Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

She listened from the side and felt that the mother and son were doing okay.

Her grandmother put forward several conditions: pay attention to hygiene, do not mess up the public living area of ​​the yard; do not bring in unrelated people; do not make loud noises; do not visit their room at will; do not touch things at home without permission; use only tap water in the yard; do not enter the backyard, and go to the public toilet outside...

She put forward more than a dozen random conditions, and Han Zhaozhao covered her face when she heard them, but the woman agreed to all of them, making the old lady very helpless.

The tenant was unexpectedly sensible, so she could no longer refuse the mother and son to move in.

There was no other choice, so the old lady asked Han Zhaozhao to call Grandpa Guan and write a rental agreement on the spot.

The monthly rent for the three back rooms was six dollars. Both parties confirmed that it was correct, put their fingerprints on it and paid one year's rent, and the matter was settled.

Han Zhaozhao discovered that the soldier didn't say much during the whole process, nor did he help the woman to fight for her rights. He was like a background board, which made people very confused and puzzled.

After the agreement was written, the old lady kept one, the tenant kept one, and Mr. Guan also kept one. The other one would be sent to Director Zhang later, who could be considered the middleman.

The old lady led everyone to the back house, told them to add furniture themselves, and then asked her granddaughter to look after the house while she went to work.

Han Zhaozhao disguised himself as an ordinary child, stood at the door of the back room, curiously peeking in and eavesdropping on the conversation between Grandpa Guan and the soldier.

"Xiao Zheng, you can rest assured that the mother and daughter are living here! The old lady is also a military dependent, and she is very conscious!

Please help me find a way to buy what is missing at home.

The mother and daughter have come all the way to seek refuge with you, you have to take good care of them!

Shufen has had a hard time, and has suffered a lot raising a child. Now that you have settled down, it’s time to let them enjoy a few days of happiness.”

The soldier responded in a deep voice, and without knowing what he said to the woman, he turned and walked out.

The woman waved Han Zhaozhao over, took out an oil-paper bag from the bag she brought with her, grabbed a handful of snacks and shared them with the boy and Han Zhaozhao.

"Kids, I need to clean up. The room is dirty. You two can go play over there!"

Han Zhaozhao didn't want it, but the woman forced it in. Grandpa Guan said, "Zhaozhao, just take what your aunt gives you!"

Han Zhaozhao had no choice but to take it and said to the woman, "Thank you, Auntie. The broom is in the hallway at the gate. If you need it, just take it and put it away after use."

Han Zhaozhao turned back to the main hall door, sat on a stool, ate snacks and watched the movement of the opposite door. The snacks were homemade pumpkin jerky, added with chili, glutinous rice flour and sesame, very chewy and delicious.

The boy followed her silently without saying a word, pulled a stool over and sat next to her, eating dried pumpkin with her.

Han Zhaozhao always felt something was wrong. They were sitting in a row and eating fruit? He was so grown up, why didn't he help his mother with work? Was this child a fool?

"What's your name? Are you in your teens? Why don't you go help with the work?"

Han Zhaozhao was worried. Was this child a problem child? Oh no, there was always a loophole. They let him move in without knowing the situation clearly. Wouldn't this cause a big trouble?

"My name is Xiaoliang, I'm seventeen years old, and my mom told me to play! Sister, I'm thirsty!" This was the first time the boy spoke since entering the hospital.

His voice was clear and pleasant, and he must have passed the voice change period. He didn't talk a lot, but he answered all the questions clearly.

Han Zhaozhao was sure that this child was really sick. But fortunately, he was not crazy, stupid, deaf or dumb, but he seemed a little mentally retarded. He had a beautiful boy's face, but a mouth like a five or six-year-old child.

"Sister, I'm thirsty and want to drink water!" Han Zhaozhao was still distracted when the boy spoke again.

"Oh, wait here, I'll get you some water."

Well, I became a little maid!

Han Zhaozhao took the teapot and teacups, and the thermos, and moved the low table to the corridor. He poured a cup of boiling water for Xiaoliang and left it to dry. "It's too hot. Drink it later."

"Oh!" The boy retracted his hand and sat obediently, looking at the bowl on the table and waiting for the water to cool down.

Quite obedient!

Once again, it is confirmed that this child is mentally retarded!

After brewing a pot of honeysuckle tea, Han Zhaozhao shouted: "Grandpa Guan, I brewed honeysuckle tea, have some first!

Auntie, are you thirsty? Come over and have some water."

Grandpa Guan came over with his hands behind his back. Han Zhaozhao poured him some tea, glanced at the young man, and asked in a low voice: "Grandpa Guan, why do I feel like there's something wrong with this little brother? Is there something wrong with him?"

The old man sighed, "Ah! This child is a miserable one. When he was a child, he and his mother were imprisoned by the Japanese. It scared him to death.

Don't be afraid, he's very good! He's just grown older but not smarter, and his intelligence remains at the same level as before he was caught."

The old man touched Xiao Liang's short hair lovingly and smiled at him. Xiao Liang smiled back. If he didn't say anything, at first glance, there would really be nothing unusual.

Han Zhaozhao’s eyes widened. Oh my god, is this the real-life version of “Little Radish Head”?

"Aren't they and their mother revolutionary martyrs?" As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I suddenly felt that something was wrong. Only those who sacrificed their lives can be called "martyrs", but they are living well.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft, no, I was wrong! Are they underground party members?"

She was shocked. A big shot moved into their home? Then, she shook her head vigorously. No, they had made contributions to the country, so they shouldn't be so miserable. What went wrong?

"They can't be called underground party members. They were implicated by Xiaoliang's father. I heard that Shufen used to be the director of the Women's Association in the village. When the Japanese invaders came into the village, they knew that Xiaoliang's father was a member of the Eighth Route Army and planned to capture her to threaten Xiaoliang's father.

She ran up the mountain with her child in her arms, and the Japanese soldiers chased her desperately. Shufen ran out of breath and fell to the ground, vomiting half a basin of blood.

The child was frightened at the time, and was eventually caught up by the Japanese and tortured.

However, Lao Zheng led the team to move, and the Japanese failed. But the mother and daughter suffered a lot, and were imprisoned for several years, and were rescued only after liberation.

What a sin! A good child has become like this and his life is ruined!

It was a chaotic time, and Lao Zheng lost contact with the mother and daughter, and thought they were dead. Later, they reunited and formed a new family..."

The old man didn't say what happened next, but Han Zhaozhao understood it.

The original wife was found, but the man married a new woman and had another bunch of children.

This is not uncommon at all. After liberation, the troops entered the city and the cadres ushered in a happy new life.

After hearing this, Han Zhaozhao understood that his ex-wife was not his wife and had no qualifications to follow the army, so she could only rent a house!

The child has low intelligence, but he is not stupid. He seems to be able to understand some words. He opened his big eyes and murmured: "Mom hurts, bad guys beat me, small dark room, looking for dad."

When Grandpa Guan and Han Zhaozhao heard his words, they were shocked and their hearts were pounding. They didn't dare to continue the conversation.

Han Zhaozhao quickly brought him some warm water and asked him to drink it.

"Sweet! I want more!"

This is not the IQ of a five or six-year-old, it's obviously only two or three years old! The three of them drank tea in silence. Before they finished the pot of tea, Xiaoliang's father came back with his people.