Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

Use some dry grass to start a fire, and when it's on fire, stuff some leaves into the bottom of the pot.

After the fire started, Han Zhaozhao pulled out a dead sapling he had picked up today and prepared to put it into the stove.

I folded it with my hands and found it was still quite soft. Looking down, I found that the sapling looked dry but not completely dry.

Hmm, what kind of seedling is this?

Han Zhaozhao examined it carefully from root to tip and found that it was actually a tea seedling.

Her heart was pounding. It was really a tea tree seedling! Where did it come from? She had been looking for it in the city and the mountains for two years, but had never seen one. Now she finally saw it, but it was dry.

Han Zhaozhao was very disappointed!

Not giving up, I broke the branch piece by piece and observed it carefully, and found that the tea seedling was almost half dry.

She was reluctant to light a fire, so she picked up the remaining saplings and found three tea saplings and four longan trees, but they were all almost dead.

Han Zhaozhao was hoping for a lucky break, dreaming that there was still a one in ten thousand chance that they might survive.

While the fire was burning, he took out a pair of pruning shears from the space and quickly trimmed the heads of several saplings. He also trimmed the roots and threw them into the space.

She planned to go into the space at night to plant some seeds, and add more space water to try to save them. What if a miracle happened? If she could save one tree, it would be a good deal.

In this day and age, transportation is poor, and it is very difficult to get some seeds of southern tropical plants.

Half an hour later, the steam from the steamer escaped and the kitchen was filled with the sweet aroma of grain.

Glancing at the clock in the space, the time was up. Han Zhaozhao lifted the lid of the pot, and the plump, gray steamed buns looked very pleasing to the eye.

Han Zhaozhao took out a large curtain made of sorghum stalks and neatly took out the steamed buns and hung them up to dry.

Scoop out the mung bean soup and put it into the rice bowl, clean the pot and boil water, then beat two eggs with soybean paste, add half a dried chili, and make a bowl of egg sauce. In the evening, there will be tender bitter greens, dandelions and tiger mouth, which are just right for dipping in the sauce with steamed buns.

"Zhao Zhao, are you eating?"

While we were eating, Xiaoliang pushed the door open.

"Xiaoliang, come and sit down and have a steamed bun. I just steamed it. It smells delicious."

Han Zhaozhao handed him a big steamed bun without saying anything.

"Slurp!" Xiao Liang swallowed hard, but waved his hands to refuse, "I don't want to eat, I'm not hungry, mom cooked porridge, I drank three bowls."

"Zhao Zhao, here, daddy brought you some milk powder. It smells good!"

Xiaoliang reached his hand under his collar and pulled out a can of milk powder from his autumn clothes.

Han Zhaozhao took it and took a look. It was Red Star brand milk powder produced in Heilongjiang, with a net weight of one pound (454 cm).

The instructions clearly indicate the nutritional ingredients, production date, shelf life and dosage for infants. The can also has a three-digit manufacturer's phone number and a four-digit registered telex number.

"I don't want it. Your father gave it to you. You and Aunt Shufen should keep it for yourselves. Milk powder is a good thing. You can't buy it even if you have money. You and your mother are both weak. Drinking this is the most nutritious thing."

"I'll give it to you in exchange for some steamed buns from your house. Mom said I can't just eat food from your house."

Seeing that Han Zhaozhao refused to take it, Xiaoliang became angry. He took the steamed bun, threw down the milk powder, and turned around and ran away.

"Hey, you took the milk powder away..." Well, Xiaoliang's long legs were not in vain, he ran really fast. Han Zhaozhao chased him to the door, and there was a "bang" from the opposite door, which had been closed. From the noise, it seemed to be bolted.

"Mom, the milk powder is given to Zhaozhao!" Xiaoliang's excited voice echoed in the yard.

"Hey, how do we deal with this? Can we just not accept it?"

Han Zhaozhao continued to eat, thinking to himself while eating: It seems that I can't send the milk powder back, and if I force it to be sent back, I'm afraid Aunt Shufen will be unhappy.

Xiaoliang and his mother didn't have enough food, so she would exchange it for grain or other food and return it to them, as a courtesy between neighbors.

She knew that Aunt Shufen was an honest person and she would never be able to take in money without spending it out.

Since the mother and daughter moved in, Han Zhaozhao and her grandchildren have been helping them a lot. Although she had to accept it due to the hardship of life, Aunt Shufen always felt sorry for them.

She had long wanted to repay the favor, but due to financial constraints, Aunt Shufen was obviously embarrassed to face Han Zhaozhao and his grandchildren during this period.

Han Zhaozhao understood that Aunt Shufen already had a psychological burden.

If you want the relationship to last, it is not right for only one party to give. Only when there is give and take can the relationship develop in a healthy way.

After dinner, Han Zhaozhao went to the basement and dug out thirty kilograms of corn kernels and ten kilograms of dried sweet potatoes and sent them to Xiaoliang's home.

I heard that a can of milk powder in a department store costs five yuan plus a milk powder ticket. The money is easy to get. For a working family, it is not difficult to squeeze out five yuan. The difficult part is that the milk powder ticket is hard to get.

Those are high-end nutritional products supplied to senior officials or foreign experts. Without special channels, ordinary people have no way to get them.

I heard that you may not be able to buy a milk powder ticket even if you spend ten yuan on the black market. It’s not a question of price, it just depends on luck!

Many babies have no milk to drink. The family tries every possible way to ask people for help, but cannot get a can of milk powder. They can only use malted milk or rice flour instead.

The price of cornmeal supplied by grain stores has increased from eight cents per pound last year to nine cents per pound. It seems cheap, as thirty pounds of corn kernels are worth less than three yuan.

However, going to the grain store to buy grain required both capital and tickets, and more importantly, the grain in the grain store was rationed.

After buying the ration on your family’s grain book, no matter how much money you spend, you cannot buy an extra grain from the grain store.

If you go to the black market, you'll hear that not only is it out of stock, but even if you occasionally get some, the price of cornmeal has risen to 60 or 70 cents per pound.

If you calculate it this way, if Xiaoliang's family exchanges 30 kilograms of corn kernels for 10 kilograms of dried sweet potatoes, it's hard to say who is at a disadvantage and who is at a benefit.

That night, Han Zhaozhao heard the door open in the middle of the night. He went out to ask and found out that it was Aunt Shufen who took Xiaoliang to find a stone mill to grind grain in the dark.

Xiaoliang’s family is out of food!

Lying on the kang, Han Zhaozhao smiled. It seemed that she was really a timely help. The food she sent just solved the urgent need of Xiaoliang's family.

When there was no movement in the yard, Han Zhaozhao entered the space.

He rode his electric bike around for a while, chose a piece of land not far from the banana field, dug a hole and planted the saplings.

After filling the soil and watering, Han Zhaozhao packed up his tools and clapped his hands. He walked around and looked again and again. Only then did he feel relieved when he saw that the saplings were planted straight.

We have done all we can. Now we just have to wait and see in a few days whether we can witness the miracle of dead trees coming back to life in spring. It all depends on God's will.

This area is planted with tropical fruits. The mandarin and tangerine trees are already half a person tall. The banana seedlings planted years ago are now nearly three meters tall. There are long bunches of emerald green bananas. The large fruits are as big as fingers, and the flowers are still blooming on the tops. The flowers look very much like purple corn cobs.

It is said that banana flowers can be eaten, but I have never eaten them, so I don’t know how they taste. Han Zhaozhao touched her nose and stared at the banana tree. She was going to try it once.

Looking around the banana field again and again, she found that some of the banana trees were tall, some were short, some were thick, and some were thin. They were clearly the same variety, but now that they had grown up, they were in completely different conditions.

Chao Zhaozhao thought to himself: Is this a genetic mutation?

She endured it and did not move. It didn't matter what the plant was like; what mattered was the quality of the fruit.

In her previous life, she went to the south and remembered that bananas had to go through a series of field management, including setting up supports, removing leaves, removing buds, thinning fruits, and bagging, in order to harvest the best quality fruits.