat them, and handed one to the old lady.

"Here, milk, this is some fruit to help with digestion."

The old lady took the apples blankly and asked woodenly: "When did you buy the apples? How come I didn't know? How much is one pound? It must be expensive!

Hey, what kind of family are we? We are still so particular about the fruit after the meal. You are wasting money again!"

The old lady felt distressed again. She had been saving so much, but her granddaughter was waiting for her!

Can eating fruits fill you up? They are so expensive. These two apples are at least one pound, which can be exchanged for one pound of rice.

A pound of rice was cooked into dry rice, which was too much for the two of them to finish in one meal. "Zhao Zhao, can we not buy these expensive fruits in the future?

Can't I just buy rice and flour? It's just soaked in water, and it's gone in a few mouthfuls. It doesn't satisfy my hunger, so isn't it a sheer waste of money to eat it?"

"Fruits have their own nutrition and vitamin supplements. Eating more fruits is good for your body. Your leg injury will heal faster, and eating fruits can also help.

Don't worry about it, just eat it when you get it back. Don't leave it around until it goes bad, that would be a waste!" Han Zhaozhao put away the bowl, held the apple in his mouth, and went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

When it comes to wasting, she is very good at it. She was too busy to notice the apples and oranges she gave to the old lady a year ago, and she thought the old lady had already eaten them.

Finally, when I smelled the sour and fermented smell, I realized that the old lady couldn't bear to eat it and let it rot!

But the grandparents and grandchildren were so heartbroken!

The old lady was worried about the money, and Han Zhaozhao was worried about the fact that the first batch of apples produced only a few fruits.

From then on, Han Zhaozhao no longer gave delicious food to the old lady for safekeeping, and kept them all in his own hands.

Every time I think of it, I take it out, wash it and watch the old lady eat it.

The old lady felt guilty and angry, but she couldn't persuade her granddaughter, so she had to give up and let her make arrangements.

Han Zhaozhao was humming a song while washing dishes in the kitchen, feeling secretly proud of herself. She had made up her mind that she would take over the cooking as well, and from now on she would have the final say on how much rice to put into the rice jar.

"Bang bang bang, Zhaozhao girl, open the door quickly, I'm your grandmother Wang."

Han Zhaozhao lifted up her apron and wiped her hands, then went to open the door, wondering how come Grandma Wang had time to come visit? Wasn't she helping the neighborhood committee weave baskets?

"Grandma Wang, please come home quickly. How come you have time to come here today? Didn't you go to weave baskets today?"

"Where's your grandma? I need help from her."

Han Zhaozhao welcomed Grandma Wang into the house, shouting at the top of her voice: "Grandma, Grandma Wang is here!"