Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

When she left the space, she also brought out ten kilograms of noodles, which were for the old lady to take to the Northeast.

Han Zhaozhao steamed a pot of rice for herself at noon. There was also half a pot of braised pork in the space. She poured the meat and sauce on the rice, and it tasted delicious even when she ate it alone.

The weather is very good today, the sun is warm and there is not a trace of wind.

Taking out a medical book from the space, Han Zhaozhao studied it eagerly like a dried sponge. He placed a notebook at hand and wrote down the questions that he did not understand one by one, preparing to ask Liu Laobai for advice next time.

A good memory is not as good as a bad pen. This sentence from her primary school teacher in her previous life was like a bright light, always illuminating her way forward.

The questions in the notebook were like shining stars, which she solved one by one. Perhaps one day when she looked back, these questions would be connected into one or even several clear threads, bringing her endless inspiration.

Tired of reading, she stopped to do some eye exercises. She didn’t want to be a bespectacled girl.

When she wears glasses in cold weather, the lenses will fog up after a while of breathing, and she can't see the road on rainy days. It is not only unsightly but also seriously affects her quality of life. She must protect her eyes.

In her previous life, her eyes could see through the sea water dozens of meters deep, which was comparable to a radar fish finder.

Although I am not as powerful as in my previous life, I can see farther and more clearly than ordinary people.

The time spent concentrating on studying passed very quickly. It was not until the knock on the door did Han Zhaozhao realize that it was time to make dinner again.

The old lady got off work a little early today, and on her way home, she stopped by the supply and marketing cooperative.

Han Zhaozhao saw that she had bought another flashlight. The old lady came close to her granddaughter and asked quietly: "Zhaozhao, your aunt Shufen and the others haven't come back yet?"

Han Zhaozhao looked up and asked in confusion: "Well, I haven't replied yet. Grandma, you got off work very early today, and I was busy studying and didn't have time to cook.

Why did you buy another flashlight? Our flashlight is broken."

The old lady shook her head, "It's not broken, I bought it for your aunt. Zhaozhao, grandma is thinking, can you change this flashlight into a blue light to illuminate scorpions?

When the weather gets warmer, your aunt and her friends can catch scorpions and bring some money home."

Han Zhaozhao shook her head repeatedly. "Grandma, that kind of light bulb is no longer available. I have asked in many places but couldn't find it. I can't change it. I really can't change it."

Even if she could change, she would definitely not do so. What if someone found out and exposed her? Wouldn't that be asking for trouble?

It seems that her grandmother has let her guard down. This year, she has to find a way to make both blue light flashlights in her hands break down.

It is not a good thing if Scorpio makes money too quickly and makes everyone greedy and the price rises sharply.

Alas! Not everyone can resist greed. She thought things were too simple!

"Where did you get those two light bulbs in our house? Can you look for them again?"

Han Zhaozhao scratched her head. Why was her grandmother still being so stubborn?

"Grandma, why did I let you use them secretly last year? It was because I found these two light bulbs at a scrapyard.

You don't know, I took it apart from an old radio. Later I thought, the radio was all in foreign languages, and it might be used by spies to receive foreign signals.

You say, if we are discovered, won’t we be in trouble? "

When the old lady heard that he was related to the spy, she immediately stopped.

"We can't do that! We can't get involved in anything that has anything to do with foreign spies. If something goes wrong, we'll be skinned alive!"

The old lady gave up the idea of ​​letting her daughter get rich by catching scorpions with blue light and quickly went into the kitchen to cook.

She still cooks the same three things: cabbage stewed with potatoes, pancakes, and cornmeal porridge.

Han Zhaozhao took a look and thought, this won’t work. There is a lot of food at home, and only by mixing some food can the appetite be better.

It was definitely too late to cook the meat, and she didn't like her grandma nagging her that she wouldn't cook it and that it was a waste, so she could only go to the backyard and dig up a bunch of spinach, pull up two onions, and make two simple and easy dishes.

Wash the spinach and blanch it in boiling water until it is cooked. Take it out and rinse it with cold water to squeeze out excess water. Then cut it into sections, add salt, minced garlic, sesame oil, vinegar, and a little mustard oil.

This is the most common way of eating in Beijing. Spinach in spring can be eaten cold like this, and the original sweet taste of spinach can be tasted. It is crisp and refreshing, green and beautiful, which can especially stimulate people's appetite.

Wash and chop the green onions, beat five eggs, add some salt, and fry the green onion eggs.

As soon as the food was served, the old lady was still nagging, "There are at least five eggs in this dish. You kid, you really don't think about tomorrow after living today. How can you not know how to live?

"Look at other people's homes. They can't even get enough porridge. We have both liquid and dry food for every meal. Why do we have to have four dishes?"

Han Zhaozhao said nothing, letting her grandmother nag her. She lowered her head and ate the food in big mouthfuls.

She couldn't say it, she had a mental illness, in her previous life she often cursed people with "You will never be able to eat four dishes in your life!"

This sentence actually has two meanings. One is to insult someone who has been poor all his life and whose living standard does not allow his family to eat more than three dishes.

The other meaning is a bit harsh, insulting someone for not being able to accomplish any of the four major things in life.

Han Zhaozhao wanted to live a happy life until old age, so as long as conditions allowed, she would like to put out four plates, even if it was just pickles.

There were three dishes cooked tonight. Han Zhaozhao took a few pieces of fermented bean curd for the other dish, making up the entire plate, so her grandmother started nagging her again.

"Grandma, eat the eggs quickly, they will become fishy if they get cold. Please stop nagging, we only eat better at night.

Time was tight in the morning, so we both had a simple meal. At noon, you had a quick meal at work, and I was alone at home, and I didn't have the energy to cook, so I just made do with whatever I could.

After a day's work, we all rely on a good meal at night! Besides, we have food at home. If you go to the warehouse, you can see that there are still three large bags of dried vegetables that we dried in the spring, summer and autumn last year.

It's going to be warm soon. The spinach in our garden has been eaten up, and the cabbage and lettuce are about to be harvested. Others eat wild vegetables, but if we didn't like them, we wouldn't be able to eat any wild vegetables.

We are the only two of us, grandparents and grandchildren. If we don’t find a way to eat it quickly, won’t we be even more distressed if it goes bad?”

The old lady was stumped by her granddaughter's words. She smacked her lips and wanted to say something, but she couldn't win the argument with her granddaughter. Forget it, she was the one who got these things back, so let her do what she wants!

Finally, the old lady added: "Zhao Zhao, even though we live at the end of the alley, the smell of our meat dishes can still be smelled from far away.

I am afraid that the supply is getting less and less. Other families can't get enough to eat, but we have meat every day, which makes our neighbors jealous!"

Han Zhaozhao put down his chopsticks, thought for a moment and said, "What you said makes sense. But life is long, and we can't be afraid of arousing envy by lowering our living standards, right?

How could I have the motivation to go out and buy food and drink? My family's income was higher than others', and we also had a small vegetable garden.

Apart from daily necessities, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and food rations, we basically don’t spend much on food and drink. Anyone who knows our family’s financial situation knows that we have no shortage of food and drink.”