Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

Hey! Because of this incident, she went to the police station to give them New Year gifts at the end of the year before last! (Two kilograms of tofu per person)!

Before the New Year, everyone ate in the cafeteria and did voluntary work, so she was so busy that Han Zhaozhao did not go to give New Year gifts.

Come to think of it, they haven't seen each other for a whole year, and the old man is now as thin as a skeleton. She really doesn't recognize him.

Han Zhaozhao walked over and held Grandpa Zheng's collar, "Why don't you eat it yourself and leave it for me? Don't let the White Rabbit candy melt like you did last year!"

Two years ago, when she went to deliver tofu, Grandpa Zheng was at work and left her a handful of candies. I don't know how long they had been there, but when I took them out of the hole in the table, they were stuck together and melted into a lump, sticking the candy wrapper together.

“I don’t have many teeth left, and I’m afraid that eating candy will stick the few remaining teeth off, so I can only drink thin liquids from now on.

It just so happens that I met you today. Please take me back! I have been waiting in line for a long time and my legs are a bit weak! "

Mr. Guan was worried, so he and Han Zhaozhao sent Mr. Zheng back home.

Mr. Zheng lived in a large compound with several families. They only had one room on the west side, which was so small that it made people feel depressed and suffocated.

There was only a small window in the room, and the wooden lattice doors and windows of an old house, with a pomegranate tree two steps from the door.

The sun could not shine in, making the whole house look dark and damp. The wall paint peeled off, revealing mottled bricks, as if telling the vicissitudes of time.

The furniture in the room was old and simple. A wooden bed took up most of the space. There was a large wardrobe at the head of the bed, and a tattered table and two chairs beside the bed.

There was a long bench against the west wall, on which were placed a wooden box and a few cloth bags. The floor was made of uneven blue bricks, and many of the bricks had broken over the years.

There were also some clay pots and other sundries piled up in the corner. Behind the door was a wooden washbasin stand, with a half-broken enamel washbasin on it and a white towel with the bottom exposed draped over it.

Han Zhaozhao thought of something inappropriate: Is this the home of a war hero? How shabby! If a mouse came, he would cry and leave!

"Old lady, a guest is coming!"

As soon as he entered the door, Mr. Zheng called out to his wife loudly.

"Who's here? Come in!"

"Hello, grandma!" Han Zhaozhao hurriedly called out.

The old lady realized that the person who came was the girl who delivered tofu that the old man often talked about, and she held Han Zhaozhao's hand affectionately.

"You old woman, don't you see there is an adult here? Go and get the guest a glass of water."

Mr. Zheng invited Mr. Guan into the house. The door was low and Han Zhaozhao was really worried that the old man would hit his head.

The old lady seemed to have poor eyesight. She only realized there was another guest after the guest entered the room. Then she let go of Han Zhaozhao's hand and went to pour water on her feet.

After pouring the water, she started looking for something delicious for Han Zhaozhao. Han Zhaozhao couldn't stop her, so the old lady climbed onto the bed tremblingly, stood at the head of the bed and fumbled in a jar in the big cabinet for a long time, and finally found a large pomegranate with dried skin.

"Come on, Zhaozhao girl, take it quickly. This pomegranate is delicious, half sour and half sweet, very tasty!"

Han Zhaozhao had no shortage of fruit to eat, and seeing how the old lady treasured it, she didn't want to take any.

After Grandpa Guan finished drinking the water, the two of them said goodbye and left. They didn't know that just as they came out, Grandpa Zheng fell on the bed.

The old lady carefully helped him take off his prosthesis and helped him lie down to rest.

"I told you to go and queue up, but you insisted. Look at your legs, they are swollen again!"

After spending half the night, Mr. Zheng was exhausted. He was so sleepy that he couldn't open his eyes. He muttered to himself: "You can't even stand steadily on your feet, and you are queuing up to buy food?

Even a kid can knock you over, and you're still trying to be tough with me!"

"I'll never be able to win against you in my life, so just let it be! Hey! Lie down for a while, I'll try to get you something to eat."

The old lady sighed, took out a handful of brown rice from the clay pot, and went out to make a meal for her husband.

Han Zhaozhao and Grandpa Guan walked home in silence without speaking to each other.

Thinking about the living environment of Mr. and Mrs. Zheng, to be honest, Han Zhaozhao felt very uncomfortable!

There is no shortage of people in Beijing who have achieved success and brought prosperity to their families. There is also no shortage of second-generation reds and third-generation officials whose fathers conquer the world and whose sons rule it.

But she just couldn't understand why a civilian combat hero like Grandpa Zheng, who had dedicated everything for the new China, had such a difficult life.

We can't expect someone to have a successful career, but at least they should have enough food and clothing and enjoy a comfortable old age, right?

But they live too purely, refusing even the basic living conditions. Isn't it good to live in a nursing home? The state takes care of food, drink and medical care, so you don't have to worry about anything!

These people are really sick! And they are seriously sick!!

There is still a shortage of medical resources. Should they be left for those in need?

That night, Han Zhaozhao did not enter the space for the first time. He lay on the kang, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

She suddenly thought of the relatives from her husband's previous life.

My uncle was also an old revolutionary soldier and had made contributions, but definitely not as many as Grandpa Zheng.

But I am very open-minded. I will never take what is not mine, and I will definitely strive for the honors and rewards that are mine. I will also never hesitate to protect my children when it is time to do so.

Such cadres are like lotus flowers in the pond in later generations, selfless and praised by people.

From Mr. Zheng, she understood a truth: selfish people enjoy life the most, while selfless people suffer the most!

She never understood what these people were thinking. Instead of fighting for what they should fight for, they tried every possible way to push it away.

Isn't it also a form of indulgence to let the loved ones around you suffer and let power and resources fall into the hands of speculators?

If these selfless and unambitious people were in power, would society be different?

There is no solution to this problem! Ordinary people have never been in that position, so they certainly can't think of those complicated problems.

Even though she has space and had assets worth hundreds of millions in her previous life, she is still a small person at the bottom of society after all!

After tossing and turning all night, Han Zhaozhao still didn't figure it out, and woke up in the morning with panda eyes.

Today the old lady went to the company to report for leave and go back to work. After dinner, Han Zhaozhao escorted her grandmother to the scrap collection station. As soon as they returned home, Niu Xiaomin and Xiao Sanzi came.

"I wanted to queue up to buy food in the middle of the night, but when I got there, I was shocked to see that the line was so winding that it was three miles long if you stretched it out straight.

I thought, I’m just joining the queue to see the crowd, I’ll just freeze all night and enjoy the fun, so I went back immediately with the bag in my arms.”

Niu Xiaomin: "My mother is still waiting there. Many people have asked for leave and can't even attend work."

Han Zhaozhao concluded: "Fortunately, we have stored food so we are not panicking! By the way, everyone should keep a low profile and don't show your true colors, otherwise it will easily cause trouble!"

The third child calmly went to pour himself some water and said, "Do I need you to tell me? My mom and my elder brother have also asked for leave to queue up to buy food!

These past two days, my family has been cooking sweet potato porridge for every meal, which has made me burp sour water. I am now looking forward to every family buying food so that my mother can cook a pot of rice for us to eat! "