Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

After having enough fun, the three of them remembered that they had more important things to do.

Han Zhaozhao led the two of them to look for wild duck eggs.

"Hey, isn't it strange? Judging from the traces, this puddle is not deserted. The wild vegetables around it have been dug up by the roots, so why are there so many wild duck eggs and no one picking them up?"

Niu Xiaolian has already picked up six nests, and none of them are empty. There are more than a dozen eggs, and as few as four or five. The green-skinned wild duck eggs feel heavy in the hand, and she loves them to death!

Han Zhaozhao said nothing: If others want to pick it up, they have to have the permission. She just put it there for no more than an hour. If she hadn't played around for a while, it might still be warm if we picked it up now!

The wild ducks in the space were in a state of turmoil, and the nest was in chaos. "Quack? Quack?" Where are my eggs? Where are my eggs? The eggs were just laid in the nest, and before I could turn around, the eggs were lost!

Are you scared or not? It's really scary!

It must be said that Niu Xiaoyun is very considerate. "What's so strange about that? Isn't it good that no one picks it up? It's a good deal for us if no one picks it up.

Why think so much? Just pick them up quickly. After picking up this piece, go look over there where we are. Maybe there are some there too.

You say that the two sisters together don't have as many smart minds as Zhao Zhao. When we go to dig wild vegetables, we just lower our heads to look for them without thinking.

I clearly saw wild ducks flying away from the reeds. If there are wild ducks, there must be eggs, right? I am so stupid! I didn't even think about that!

Sister, you said we are so stupid, are others even more stupid than us? Have you ever thought that there will be wild ducks building nests and laying eggs in the reed marsh? "

Look, as long as she keeps quiet, someone will surely find a reason for her, and it will be more reliable than the one she painstakingly made up. Hehe, good sister!

Niu Xiaolian blushed, "If you say so, it's true! We are the ones who benefited from following Zhao Zhao. Most people don't have the magic skills of Zhao Zhao!"

Han Zhaozhao protested: "What's the point of talking about ghost ways? That's really ugly! I'm just being smart!"

"Han Zhaozhao, stop being so picky. It's not the same. Just say that. Do you want us to praise you to bits?

You're overthinking it. I don't have that many good words in my mind.

Hurry up, there are not enough baskets. Go and weave another one."

Niu Xiaoyun started howling again.

"General, I get your order!" Han Zhaozhao went into the reed marsh to pull up reed stalks and weave baskets.

It was impossible to weave a basket because there was only a small willow tree growing here, and all the branches she could reach had been plucked out. She could only weave a basket out of reeds to hold the duck eggs.

Just after finishing weaving the baskets, the Niu Xiaoyun and her sister came back dejected.

"This is weird. How come there is not a single wild duck egg in such a large area? Do wild ducks build nests in groups?"

"If you don't have it, then don't have it! We've gained enough today, don't be ungrateful.

Fortunately, Zhao Zhao came with us today, otherwise we wouldn’t be able to find any of these wild duck eggs and would have to go home empty-handed.”

"That's right. Contentment is the key to happiness. Contentment is the key to happiness! Pack up. It's getting late. Go home quickly so that you can have boiled duck eggs in the evening!"

Boiled duck eggs are too fishy, ​​fried duck eggs are better! Han Zhaozhao thought so, but she didn't say much. The Niu family was different from hers, and they were reluctant to use more oil.

The three little girls distributed the wild duck eggs evenly, and each got more than forty eggs. They returned home with full loads, some carrying them in their arms.

"As the sun sets in the west, the clouds turn red. Soldiers return to camp after target practice. Return to camp. The red flowers on their chests reflect the colorful clouds, and joyful songs fill the air.

mi so la mi so, la so mi do re, happy songs filled the sky.

The singing reached Beijing, and Chairman Mao was delighted when he heard it. He praised our singing and our marksmanship as being the best.

mi so la mi so, la so mi do re, happy songs filled the sky.

One, two, three, four! "

As the sun sets, Han Zhaozhao becomes excited and sings loudly, with brisk and powerful steps, walking towards home step by step to the rhythm.

The lyrics of this song are catchy and easy to remember, and the rhythm of the music is light and simple. After she sang it once, the Niu Xiaoyun sister could sing it the second time.

The three little girls sang as they walked to where Han Zhaozhao was picking river clams. Niu Xiaoyun also went down to the riverbank and picked up three more river clams as big as bowls.

"Don't you think it's dirty anymore?" Han Zhaozhao was curious if she had changed her mind.

Niu Xiaoyun was calm and collected. "I thought about it, you are not stupid, since you said that river clams are edible, then they must be edible.

Regardless of whether it tastes good or not, just based on your skill in making meat taste good with a shoe horn, there must be a way to make it delicious.

Han Zhaozhao, let’s make a deal first. I’ll take the clams back for you, and you’ll be the one to cook them. We’ll just wait and eat them.”

Han Zhaozhao laughed, "You've learned something new!"

Niu Xiaoyun laughed: "Of course, you become like who you are. If I don't learn from my mistakes after playing with you every day, wouldn't I really become a fool?"

Each of them carried more than 40 pheasant eggs, half a bag of wild vegetables, and three large river clams. After walking for several miles, the three were exhausted.

Finally we reached the bus stop, all sweating. Spring is like this, if you don't wear enough, you'll feel cold, but if you wear too much, you'll sweat easily and can't take off your clothes enough.

The car had not arrived yet and they were looking around boredly. Suddenly, a shocking scene caught their eyes unexpectedly.

A ragged, dishevelled woman, holding a child of three or four in her arms, holding two slightly older children by the hands, and carrying tattered luggage on her back, was staggering towards them.

When the mother and her two children slowly walked past them, they could clearly see that the woman looked haggard, with fatigue and numbness written all over her face. Her clothes were tattered, revealing the black cotton underneath.

They were all skinny. When Han Zhaozhao got closer, he saw that the child in the woman's arms had his eyes closed, and seemed to be sleeping. The two little hands she was holding were weak, pale, and black, like two chicken claws.

A child asked in a childish voice with a thick Henan accent: "Mom, how long will it take us to get to the capital? My feet hurt so much, I really can't walk anymore!"

The voice was full of helplessness and exhaustion.

"Almost there, almost there, not far ahead. Er, be obedient and walk a little further. When you get into the city and find your third aunt, you'll have food to eat."

The woman encouraged the child softly.

"Mother, will Third Aunt take us in? Didn't she say in her last letter that her family didn't have enough food?"

The other older child was worried.

"It's okay, it's okay. When I was leaving, your grandma said, 'There are three people at work in your third aunt's family. It's not too much, but it's still possible to keep my mother and the others alive.

Don't worry, your third aunt grew up on your father's back, and for the sake of your grandfather, grandmother, and father, she will not deny my child a bite to eat."

"My father was so stupid. If he had not given the job opportunity to my third aunt, our whole family would be in Beijing now. We wouldn't have to work as peasants in the countryside. We would have been forced to flee the natural disaster."

The older child understood more and began to resent the hardship and fatigue of the journey.