Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

When the conscription was carried out later, he was naturally excluded.

Although there was no danger of being conscripted into the army, life at home was not easy.

In the Northeast, the Japanese devils, puppet troops, gangs, and the Kuomintang were rampant, one after another, and grain collection and raids were commonplace.

After Han Wangzu married Han Zhao, he had five children, two boys and three girls. When Han Zhaozhao's father was thirteen years old, he secretly ran away to join the anti-Japanese army. Han Wangzu's health had deteriorated due to long-term labor.

After the whole country was liberated and the people were about to start a new life, some of their children died or lost contact with their families, and Han Wangzu's health was also exhausted.

Only Han Zhaoshi and her daughter were left to live together, and there was not even a male child in the family. When her daughter got married and started raising children, Han Zhaoshi became a lonely old woman.

It was not until she received a letter from her eldest son that she learned that he was still alive and had married and had children in the army.

The old lady gritted her teeth, listened to her son and daughter-in-law, and came to the capital to join her eldest son and help him and his wife take care of the children.

Han Zhaozhao was born in March 1950, and his wife Han Zhao came to Beijing in October 1950.

When she took over her granddaughter, Han Zhaozhao was just over six months old, at the cutest age.

The old lady picked up her granddaughter and never let go of her. She took care of her alone day and night.

The daughter-in-law was so busy with work that she had no milk left, and the old lady has been feeding the child with rice porridge ever since.

Therefore, the original owner Han Zhaozhao and her grandmother Han Zhao had a particularly good relationship, which had surpassed that of her biological parents Han Rongsheng and Liu Fenghua who were often away from home.

Han Zhaozhao fainted from crying this time, mostly because of her grandmother's influence. To be honest, she spends less than half a month with her parents every year. Just when they get familiar with each other, they become familiar strangers again when they leave. It's not much to say how much affection she has for her parents.

The original owner's understanding of her parents mostly came from her grandmother's daily conversations with the neighbors. Her sadness over losing her parents was not as great as her grandmother Han Zhao's grief over losing her son.

Han Zhaozhao was sad because she saw her grandmother was so sad, and she became sad too. Her grandmother kept saying "Zhaozhao will be an orphan from now on", which also scared the original owner.

Chen Hong thought: Could it be that the original owner was so frightened that he lost his soul, which gave her the opportunity to possess him?

Bah! What are you thinking? She is not possessed by a ghost. She was chosen by God because she did a lot of good deeds and was rewarded to travel through time!

Crossing, crossing, crossing! If you say something important three times, it becomes the truth!

Oh! The old lady cried so miserably! Her crying was so earth-shattering that she felt like the sky was falling!

Han Zhao lost her parents when she was young, her husband when she was middle-aged, and when she was old, her only surviving son and daughter-in-law were gone too.

The old man knew it very well. The army said his son was missing, and it was most likely that his son was also missing. It was just that his daughter-in-law had a body, but his son's body was not even found.

She had seen a lot of such things. The same thing happened to the dozens of men who left Sidaogou in her hometown. They were said to be missing, but in fact, no one knew where their bodies were buried on some barren hill or in some wild field.

In the era of turmoil and war, where are there no nameless corpses under the loess? The villagers knew it in their hearts, but they just didn't dare to say it out loud. Sometimes, only by deceiving themselves can they keep a little hope and insist on living.

The old lady's eyes were swollen and she could no longer shed a single tear. After crying for a long time, she had cried enough.

Director Zhang was right. She couldn't continue to be sad like this. She had to cheer up. Her son still left her with only one child!

The child cried herself to sleep and never woke up. If she hadn't tried to find out that she was still breathing, she would have been scared to death. The child wouldn't wake up no matter how she called him. She once thought that her granddaughter had been taken away by her daughter-in-law!

This seven-year-old kid needs her to raise him up. This is the only root of their old Han family. If something happens to the child, she won't be able to live!

If her health collapsed, her baby Zhaozhao would become a real orphan. A little girl of only seven years old would definitely not be able to survive in this capital city where she had no relatives or friends.

From now on, in this world, there will only be the two of them, grandparents and grandchildren, relying on each other!

Hearing the movement on the bed behind her, Han Zhao knew that her granddaughter had woken up. She raised her rough hands and rubbed her face, then wiped away the remaining tears in her eyes with her sleeves.

Han Zhao got up and walked to the bedside, "Zhao Zhao, are you awake? Does your throat hurt? Grandma will pour you a bowl of water, get up and drink some!"

Han Chaochao sat on the bed, looking up blankly at her tall grandmother, whose face was weather-beaten, yellow and thin, with wrinkles crisscrossing her eyes and mouth.

The pair of bright phoenix eyes deep in my memory seemed to have lost their luster in an instant, becoming lifeless and dull.

The hair that was jet black yesterday has turned silver at the temples in just one day and one night.

Although her voice was still as warm, it was very hoarse, as if it had been rubbed with sandpaper, and not as deep and crisp as before.

Han Zhaozhao's heart felt sour. Looking at this kind and gentle face, her chest felt like it was blocked by a stone, and it ached. The grandmother in this life seemed just like the grandmother in her memory of her previous life!

"Grandma, mom and dad..." He wanted to speak, but tears instantly flowed all over his face.

Han Zhao hugged her granddaughter's little body distressedly, and said in a very strong tone, "Zhao Zhao, don't cry! Dad and mom are heroes, they served as soldiers, this is their fate!

We mother and I should live well. When you grow up, maybe your father will come home. Didn't he also disappear for several years during the Korean War?

Don't worry, he will definitely come home! We can live a good life, and he can work without worry. Let's wait for your father to come home together. I believe your father will be fine.

He loves you so much, one day, he will come back! He said that he would save up a lot of dowry for you and marry you off in person.

Grandma believes that your dad will not forget that we, the two of us, are waiting for him at home. As long as he has a breath left, he will crawl back home!"

Han Zhaozhao buried his head in his grandmother's arms, knowing full well that the old lady was deceiving herself.

But what can we do? If we don’t leave ourselves some hope, how can the elderly survive?

In the following days, neither the granddaughter nor the granddaughter mentioned anything about Han Rongsheng and his wife. Han Zhaoshi changed her granddaughter's old plain clothes into mourning clothes, replaced her hair with a white cloth band, covered her shoes with white cloth, and wore a black gauze with the word "filial piety" embroidered on her arm.

She quietly cleaned the house, cooked, ate, twisted hemp thread to sew shoe soles, and pasted matchboxes with her granddaughter.

The matchboxes that Han Zhao received from the street match factory should be handed in, but she and her daughter haven't finished pasting them yet. If they can't pay, the five yuan deposit will not be returned, and they won't be given any share of the work next time.

Han Zhao said to her granddaughter: "No matter what happens, those who are gone are gone, but those who are alive will live on!

Life and death are determined by fate, and no one can replace anyone else! No matter how hard or difficult it is, we have to grit our teeth and live well.

There are so many people like your parents. They also want to live a good life, but they would rather die than let us live a good life. We must cherish this life. As long as there is a chance, we must work hard to live!"

Even though her throat felt like it was blocked by a stone, Han Zhao forced herself and her granddaughter to swallow the food.

"Eat more, don't get sick, and don't waste your life! Be well and healthy. Zhaozhao still has grandma, and grandma still has Zhaozhao. Your dad might suddenly come home one day, and he'll go crazy if he can't see us."

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