Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

"No, I made an appointment with the people on the train before I came here, and I will go back with my brother who brought me here.

I have taken a leave of absence this time. I will come again during summer vacation when I miss you guys.

Anyway, I remember the way, so I can find it myself later."

After hearing this, the two boys fell silent, looking at Han Zhaozhao with envy in their eyes. They had never left the town since they were little, but Han Zhaozhao, a little girl, could take a train for several days to visit relatives alone!

Oh! People are so different. You can’t compare them. It’s so depressing just thinking about it!

The three children were exhausted after digging two mouse holes. After eating peanuts, Shuan Zhuxin was very careful and urged Han Zhaozhao to accompany him to find mouse holes.

Every time he found one, he would mark it and prepare to bring people to dig it up later.

Little Stone was afraid of being left behind, so he followed closely with his short legs, silently memorizing the location as he walked.

This was found with the help of his cousin, and it can't be monopolized by Brother Shuanzhu. He has to get involved in it anyway.

The two boys each had their own little thoughts, and their battle of wits over stuttering was very funny to Han Zhaozhao.

She spent the whole afternoon helping to find a dozen rat holes that were sure to contain food, and she also passed on her experience in digging rat holes to the two of them.

Although this may be a fun game full of surprises for children, it is still a means of finding life-saving food in years of disaster.

Not to mention germs and the like, if people are really hungry, they will even eat tree bark, grass roots, and soil. At that time, spoiled food will be extremely precious.

What's more, the common people are also wise. They will definitely wash and cook the food they get from the rat holes before eating.

Han Zhaozhao couldn't help in any other way. The mountains were high and the roads were long, and they were separated by two provinces. Maybe this little trick could help them get an extra portion of life-saving food.

That night, my uncle and Shuanzhu's father each took a bag and, under the leadership of Shuanzhu, divided the loot on the spot. Each family got half, and they secretly carried the food back home without letting the villagers know.

According to my uncle, Shuanzhu's father was shocked to see so much food, and kept praising his son for being so capable and a good boy who cares about his family!

Han Zhaozhao and Xiao Shitou went to bed early. His uncle and aunt were busy for half the night, picking and choosing, and finally washing the grain twice. They went to bed very late.

When Han Zhaozhao woke up in the morning, she just turned over and was tickled. She felt under her body and found that her aunt had burned food on the kang.

When washing his face with his cousin, Han Zhaozhao felt uneasy because of the admiration in her eyes.

"Zhao Zhao, how can you be so capable? You can even dig out flowers from a rat hole!

Now, the family has distributed nearly 20 kilograms of soybeans, which are enough to exchange for tofu for a year.

How about you don't leave? The day after tomorrow, Sunday, we'll have a day off and go to the next village, Shuipaozi. It's very big, with meadows and reeds. If you're lucky, you can pick up pheasant eggs and wild duck eggs."

Little Shitou followed them in a daze, and sincerely tried to persuade her to stay, "Sister Zhaozhao, you've been here for too short a time, and I haven't taken you out to have fun yet!

Brother Shuanzhu said that if you stay a few more days, he will take you to the meadow. His grandfather has a bow and arrow, and he will borrow it and take us to shoot pheasants. "

Han Zhaozhao was a little interested and asked Xiao Shitou, "Why didn't you tell me about this fun place yesterday?

If I had known there was such a good place earlier, I wouldn't have dug a mouse hole, I would have gone straight to catch pheasants!"

Little Stone stole a glance at his aunt who was cleaning the table in the house, and whispered: "Isn't it too far from home? It's eleven miles away, and it takes a lot of time just to go back and forth.

Besides, my parents would definitely not let us go. Children cannot go without an adult. They say there are wolves there that eat children."

Han Zhaozhao rolled his eyes. "Is there really a wolf? Then why are you talking so excitedly? Are you kidding me?"

Little Stone laughed awkwardly: "Hehe, if you really want to stay, we can ask the adults to take us there! At worst, we can just not go with some people, because too many people will scare even wolves.

Brother Shuanzhu said that you are lucky, and as long as I take you there, you will definitely have a good harvest!"

Han Zhaozhao grinned, "According to what you said, I am still a lucky doll! I will make a fortune wherever I go."

"I think so too. We have dug out rat holes before, but we have never found so much food.

Sometimes I would dig up some, but they would either sprout or become hairy and rotten into mud. I had never seen such clean and good food before."

Han Zhaozhao found it funny. She thought that all the good things from God were due to her.

"That's because there's not enough rain this year! If there's too much rain, the rat holes will get damp, and the food will rot and sprout. It really has nothing to do with me."

But no matter what, Xiao Shitou was stubborn and insisted that her sister Zhaozhao was a blessed person.

If you are lucky, then you are lucky. Anyway, it sounds better than being a jinx! Unable to compete, Han Zhaozhao simply gave up and just wanted to be a lucky doll!

After breakfast, my cousins ​​reluctantly went to school. They had to catch the train in the afternoon and had to leave home at noon.

Grandpa, uncle and aunt all took leave from work and stayed at home with the little guest. Little Shitou followed him every step of the way.

Bringing up the old matter again, grandpa has decided not to go to Beijing with his granddaughter this time.

Knowing that a disaster was coming, he was worried about leaving home. He always felt that his son was not capable of supporting a family, and he was also afraid that if something happened, he would die outside and could not return home.

As we got closer to departure, time passed faster and faster. It felt like there were still many things I hadn’t said, and it was time to leave.

His uncle borrowed a ox cart and took Han Zhaozhao to the train station.

Two big bags came when we came, and one small bag left. My uncle and aunt were very embarrassed because there was really nothing at home that they could bring for the children.

It took several families to get together ten kilograms of pine nuts, three kilograms of pine mushrooms, and five kilograms of hazelnuts. Even this little bit of stuff was made by a family with many children and who were very hardworking, working overtime in the fall.

Before leaving, my aunt was still mumbling, "Go back and bring something good to your grandma. There are so many things to do in the village before the New Year that we can't go up the mountain to pick up mountain products. I have nothing to bring back for you.

Wait until autumn. In autumn, even if you ask your cousins ​​to take a few days off, they will go up the mountain to pick up more mountain products and send them to you."

Han Zhaozhao smiled and comforted her: "Aunt, it's good enough that you can take good care of grandpa. There is everything in Beijing, don't worry about it.

If you have anything to say, please write to us or send us a telegram. Remember to write to us often! Grandpa, you must take care of yourself. I will come to see you again during the holidays."

Grandpa followed the oxcart to the entrance of the village and watched his granddaughter go away on the oxcart. He only remembered muttering a few words, "Don't forget to write more letters! Send me a telegram when you get home! Study hard, listen to your grandma, and don't send me anything anymore. I have money and I know how to buy whatever I need."

Han Zhaozhao didn't know that her grandfather didn't sleep much last night. He cried for a long time holding the last photo of his daughter brought by his granddaughter.

He is old and can only take care of the living but not the dead. He can only put his daughter aside for the time being and hope that his children and grandchildren at home are safe so that he can close his eyes after his death.

As the ox cart passed through the town, Han Zhaozhao called his uncle and went into the supply and marketing cooperative to buy a large iron pot.

When we arrived at the train station, there were only three people waiting for the train in the waiting room.