Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

The old lady didn't say anything. Apart from leaving five kilograms of noodles, twenty kilograms of national food coupons, thirty yuan, and some cloth and old clothes for her daughter's family, she gave all the things she brought back this time to the village for the six brothers to distribute.

Even the pills were not spared and were given to the cousin who was an accountant. The village was really poor. After so many years, there was not even a clinic. The villagers could only watch helplessly when they were sick.

What my granddaughter said is so right. They really rely on it to turn minor illnesses into major ones, and major illnesses into deaths!

“It’s only been a few years, and many elderly people in the village are gone!”

Even after going to bed, the old lady was still sighing.

Tonight, Han Zhaozhao was also deeply shocked. After entering the space, she thought while working that she should plant more herbs. She was learning how to make medicine, and she already knew how to make some simple pills for treating colds, fevers, inflammation and pain.

When she has time, she plans to go to Master Liu's house to ask if he can find a reputable old doctor to help her confirm whether the prescriptions she collected in her space can be used so that she can make the finished medicine.

This is one of the shortcomings of traditional Chinese medicine. It requires a prescription for each individual and although it can be accurate in treating diseases, it is too restrictive.

It has to be said that Tongrentang Pharmacy is well managed. Most of the medicines it sells are ready-made medicines. Although they are subject to restrictions such as shelf life, they can be sent to distant places and, if properly stored, can save lives in emergencies.

Early the next morning, Han Zhaozhao got up, made breakfast, covered the pot to keep it warm, and then went out for exercise.

After entering the park, she found that fewer and fewer people came to exercise during this period, and several familiar grandfathers had slowed down their exercise intensity.

The grandpa who used to slap tree trunks and make loud "bang bang" sounds can now only use the tree trunk to scratch his own itches!

The "crackling" sound of whips also completely disappeared, and the aunt had not appeared for more than ten days.

The only person who remained unchanged in the park was probably Han Zhaozhao. She jogged to the corner where she usually practiced boxing, took off her coat and hung it on a nearby tree branch.

Move your limbs and waist, and start practicing boxing with concentration.

"Hey, little girl, you're amazing. After you've mastered the military boxing, you've started practicing Baguazhang?"

A loud and old mocking voice came from behind. Han Zhaozhao slowly stopped and looked back. It turned out to be the old man who had snatched the bird from her.

"Grandpa Jin, have you finished your training? You came out pretty early today! Can you help me take a look? I'm practicing this set of palm techniques blindly. I've never had a master, so I don't know if I'm practicing it correctly."

Over the past six months, the two old and young have become familiar with each other because they exercise in the same park.

Sometimes when they met, they would chat. Han Zhaozhao was not afraid of strangers, had experience in the future, and her speech was interesting. Mr. Jin liked to listen to her nonsense.

"You are such a fool, girl! You dare to practice kung fu without a master to teach you. I have lived for so many years and I have only seen you.

You are a real tiger!

Girl, Baguazhang is very powerful when practiced, but it is too lethal if you really practice it. If you don't practice it well, you may hurt yourself. I would say it is not suitable for you.

Girls, it’s better to practice Tai Chi! ”

Han Zhaozhao thought: "Who would practice martial arts if it doesn't have much lethality? Isn't her goal in practicing martial arts to hurt the enemy and protect herself?"

Old man Jin meant well. Han Zhaozhao didn't want the old man to think of him as a violent maniac, so he nodded, then shook his head.

“You nodded and shook your head, do you think what I said is right?

You are quite good at talking, but what happened to you today? Are you mute? Why don't you speak?"

Han Zhaozhao twisted her waist and kicked her legs, pouting as she exercised and said, "Don't you think I'm too talkative and ungirly? I've decided that from now on I will just listen to you and never reason with you again!"

Old man Jin laughed angrily, "How can you say that? When did I ever complain about your poor mouth? When you said that, it sounded like you were accusing me of being unreasonable at my age.

Come on, come on, I have finally figured it out. I am getting old and sick. I have been thinking about you for three days without you talking. "

Han Zhaozhao took off his coat and put it on his arm, "Grandpa Jin, I'm not afraid to tell you that I like Baguazhang and Tai Chi.

Smart people don’t make choices, I want to learn from them!

Unfortunately, I didn’t meet a famous teacher. If there was a famous teacher, I would still be thinking about training my breath internally and my muscles, bones and skin externally.

Southern Fist and Northern Leg, Shaolin and Wudang Kung Fu, Tai Chi and Bagua Chain Palm, I really yearn for them!

Whether it's knives, guns, sticks, daggers, or spears, if I have the chance, I don't want to miss out on using any of these weapons.

Grandpa Jin, you see, in the path of martial arts, if there is an opportunity to learn, if there is no opportunity, I will create an opportunity and learn from the master. I still don’t believe it. I am young, I have plenty of time, and life is long. I can’t practice good skills?"

Old Man Jin laughed and followed Han Zhaozhao out of the park.

"To be honest, girl, I like your fearless and arrogant attitude. Hehe, it suits my temper!

If my child had one-tenth of your talkativeness, I wouldn’t be upset when I see him.

You are so timid. You are so scared when you see your father that you are like a mouse. You are really not like my son!"

Han Zhaozhao burst out laughing and couldn't help but whisper, "Could it be Mr. Wang next door?" He quickly ran away several steps, fearing that he would be beaten.

Although Old Man Jin is old, his hearing is still very good. Even though the friends who were singing next to him were singing very loudly, he still heard half of what they said.

"What, who is Lao Wang? Lao Wang must be a descendant of the Wang clan. How can a child not have the same surname as his father?

What does it have to do with Lao Wang when it comes to being brave and timid? You little girl, you know nothing, and you always like to interrupt others! "

Han Zhaozhao escaped a disaster, holding her stomach and laughing, oh my god, she is guilty, what kind of joke is this with the old man? Please forgive me, she forgot her identity and made a mistake again!

"Look at you, you silly guy. What are you laughing at for no reason?" Old man Jin was stunned by her laughter.

"Ahem, nothing to laugh at. I just remembered a song about practicing Kung Fu. Let me sing it for you!"

Straightening up and clearing his throat, Han Zhaozhao sang: "Lying like a bow, standing like a pine tree, sitting like a bell without moving, walking like a gust of wind...

The stick sweeps a large area, the gun picks a line, the body is as light as a swallow in the clouds, and the heroic spirit reaches the sky...

With the Qingfeng Sword in hand, the double swords can be seen, and once an expert uses his Kung Fu, you can tell whether there is any..."

After singing the song "Chinese Kung Fu", even old man Jin was stunned!

"What a great one, lying like a bow, standing like a pine tree. What a great one, sweeping a large area with a stick, and picking a line with a gun!" After a long while, old man Jin laughed wildly and stretched out his claws to Han Zhaozhao, grabbed her two cheeks, and pulled her away.

"I told you that you are a smooth talker, but you still don't admit it? Look at the song you composed, the lyrics are good and the tune is great, it makes my blood boil just by listening to it.

"Old man, I want to find someone to fight with. What should I do? You go first. I'll go back to the park and find someone to practice with!"

"Hahaha! Great, really great. Who wants to fight me for 300 rounds?"

Old man Jin turned and left. Han Zhaozhao looked at his excited back stupidly: This old man is not very reliable!