Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

"Don't say that about your father. It wasn't easy for him either! He was the only able-bodied laborer in the family at that time. Your grandfather was in poor health and couldn't work in the fields. If he had to go out, you would be the only woman left to raise a bunch of children. It would have been difficult for you to survive.

Big or small, remember that when people live in this world, sometimes it is difficult to go left or right. If you want to live according to your own heart, you have to be ruthless. If your father is not ruthless and can't leave your parents and sisters, you can only suffer by yourself.

Son, whoever blames your father, you and your brothers cannot blame him. If your father had not stayed in the village at that time, how could you brothers come into this world? "

The two older children kept silent and walked even faster.

"Mom, I'm hungry!" The child in the woman's arms woke up, and before opening his eyes, he weakly whispered that he was hungry.

As they passed each other, the kitten-like cry was like a heavy hammer hitting Han Zhaozhao and the other two in the heart.

"Big and small, bring me a piece of thatch root so that little San'er can chew it." The woman lowered her head and coaxed the little son in her arms, "San'er, are you awake? We will be at your third aunt's house soon. When we get home, your third aunt will make rice soup for you."

Han Zhaozhao and the other two knew that the poor family in front of them were farmers who were forced to leave their homes and flee famine. Seeing them struggling forward, a feeling of pity arose spontaneously...

The familiar local accent deeply touched the hearts of Niu Xiaoyun and her sister, "Zhao Zhao, do you have any food?"

Niu Xiaoyun looked at her military backpack with anticipation on her face.

Yes or no? Han Zhaozhao knew what they were going to do, and without hesitation, "Yes! How about dried sweet potatoes?"

She is a soft-hearted person. Even if it's not the adults, she should lend a hand to the children. In this situation, she has to do it even if she doesn't want to.

How many years had it been since she last saw a beggar? She couldn't remember.

What's more, the refugees in front of him were even more miserable than beggars. They perfectly reproduced the scenes in Lao Feng's movies, which really shocked Han Zhaozhao.

"Why not? Give me all you have!" Niu Xiaoyun smiled again and stretched out her hands.

She knew that Han Zhaozhao's little schoolbag was a treasure bag that contained all kinds of things, especially delicious food.

When you are hungry or craving for something, look for Zhao Zhao, you will never go wrong!

I took out a handful of dried sweet potatoes for Niu Xiaoyun. She was a little disappointed. "Is that all? It seems a little little. If I had known... I wouldn't have eaten that steamed bread for lunch."

She didn't dare to take out any more. Her small schoolbag was so big that she could tell how much it could hold. It was okay to help others, but it was not necessary to take risks to help others.

Seeing Niu Xiaoyun's disappointed look, Han Zhaozhao couldn't bear to refuse, so she rummaged in her jacket and took out a handful of roasted melon seeds.

"I'll give it all to you. Look, I don't have any food hidden anywhere on my body. You don't have to worry about it."

Han Zhaozhao turned out his schoolbag and pockets to show her.

"Hehe, I know Zhao Zhao is the best. She's a kind little fairy. Wait for me, I'll go chase them."

Niu Xiaoyun was afraid that the food would spill in her hands, so she pulled up her collar to hold the food and trotted after the family.

Niu Xiaolian and Han Zhaozhao were guarding the duck eggs and wild vegetables in front of them. They saw Niu Xiaoyun dancing and saying something to someone from afar. After she distributed the things, she ran back happily.

Before the two men could ask her about the process, they saw a red and white bus coming from a distance, with a big black bag on its back, and it rumbled into the station.

Is this considered the earliest "new energy" in China? Due to the shortage of oil, a large number of buses in Beijing use gas as fuel. The gas is stored in rubber bags on the roof, which Beijingers call "big gas bags."

People from Sichuan who come to Beijing call it "a bump on the head."

Due to technical and equipment limitations, gas can only be stored in large air bags on the roof of the vehicle under normal pressure.

The atmosphere was bulging with gas, much like a hot air balloon about to take off.

As the gas used becomes less and less, the gas bag becomes deflated and sways on the roof of the car like a giant jellyfish swaying in the sea.

When the tires are deflated to a certain extent, the car will break down due to lack of air. It is common for a group of passengers to get off the car to help push the car on the main roads in Beijing.

In fact, this is still considered good. I heard from Grandpa Guan that in the earlier period, buses were equipped with boilers on their backs, commonly known as "gas generators."

There are three things that drivers need to do before going to work: collect coal, light a fire, and tow a car. When starting the car, it needs to be towed two or three times before it can start.

Since the bus had just started and gone two stops, and it was afternoon and not time to get off work, there were not many people on the bus, and three people got on the bus carrying/holding baskets.

After getting on the bus and finding seats, the three of them sat down first, held the basket of duck eggs in their arms, and stuffed the cloth bag of wild vegetables under the seats.

The car started to move away, and each person paid three cents for a ticket. The car quickly passed the Henan family, and Niu Xiaoyun even stuck her head out of the window to wave goodbye to them.

The older child let go of his mother's hand and ran after the car for a few steps, shouting a few times to Niu Xiaoyun, but the noise from the car was too loud and no one could hear what he was shouting.

As the bus stopped at each station, more and more passengers got on the bus and the bus became noisy. The three little girls smiled at each other from time to time but didn't say anything.

Han Zhaozhao endured the pungent smell and finally arrived at the station. They took their things and squeezed out of the car through the back door.

Nowadays, there is no such thing as "get off at the front door and get on at the back door". If you can squeeze in or out of the car, you are a winner.

Thanks to the three little girls' small stature, they were able to safely carry more than a hundred wild duck eggs off the bus without being noticed.

After getting off the car and getting close to home, Han Zhaozhao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Unexpectedly, she seemed to relax too early.

"The duck eggs in my basket seem to be broken!" Niu Xiaoyun said with a bitter face.

Niu Xiaolian was stunned. "How did it break? How many pieces did it break? Didn't I tell you to be gentle and hold the basket away from the people in the car? How did you do it?"

Han Zhaozhao: "Don't blame her. She doesn't want to. Hurry up and put the basket down. Put the eggs into our baskets. Pick out the broken wild duck eggs first. Don't make more broken eggs."

So, a scene appeared under the bus stop sign: three little girls set up a duck egg stall and started selecting duck eggs.

"Little girl, do you want to sell wild duck eggs?" a woman asked.

Han Zhaozhao was upset: "Not for sale!"

"Why not sell them? There are so many eggs. Can you finish them at home?" asked another old lady.

Niu Xiaoyun: "Why can't we finish it? We have a big family! Don't ask, if I say I won't sell it, then I won't sell it!"

The woman seemed to suddenly understand something. "Then do you want to exchange it? I'll exchange it with you using the coupons."

Seeing how persistent they were, Niu Xiaolian couldn't control her usually mild temper anymore.

"Don't ask, we really don't sell it. This is something that our relatives in the countryside got with great difficulty. Several of our families are waiting to share it, so how can we give it to others?

You know the current situation. What's the use of having money and tickets? You still can't buy anything, especially food. How high is the price of pigeons now?"