Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

The elk's leg wound had to be checked and treated with medicine, and the wild boar had to be killed and bled while it was still hot.

Han Zhaozhao changed the medicine for the seriously injured elk and tied up the broken bones with wooden boards.

"Get well soon! If you don't get well, don't blame me for killing you and eating your meat.

A disabled deer will be eaten by other carnivorous animals if it is released, so it is better for me to taste the deer meat!"

Han Zhaozhao was treating her wounds while talking to herself. She was in a bad mood because of what happened today and the injured elk!

I also picked some carrots and cut some sweet potato vines for the elk. I was afraid that they would not have enough to eat, so I also brought some corn stalks and bean stalks for them.

Seeing them eating so happily, Han Zhaozhao finally breathed a sigh of relief! Oh my god, what a sin! Today, I almost became the sinner who caused the elk to become extinct!

It’s bad luck just thinking about it!

When they started to kill the wild boar, the white knife went in and the red knife came out, and streams of hot blood bubbled into the large stainless steel barrel. Only then did Han Zhaozhao feel the depression in his heart go away.

We killed eight wild boars, and two large stainless steel barrels were filled with pig blood.

Sprinkle salt and stir evenly, boil half a pot of water, she boils the pig blood first, leaving a basin of pig blood, and then pick out the pig intestines and make some blood sausage to eat.

There is still half a jar of sauerkraut at home. When the old lady comes back, we will stew a pot of sauerkraut, pork and blood sausage. She loves this the most.

Wild boar skin is thick, so you can peel it off directly and send it to a shoemaker's shop when you have time. They will scrape off the oil and knead it to make a few pairs of large leather shoes.

Wild boars are thinner in spring and have almost no fat on their bodies.

The back hill, front trough, ribs, tenderloin, pork belly... Han Zhaozhao cut them all into pieces.

She was going to make some bacon, but then she discovered there were no cypress branches in the space.

"Hey, I have to find time to prepare some cypress smoked bacon in advance!"

It took her most of the night to deal with the two big wild boars. After bleeding and skinning the other six wild boars, she had to put them aside for the time being.

There was no time to deal with the little wild boars, and it seemed that they could not go anywhere tomorrow.

Bringing back the wild animals is just the beginning, there is still a lot of work waiting for you!

Maybe her plan for the next few days should be changed. She should cancel the trip to Yanqing Wetland to fish for wild ducks and save some time for a trip to Tianjin.

Stroking her fishing boat, her heart was filled with emotion.

"It's so frustrating that such an advanced and stylish fishing boat has become useless in the 1950s!"

Han Zhaozhao first took a nice essential oil bath. He stank of blood from slaughtering a pig, it was really stinky!

After taking a shower and having a midnight snack, Han Zhaozhao went to bed.

The old lady was not at home and no one knocked on her door in the middle of the night, so Han Zhaozhao simply slept on the large bed in the space.

Comfortable, soft and beautiful!

After rolling around for a while, Han Zhaozhao fell into a sweet dream.

When she woke up the next day, Xiaoliang and his wife next door had already gone to work.

The yard has been cleaned up. It must have been Xiaoliang who did it.

Han Zhaozhao went to the backyard to use the toilet and feed the chickens. He returned to the front yard, washed up, went into the space, cooked preserved egg and lean meat porridge, fried fresh meat buns, and ate breakfast.

Then she cleaned the main room. It would not look good if someone came and the room was full of dust. Others would think her grandmother was not at home and she was being lazy!

Han Zhaozhao patiently stayed at home for another day and processed the prey he brought back yesterday.

In the afternoon, Han Zhaozhao went out before Xiaoliang and his mother returned home.

She is going to Tianjin!

I went to the train station, followed the crowd, and followed a female cadre. She pretended to be a child from another family and got on the train without buying a ticket.

Hahaha, she finally rebelled for once and became a kid who evaded the ticket!

When she arrived at Tianjin Station in the middle of the night, she spotted a middle-aged man on a business trip, followed him, got off the train and sneaked out of the station.

After leaving the station, she left the crowd and hid in the darkness alone.

She had already made a plan. She rode her electric bike to the beach at night, found a place where no one would see her, launched the fishing boat, and went out to surf the waves.

The electric bike cannot be seen in public during the day, and it is a waste of time for her to take the bus or walk with her short legs.

Moreover, it was also dangerous for her, a little girl with a Beijing accent, to wander around alone.

Darkness is her camouflage color!

Han Zhaozhao first went into the space to have a delicious dinner and filled her stomach. At two o'clock in the middle of the night, she rode her electric bike on the road again.

Tianjin was a strange city to her. She had never been there in her previous life.

Now, it is still desolate.

Especially the suburbs, which were even more backward than the mountainous areas in later generations.

She didn't mind not knowing the way, because she had a map! Following the map, she rode her bike towards the sea.

She had made up her mind that as long as she was heading in the right direction, she would definitely be able to reach the beach.

We took several detours along the way, and once even rode into a field.

Fortunately, she had a good sense of direction and never lost her way. When the road was blocked, she put away her electric bike and walked. She climbed over mountains and looked for bridges when she came across rivers. She spent half the night groping for the way. Believe it or not, at daybreak, she actually found her way to the beach.

Han Zhaozhao sat on the rocks by the sea and grinned foolishly, as the saying goes, where there is a will there is a way!

Look, she really found the beach! Looking at the map, it's only a dozen miles away from Tanggu Wharf. It should be easy to go back this way.

In the distance, there is a village, which looks like a fishing village. The name on the map is Jiangjiazhuang, but it should be renamed Qianjin Brigade now.

There is a small pier in front of the village, with a dozen small boats and two slightly larger boats moored there.

Most ships of this era were wooden sailing ships, with the larger ones being around 20 meters long and probably belonging to the brigade.

From a distance the boat looked as big as a small bowl. Could this be the small wooden boat that the local people in Tianjin jokingly refer to as carrying two boats on a shoulder pole?

In those days, fishermen's production tools were very backward. The best boats they had were just motorized iron boats left behind by the Japanese invaders, which were usually distributed by the government to various transportation departments or the communes below them.

The quantity is extremely small and the fishing villages cannot get any.

Han Zhaozhao felt a chill in his heart. With only these small wooden boats that were not much bigger than a tabletop, the fishermen still went out to the sea to fish. Wasn't that like an old man hanging himself - thinking his life was too short?

The sea is not like an inland freshwater lake where the surface is calm and waveless. The waves in the sea can be very strong!

Boats like this can't even withstand the wind and waves, let alone the ordinary waves in good weather. It's no wonder that the amount of fish caught is not high when using this kind of boat for fishing!

The fishermen just cast their nets near the coast, it would be strange if they could get a big catch!

She had heard from elders in later generations that the sea fishing technology was backward in that era, the seawater environment was not polluted, and there were still abundant fish resources in the Bohai Bay.

Especially yellow croaker, hairtail and Spanish mackerel are especially abundant. If there are too many fish, they are less valuable. I heard that some fishing villages feed yellow croaker to chickens and ducks, or even bury them in the ground to make fertilizer.

She felt so heartbroken when she heard that!

In later generations, large yellow croakers were almost extinct. Those weighing more than two or three kilograms were sold for thousands or even tens of thousands of yuan per kilogram. Only rich people had to wave their money and ask others to help them get one.

Han Zhaozhao found a sheltered place behind the reef and sat down to have breakfast.