Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

During the three difficult years, it was said that there were tragedies of cannibalism in some places. People were starving and wanted to bite themselves. Han Zhaozhao was not brave enough to take the risk, so he just pretended to be a coward and lived a timid life. This was more important than anything else.

She was still young and unable to protect herself and her grandmother, and she didn't want to cause unnecessary trouble.

It was almost noon. Han Zhaozhao went to the well in the backyard to pump a few buckets of water, brought it back to the kitchen, and added space water to fill the water tank.

As the temperature rose at noon, she watered the spinach and green garlic. Watching the water in the vegetable field slowly seeping down, she remembered what her grandmother had said: these vegetables should be covered with leaves and hay to survive the winter.

She is getting ready to go out in the afternoon!

After heating up the leftover rice in the pot, Han Zhaozhao felt a little greedy. She had to find a way to get some meat to eat, otherwise her appetite would increase after her body was transformed, and she would not be able to eat much food alone!

The country now implements ticket management for grain and meat, and the supply is limited.

Without meat to eat, her family’s food ration of less than 50 kilograms might not be enough for one person.

In order to improve her physical condition, she should start exercising morning and evening. The body is the capital of revolution, and health is the wealth of life!

If you want to live a good life, you must have a good body! She had to practice the kung fu she learned in her previous life again.

In her previous life, she came into contact with Kung Fu too late and only learned some simple basic movements and military boxing from her sons. In addition, she was born with great strength, which enabled her to avoid danger many times.

If fighting with others, three to five strong men can hold off an ordinary person, but a real master cannot defeat even one of them!

Don't ask her if she has ever seen a master. To be honest, she couldn't even beat her youngest son, let alone his masters and his senior brothers and sisters.

That was in later times, when most of the real kung fu had been lost, and there were very few direct descendants of each martial arts school. People who learned kung fu were distracted and did not practice much.

In this day and age, there are still many true martial arts masters in the world, and martial arts experts are countless.

In her previous life, she had seen a precious video recording of this era on a certain audio platform. Many of the uncles and aunts doing morning exercises in the parks in Beijing were real masters.

The folk artists performing on the flyovers are all heroes with special skills. Even the 80-year-old grandfather riding a bicycle on the street is very skilled, often letting his hands go through the handlebars, practicing Tai Chi and Bagua while riding!

Han Zhaozhao thought about it and decided that after her grandmother went to get off work and came home on time, and had an accurate grasp of her time to go out and come home, she would still go out more often.

Maybe someday, she will find an opportunity to become a disciple of a martial arts master! Then her life will be more secure.

Han Zhaozhao quickly finished his simple lunch, went to the warehouse to get a torn sack, picked up a rake, and prepared to go out.

After locking the door, she walked in the alley full of ancient charm with brisk steps like a bird out of a cage.

"Zhao Zhao, where are you going?" A girl's voice came from the door next to them.

Han Zhaozhao: "I'm going to the grove outside the city to pick some leaves and come back to cover the spinach. Sister Xiaolian, what are you doing this afternoon? Have you collected firewood these days?" She turned her head and saw that it was Niu Xiaolian from the front yard.

"I knew it! Wait for me, I'll go call Li Cui. It just so happens that we don't have a rake, so let's go together and we can carry it together when we come back."

Before Han Zhaozhao could say anything, Niu Xiaolian had already turned and ran away. She held out Erkang's hand, but had to swallow the words that were on the tip of her tongue.

Forget it, I’ll ask on the way!

Soon, five half-grown children came running out of the gate, some boys and some girls, some older than Han Zhaozhao, and two younger than Han Zhaozhao.

There were three children from Niu Zhengyi's family alone, fourteen-year-old Niu Xiaomin, eleven-year-old Niu Xiaolian, and eight-year-old sister Niu Xiaoyun.

Li Cui and Li Yan from the Li family also came. They are older, one is sixteen years old and the other is fourteen years old. They are in junior high school and senior primary school respectively this year.

Also coming with them were the sisters Xue Xing, 11 years old, and Xue Ying, 6 years old, from Xue Chuancai's family.

Han Zhaozhao: "Are Xiaoyun and Xueying going too? You are too young to walk fast, so you should not go with us this time!"

Xue Ying was the youngest and the shortest, but he was the most talkative. "Why don't you let me go? You are only one year older than me, why can you go but I can't?

I'll go! I won't listen to you. I can't walk fast, so let my second sister carry me. You don't have to worry about me."

Han Zhaozhao: ...She's too talkative? Then she stopped talking and walked forward. She wouldn't argue with a naughty kid.

Li Cui also said: "Xue Xing, don't let your sister go, how can you carry firewood home if you carry her on your back?

We set out late to begin with, and if we waste time waiting for you, we won’t be able to get back in time to cook dinner in the evening.

Xue Ying, don't compare yourself with Zhao Zhao. Zhao Zhao is a head taller than you. She walks faster than you and doesn't need anyone to carry her.

Next time! Next time we go to collect firewood, we'll go out earlier and take you with us."

Xiaolian and Xiaoyun: "That's right. We are going to collect firewood, not to go out for fun. Don't go. If you come back late, it will delay our cooking."

Xue Xing looked embarrassed: "Xiaoying, how about you not go this time?"

Xue Ying: "No, I'm going! Don't we have my elder sister cooking at home? I don't have to worry about coming home late and no one cooking. I don't have to worry about walking slowly!"

Niu Xiaolian's second brother Niu Xiaomin was anxious, "Are you guys going or not? Why are you taking so long to pick up firewood? If you want to go, go quickly. The sooner you go, the sooner you can come back. I still have homework to finish.

Xue Xing, if you take your sister there and can't come back, don't blame us for not waiting for you.

You don't have to worry about coming home late because someone is cooking at home, but that's not the case for us. We all have things to do at home and don't have the time to hang around with you two.

Let’s go! Zhaozhao, Brother Ming will help you carry the rake, but you have to lend it to me first when we get there!”

"Okay! I'll lend it to you after I'm done with it. Brother Min, you have to be careful when using it. If you break the teeth of the rake, my grandma will be very angry with me."

Han Zhaozhao was very happy to see someone step forward, and happily followed Niu Xiaomin to the front of the team.

As for whether the Xue sisters want to go or not, she doesn't care about it!

Niu Xiaomin is in senior primary school this year and will take the junior high school entrance exam next summer. He has more homework than before. Tomorrow is Monday and he has to go to school, but he hasn’t finished his weekend homework yet!

The child was anxious, and he walked in front, carrying the basket with Han Zhaozhao's rake. His ill-fitting gown and baggy trousers swung back and forth. From the perspective of later generations, he looked both rustic and sloppy.

Han Zhaozhao found it funny. Her current image was the same, not much better than others.

She trotted after him and made small talk, "Brother Min, your clothes look really nice when you walk fast, they flutter!"

"Zhao Zhao, if you want to say that I'm not dressed properly, just say it directly. When did you learn to beat around the bush?

Don't worry, Brother Min won't get angry with you no matter what you say. This dress is not mine. My clothes are not dry yet. I am wearing my brother's. Is it a little too big?

It doesn’t matter if it’s bigger, as long as it doesn’t show any flesh, right?”

Han Zhaozhao nodded seriously: "Brother Min, you are right!"

She said, with Aunt Niu's ability to manage life, if it was Brother Min's clothes, she would definitely cut off the extra cloth to use for patching, and would not make the clothes so big for the child.

Nowadays, ordinary people have low incomes. A family has at least seven or eight people. The salary they earn is barely enough to fill their stomachs, let alone buy cloth to make clothes. In a family, if each person can have a set of clothes to change into, they are considered to have good living conditions.