Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

Most crimes are hidden in darkness. At nine o'clock, the city was just beginning to get quiet, and the rats were watching eagerly, waiting for the opportunity to act.

Han Zhaozhao was also rushing home. She didn't know that due to the different timelines of the activities, she had missed the enemy spy she had been thinking about.

When we got home, Xiaoliang had just left. Wu Ni brought an enamel basin filled with warm water and was washing the old lady's feet.

Han Zhaozhao stared at it blankly, feeling confused.

"I'm back. Have you decided to see the doctor?"

"Ah? ... It's been arranged. It's said that there is a doctor named Dong who is available to see patients on Sundays. Master Liu has already arranged it with him.

Is there enough hot water? Do you want me to boil some more? "

The old lady smiled with satisfaction, "It's enough, there's even a thermos bottle.

Although Wu Ni is small, she is very smart. When we were in Sidaogou, she helped me wash my feet every night.

I told her not to let her, but she still didn't listen and just did what she had to do. This is like you, you are small but have big ideas, and you know what to do!"

Han Zhaozhao felt sour in her heart. This kid was stealing her job! Humph, little Qin Hui!

Wu Ni lowered her head and washed the old lady's feet with a timid smile on her face, without saying a word.

Han Zhaozhao returned to the house, bolted the door, and entered the space. He first went to the yard and dug out five wine jars.

A jar weighed 20 kilograms and was sealed with yellow mud. She originally wanted to keep it for a few years and then dig it out to give to others. Now that she had tiger bones, it was just right to use them to make wine.

Wu Ni had touched her so much today that she couldn't concentrate on reading the medical book. With a sigh, Han Zhaozhao put the book down, went to the warehouse to get the tools, and went to work in the fields.

As the number of strawberry fruits gradually decreased, Han Zhaozhao decided to eliminate the old seedlings and plant a new batch of improved seedlings.

This time, the strawberry field was planted in small areas, only a dozen square meters. After the harvest, it was enough for her to eat alone.

I planted another acre of watermelon. After a dozen days, we can eat fresh watermelon at home. This is one of the very few fruits that can be shared with family members.

Riding on his electric bike, Han Zhaozhao went to a distant place to build ridges for an acre of land, preparing to cut some sweet potato vines tomorrow and plant another acre of sweet potatoes.

After feeding the animals and picking up two baskets of eggs, Han Zhaozhao took a shower, changed clothes, and went out of the space to sleep.

The next morning at six o'clock, when Han Zhaozhao got up and went into the kitchen, she found that her grandmother was already making breakfast. Wu Ni was probably tired from all the work and had not gotten up yet.

"The little girl is so funny. She couldn't sleep for half the night last night. She was hiding under the covers, touching her body and laughing secretly.

I asked her what she was doing. Do you know what she said? "Before Han Zhaozhao could answer, the old lady chuckled first, "She said, Grandma, it feels so good to scrub my body. Touch me, my body is so slippery!"

Han Zhaozhao: Isn't it slippery? She rubbed off the cuticle.

"Didn't you say I hurt her?"

"No. The child knows good from bad. You bribed her with an egg yesterday morning!

I told her that I made the soap myself, and she was so happy that she crawled into my bed and kept asking me to smell it to see if it smelled good.

Han Zhaozhao felt very warmed after hearing these words. She knew that people who are grateful are liked everywhere. This girl is really good at pleasing people.

"Grandma, Wu Ni is not in good health and has a weak spleen and stomach. Please make more fine grains for her during this period.

Every morning, fry a few goose eggs. I bought a lot and put them in the jar. You should make some, don't save them. In the evening, I will kill a chicken and stew it for you and Wu Ni.

At noon, you and Wu Ni should not eat too much. I made another jar of fried noodles. Don’t forget to bring some more.”

"Okay, got it. You're generous and not stingy. You're willing to spend money to nourish the child.

Aren't you going out to exercise? Go quickly, you don't need to do the housework, Wu Ni will get up later to sweep the floor and wipe the table."

Han Zhaozhao trotted to the park to exercise, and when she arrived she found Lao Jintou waiting for her at the usual place.

"Girl, sing the song from yesterday again. It's a beautiful song, and it lifts your spirits."

Han Zhaozhao took off his coat and started to exercise.

"I'm not singing. I'm boxing. I'm afraid of getting a stitch in the side!"

Old Jintou didn't give up, "Then sing after you finish boxing."

"Okay, but I'll just sing it once. I have to go home for dinner."

Old Jintou was satisfied and said, "Just once. You have to sing it again after boxing tomorrow."

Han Zhaozhao was unwilling to do so. "I'm not a singer. I don't sing every day. You may not get tired of listening to me, but I am tired of singing too."

"Just sing for a few days. Once I can hum, I won't need you anymore."

Han Zhaozhao began to move up, his feet twisting and turning, the wind from his palms whistling, and he no longer paid any attention to Old Golden Head.

Old Jin looked at the energetic little girl with envy, thinking to himself, this girl must have plenty of food at home, a military family with many people taking care of her. Others have no energy to practice, but she is still full of energy, this girl must be able to eat her fill.

Once you enter the underworld, you have no choice. If he had known that the Communist Party would take over the country, he should have joined the Eighth Route Army when he was young. As long as the soldiers survive, they will definitely be treated much better than ordinary people.

Old Jintou was thinking about how difficult it is to survive in the underworld, how life is unpredictable, and how one’s big intestine is tied to one’s small intestine.

Han Zhaozhao practiced martial arts with full concentration, trying to understand the path of force in each move.

She performed this set of boxing today with great insight. She performed it over and over again, verifying what she had in mind as she performed, and she became more and more proficient.

Many unique skills have been lost in later generations, but people's verbal skills have improved. Various videos are flooding, and the comment section is even more exciting.

Although there are many trolls, there are also many wonderful speeches. People from all walks of life, all ages, and different genders have different opinions on the same thing.

Sometimes, you can find hidden gems among many strange ideas, and young people who do not follow the beaten path will have sudden ideas and put forward some very valuable arguments.

In fact, when people do something, they believe that experience is helpful, but superstition about experience often formats people's thinking, leads them into a narrow alley, and makes them unable to innovate.

Han Zhaozhao found two mobile phones in the space warehouse, both of which were discarded after being used by children.

She plugged it in and tried it, and it turned on. The installation package contained many exercise videos and courses downloaded by her son.

Each frame of the picture is extremely clear and the instructor's explanation is very detailed. For her, it is the best source of self-study.

Watching those videos combined with the bizarre comments from netizens can often give people a flash of inspiration and help them find their own unique approach to training!

After Old Jin finished a set of Tai Chi, he put his hands behind his back and watched Han Zhaozhao practice. He twirled his beard, nodded, shook his head, and seemed to be thinking about something.

Han Zhaozhao could no longer sense these things. At this moment, she was oblivious to the people around her and had entered a wonderful state.

The only thing in my mind was to borrow the opponent's strength, control the opponent's body, and take advantage of the situation. Instead of attacking from three directions, it is better to break through the middle of the road with one strike.

One hits the eyebrows and eyes, two hits the philtrum on the lips, three hits the cheeks and ears, four hits the lungs and chest, five hits the lamb bones, six hits the crane knee bones and shins, seven hits to break the thousand-jin cauldron!

It seemed as if there was someone fighting with her on the opposite side. With the last slap, the tree trunk in front of her, as thick as her arm, broke with a loud bang.