Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

The bad thing about Beijing is that there are often sandstorms in the spring! During this period, the house has to be cleaned several times a day. If you are lazy, the furniture will be covered with dust, as if no one has lived there for months.

The wind came quickly and went away even faster. In just one minute, when I looked up again, the wind had died down and the storm had passed.

Han Zhaozhao returned to the main road and trotted toward the city. Hey, firewood!

Han Zhaozhao smiled. This gust of wind was not useless. It actually brought her a pile of firewood!

On the side of the road, a pile of dead branches more than one meter long were slowly rolling towards her.

Haha, it just so happened that she didn’t pick up firewood today, and coincidentally her mother opened the door for Qiaoer - Qiaoer was home!

We’re almost into the city, God has sent firewood to our door!

Han Zhaozhao took a few quick steps and stepped on the dead branch to prevent it from being blown away by another gust of wind.

Hey, why does it look like a fruit tree seedling?

What a pity, they must have all died, otherwise no one would throw them away, right?

Pretending to take out a hemp rope from the backpack (actually it was taken from the space), Han Zhaozhao tied it up tightly in no time, picked it up in his hand and took it home.

Fortunately, they were all dry. There were only six or seven saplings with roots, weighing no more than ten kilograms. It was okay. Although a little shaky, she had no difficulty holding it.

"Han Zhaozhao, are you going to pick wild vegetables again? Why didn't you call me?"

As soon as he entered the alley, Han Zhaozhao met Xue Ying and several little girls. They were carrying earthen baskets and wearing tattered clothes, which looked like the outfit for picking up coal cores.

"What do you want me to do? You're busy picking up coal cores. You don't have time to go even if I ask you to."

Han Zhaozhao sighed. He was so unlucky. He didn’t check the almanac before going out today. How come he encountered this sticky glue?

Without stopping, Han Zhaozhao dodged Xue Ying's outstretched hand and slipped along the wall to continue walking home.

"Hey, why are you hiding? I just want to see how many wild vegetables you dug today, but I don't want them. Look at you being so stingy, like you're guarding against thieves?"

Xue Ying was chattering. This girl was getting more and more annoying. She always treated her as an outsider. Han Zhaozhao didn't believe her. If she really asked her to look through the basket, she would definitely grab a bunch of wild vegetables.

It’s really worrying!

To be honest, the neighbors in Shuijing Hutong are pretty nice. There's nothing like the crappy stuff in Nanluoguxiang.

They seem to get along very well with each other, but there aren't any really bad people.

To be honest, the Xue family had a bad family tradition and was not very popular. But the neighbors did not bother with them. At most, they avoided them and tried to have as little contact with them as possible.

Especially since Xue Shiqi was injured last winter, his family members became even more gloomy and silent, and everyone avoided them even more.

However, Xue Ying was the exact opposite of their family. This girl said more strange things and became more sarcastic and mean.

They used to occasionally collect firewood and play together, but last year they started to open up wasteland in the mountains, and Han Zhaozhao hadn't played with her for a long time.

After entering the courtyard, Han Zhaozhao heard Xue Ying talking to her friends behind her back: "Han Zhaozhao has become bad, now she is so stingy. Didn't she just dig up some wild vegetables? Are you afraid that they are gone in front of her?"

"If they don't allow you to look, don't look. I heard that you have to walk a long way to find wild vegetables now. Zhao Zhao must be tired to go home at this time."

A little girl rolled her eyes at Xue Ying and thought, everyone knows that your fingernails are growing longer now, who knows, you might really want to steal Hu Zhaozhao's wild vegetables.

"Are you going or not? If you don't leave, we'll leave first. You're the only one who has so much trouble every day!"

The other little girl was also annoyed. She really didn't want to do anything with Xue Ying. She was always looking for trouble and was a troublemaker.

"Why not? I heard that the steel mill just pulled out several truckloads of coal slag at noon. We will definitely have a lot to gain in the afternoon."

Xue Ying was afraid of being left behind by her friends, so she ran a few steps and caught up with them, carrying a basket. A group of little girls surrounded them and went to pick up coal cores.

Han Zhaozhao returned home, carried the firewood into the kitchen, put the basket on the porch, washed his hands and face, and changed into a pair of slippers.

She made these slippers herself. She added a layer of wild boar leather under the Thousand-layer sole, which is waterproof and non-slip. The upper is crocheted with defective wool, which is breathable, comfortable and good for the feet.

After cleaning up, Han Zhaozhao made a pot of chrysanthemum tea, took out a bowl of rice from the space, covered it with a spoon of sweet and sour pork ribs, and after eating, he picked a tender cucumber with flowers and thorns on it and ate it with a few crunches. It was both a vegetable and a fruit. After finishing, he touched his round belly and felt very satisfied!

It is easy to feel sleepy after eating a full meal. Han Zhaozhao sat on the porch for a while, feeling a little dazed.

It’s better to be alone at home. Once the door is closed, she can eat whatever she wants, including chicken, duck, fish, meat, rice and flour. Life is so comfortable. Alas, she doesn’t even want the old lady to come back!

Thinking of the old lady, Han Zhaozhao couldn't help but grin, which was a bit unfilial. The old lady must be suffering a lot in Northeast China now.

Her aunt's family has several children, and each of them has a stomach like a bottomless pit. I heard that their life is not very good. They are very poor and there is really no surplus food at home.

If her grandmother hadn't sent her money and other things frequently, her aunt would definitely not have been able to raise five children.

It was strange, I didn't know what her aunt and her husband were thinking, they were so poor, but they kept having children. One child left and one right, on average one child every two years, and they never thought about birth control.

In later generations, living standards were so good that most young people did not like to have children. But in this era, the poorer they are, the more children they have, and the more children they have, the poorer they become. It's simply a vicious cycle.

Han Zhaozhao counted on her fingers. Her aunt's youngest child should be three years old this year. Maybe she is pregnant again.

She folded her hands and prayed silently, please don't let her aunt get pregnant again. If she gets pregnant this year, the child will be born in a disaster year and will not be able to fill her stomach. I'm afraid it will be a life of suffering. If things go wrong, the child will die young.

Regardless of whether a child is a boy or a girl, every child is the flesh and blood of the mother. If a child dies prematurely, it will be a pain that the mother will never forget for the rest of her life.

After being in a daze for a long time, Han Zhaozhao took out his mobile phone and Bluetooth headset from the space, selected a piece of the most popular talk show in later generations, and listened to it while picking wild vegetables.

The talk show host is from Northeast China. His performance is humorous and witty, and the strong smell of corn grits in his mouth is familiar and friendly. Mm, it tastes like her milk!

Northeastern people are born with funny genes, and they have a straightforward and hot-tempered personality. Their Northeastern dialect is extremely contagious. I remember someone in later generations once said that if one Northeastern person goes in, a bunch of Northeastern people will come out!

"What are you talking about? You are so handsome! You are bullshitting! You are so stupid! You are holding your stomach!... What are you looking at? What's wrong with looking at you? It is the most classic Northeastern dialect that has caused bloodshed on the streets of Northeast China..."

It's funny to say that in Shuijing Hutong, because of the migration of her grandmother, almost everyone in Shuijing Hutong, from 80-year-old men and women to babies who have just learned to speak, can speak a few words of Northeastern dialect.

"Hahaha! Hehehe! Oh my god, I'm laughing to death!" By the time Han Zhaozhao had filled a basin with wild vegetables, his stomach ached from laughing.

Oh my god, actors from Northeast China are so funny. They speak in a very unique way and most importantly, their words rhyme. It’s so joyful to listen to Northeastern people performing talk shows!

Hey, she just said that a person is free, why is she thinking about the old lady again?