Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

Xiao Sanzi shook his head: "Don't count me in. I finally finished the exam. Da Kan and I made an appointment to go to the Children's Palace to play table tennis this afternoon."

Han Zhaozhao also didn't like estimating scores and checking answers after the test because the results were already decided and it was meaningless.

"I'm busy this afternoon. The potato seeds have sprouted. I'm going to dig ridges and plant them."

"Then I'll help you. Have you tilled your vegetable garden? I'll go home and ask my brother and sister to help if they have nothing to do.

"Little Sanzi, don't go out to play this afternoon. You've eaten a lot of the food at Zhaozhao's house. Come help with the farming."

Niu Xiaoyun knew what was going on and planned to go to the Han family to help in the afternoon.

Both families have eaten a lot of Zhaozhao's food, so the third child wants to go out and play, but that's not allowed.

"Da Kan and I have already agreed. It's not good to go back on our word at the last minute, right? Zhao Zhao, how about leaving the work to me next time?"

Han Zhaozhao agreed: "Okay! There's not much work to do in the afternoon, I can do it alone, you should go and have some fun.

Xiaoyun, you don't need to come in the afternoon if you have something to do. It's the weekend now. See if there is any work to do at home and do it first.

Your mother goes to work every day, and you have a large family, so you must have a lot of work to do.

I don’t have much to do at home. I stay at home every day and I can finish any work I can find.”

"Is that so? Okay then! You just do it slowly first, and I'll come to help you after I finish the housework." Niu Xiaoyun was a little hesitant.

Zhao Zhao was right. Her family must have a lot of work to do. Not to mention other things, her two sisters would have to spend half a day washing the clothes and sheets for the whole family.

I have to go pick wild vegetables, buy coal briquettes, queue up at the supply and marketing cooperative to buy other things, and buy back the remaining items in my family's food and non-staple food book this month. If I don't buy them now, they will expire next month.

We parted at the gate of the courtyard and everyone went back to their homes and looked for their mothers.

Han Zhaozhao had no mother to look for him, so he returned home, dropped his schoolbag, and ran straight to the backyard.

The mother hen must be hungry, so it's time to add more food and water.

"Brother is older, brother is older!" Just in time, the hen came out of the nest proudly after laying eggs, holding her chest and head high to announce her ability to her owner.

Han Zhaozhao reached out and touched them. They were warm. The fresh eggs in the chicken coop still had the mother hen's body temperature.

Let’s have sea urchin steamed egg for lunch, let’s go!

I also cooked a fish ball soup, with both liquid and dry dishes, both delicious and drinkable, so comfortable!

After lunch, Han Zhaozhao read the second-grade textbook he brought back, made himself a pot of jasmine tea, and then went to the backyard with tools to plant potatoes.

Now she is stronger than an adult man, so this little work is no problem for her.

The manure was spread in advance, and the fields were ridged, dug, and watered. After the water in the pits seeped down, Han Zhaozhao went to the kitchen to bring back the potato seeds that had already sprouted, planted them one by one, and finally covered them with soil.

Seeing that it was still early, Han Zhaozhao simply dug up the sweet potato ridges and waited for the sweet potato seedlings in the space to grow and then plant them.

After planting two rows of potatoes, there were still some seeds left. Han Zhaozhao rolled his eyes and decided to share them with the neighbors in the front yard that night.

I happen to be free tomorrow, so my neighbors can make full use of the Chinese people's talent for planting. They can plant potatoes in pots, tubes, baskets... As long as there is soil, everything can be used to grow potatoes.

Anyway, almost every household has broken pots, jars and baskets. They can be thrown away as garbage anyway, so they can be recycled and used to grow potatoes.

As long as people are not lazy, every seedling will eventually yield a harvest. If you plant a seedling well, you can harvest two or three kilograms of potatoes!

The next day, when the children from several yards were collecting broken pots and jars, Han Zhaozhao went up the mountain with a backpack at dawn.

Last night, after she finished her farm work in the space, she thought about it over and over again. She felt unwilling to let the land she had worked so hard to reclaim on the mountain go to waste.

The morning mist had not yet dispersed, and Han Zhaozhao walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow. This time she chose to walk along the mountain road along the stream, first to see if the wild celery by the stream had grown, and second to see if the spring drought had affected the flow of the stream.

As expected, the stream dried up, leaving only the rubble and cracked mud at the bottom of the ditch.

The drying up of the stream affected the growth of various wild vegetables, and only a few wild celery sprouted by the stream.

They couldn't even put together a plate of food, and Han Zhaozhao didn't even bother to pick them!

As we climbed over the hillside, the grass along the way was yellow and withered, with almost no green to be seen. Even the extremely resilient yellow broom and wild jujube trees on the hillside had not yet begun to sprout.

In previous years, their branches had become soft and green, full of moisture, and the tips of the small buds had grown to the size of soybeans.

But now, when you bend them with your hands, they make a crisp "crackling" sound, and most of the branches in the upper part are dry and dead.

Han Zhaozhao came to the land that had been reclaimed last year. The ground was covered with crop straw, which was blown into a mess by the wind and scattered everywhere.

She sighed and didn't start to clean up. Let it be a mess, it will be easier to hide from others.

Take out a scoop of pumpkin seeds from the space, use a military shovel to poke a small hole in the spot every five or six steps, and stuff a seed in it.

Han Zhaozhao planted a pound of pumpkin seeds in the valley.

She scattered some corn, millet, and soybean seeds on the fertile land without digging holes or furrows, but just scattered them casually and kicked up some loose soil to cover them.

At the corner of the field, Han Zhaozhao also buried dozens of potatoes the size of eggs.

Anyway, the fields are dry and without rain, not even the weeds grow.

She just hoped that God would open his eyes and if there was a spring rain, the seeds she sowed would sprout and grow together with the weeds.

When nearby villagers go into the mountains, they also see this place as an unexpected surprise of wild growth.

After cleaning the valley bottom, Han Zhaozhao climbed up the hillside again, grabbing handfuls of buckwheat seeds and scattering them everywhere as he walked, hoping that they would also survive and bear seeds.

No matter what, if things are dark here, they will be bright there. Planting one more crop always means one more hope.

Fortunately, there was a drought this year, and Han Zhaozhao discovered that the small animals outside the mountain were almost extinct.

Without food, even the small animals became alert and moved deep into the mountains.

After leaving the valley, Han Zhaozhao continued to walk into the mountains. Since he was already here, he couldn't go back empty-handed!

If you can’t find any wild vegetables, you can just hunt a couple of pheasants and rabbits!

She walked and threw pumpkin seeds, and after walking for a long time, she found traces of the rabbit again.

In a small forest on a hillside, she finally found fresh rabbit droppings.

Han Zhaozhao searched carefully around the area and finally found three cave entrances. As expected, a cunning rabbit has three burrows.

She blocked one hole with a big stone and covered the other hole with a bamboo basket and a big stone slab on top.

She stuffed the remaining third hole with dead branches and leaves, and with a "click" of the lighter, a small flame was put in to light it.

He took out a hair dryer from the space and started blowing.

After a while, Han Zhaozhao saw three places of smoke not far away. Oh no, there was a hole!

She ran over and lifted a stone to block the hole. Oh, what a close call! She had just made eye contact with the hare in the hole, and it was almost all in vain!

He ran a few steps to the hole covering the bamboo basket and saw a big wild rabbit jumping out and circling in the basket anxiously.

Han Zhaozhao breathed a sigh of relief, but the hare stopped moving, looking at her with its eyes rolling, its three-petal mouth moving in a very cute way.

Han Zhaozhao's heart moved, and he thought that if he caught this rabbit, he could improve the food today. Would it be braised or spicy tonight?