Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

After this incident, Han Zhaozhao didn't even go out to dig medicinal herbs this autumn. He had two little dogs following him around every day. Only he knew how uncomfortable it was.

The only good thing is that she is quite satisfied with the learning progress of these two people. Of course, the old lady and Aunt Shufen are even more satisfied.

Especially Xiaoliang, who can now catch up with Niu Xiaoyun's results.

Taking the same second-grade test paper, he only scored 17 points less than Niu Xiaoyun in Chinese, but got full marks in math. All three children exclaimed that he was a genius.

I don't know whether he is a genius or not, but Xiaoliang sometimes acts silly now and then, and if you don't look carefully, he is basically no different from an ordinary person.

This child is good-looking, quiet and quiet. At first glance, he looks like a kid from a wealthy family, which is quite intimidating.

In the summer, Xiaoliang's father came to see them and thought Xiaoliang had fully recovered, so he took him back to the army for two days and sent him back on the third day.

Aunt Shufen threw all the large and small bags of food and daily necessities he had brought out the door, and without saying a word, she took Xiaoliang back to the house.

That night, Han Zhaozhao still heard Aunt Shufen crying secretly in the middle of the night.

She and the old lady were both helpless. They didn't dare to ask about other people's family affairs, and they couldn't persuade them. They could only help take care of Xiaoliang more and let her think it over and calm down.

Xiaoliang's father never came to visit again. It wasn't that he didn't want to come, but Aunt Shufen never let him in.

Han Zhaozhao and the old lady guessed many possibilities, but they could not guess what Xiaoliang went through during the two days when he was taken away.

Since then, Aunt Shufen seemed like a different person. She was more forthright in her words and deeds, and was energetic in doing anything. She was just like a single mother in later generations. She could do anything and dared to do anything. She was definitely an all-round pillar of the family.

Han Zhaozhao secretly made some candles and took them out of the space for use. When she found out, she exchanged most of them with her for door curtains, seat cushions, and shoe insoles that she had pieced together with scraps of cloth, and did needlework until midnight every night.

Han Zhaozhao knew that Aunt Shufen was working hard to save money!

Xiaoliang was also depressed for a few days, but with Wu Ni calling him "Brother, brother" every day and Han Zhaozhao coaxing him with candies, he soon recovered.

He was a very tight-lipped person. Han Zhaozhao tried to ask him several times but still couldn't find out what happened between him and his father.

If you don’t want to talk about it, then don’t talk about it. Han Zhaozhao didn’t ask any more questions. It had nothing to do with her anyway.

On Friday, Han Zhaozhao returned Wu Ni and Xiao Liang to their guardians, put on their schoolbags and went to school.

I went to the teacher to hand in the test paper first. The teacher just flipped through it and put it aside.

When leaving the office, Han Zhaozhao received another stack of test papers. The test papers in that era were all mimeographed by the teachers themselves. Every smear of them was covered with ink, and there was a kerosene-like smell that was extremely pungent.

The strange thing is, some people really like the smell!

This time the labor class was about learning to work. After the students lined up and arrived at the destination, they realized that this learning to work was actually a huge pit!

Standing on the riverbed in the western suburbs, Han Zhaozhao rested his hands on the awning and looked at the lime kiln not far away.

It was a kiln made of stones that looked like a big steamed bun from a distance. It was not large and there were only five or six people working on it.

The teacher said that this was the collective lime kiln of the nearby production team. The students were brought here to pick up stones.

Most of the rocks in the riverbed are limestone. Now it is dry and the river has dried up, exposing the limestone in the riverbed. The members can get ready-made limestone without having to light gunpowder or blast the mountain.

Although the students were not very old, they were in the third grade and more than ten years old. There was strength in numbers, and each of them picked up a few pieces. There were three grades and six classes, a total of more than 370 people, and they could pick up a large pile in a short time.

Soon, the riverbed was filled with piles of stones every few meters, like a mass grave.

The sixth graders were older, and they had already started working in pairs, using earthen baskets to carry stones to the lime kiln several hundred meters away.

"These stones are just the right size. There is no need to break them up to burn lime. Everyone, pay attention. You must pick up this kind of blue-gray stone, which is limestone.

Don't pick up reddish or yellowish stones, because you can't make white lime from those stones. You've worked hard today, students. Everyone, work hard. With the approval of the commune, you can get a meal at the kiln at noon."

A cadre in a dark grey Mao suit was mobilizing everyone, with a cigarette between his lips, looking like he was commanding the world.

“He has three pockets. I don’t know what kind of cadre he is. It’s obvious that he is not a serious worker.

You are just fooling people, and you even provide meals. There are more than 300 of us. It is such a big deal. You must be cheating, right? "

Some people were whispering, and Han Zhaozhao nodded silently. She didn't know who had such insightful ideas that made her agree deeply. Just look at this man with a pen cap in his pocket, pretending to be a cultured person, he doesn't look like a practical person.

How much food would be needed to feed more than 300 mouths? She didn't believe that the public society was so rich. The food was probably not good.

Cheng Yujuan and Yang Lanxiu loved to work with Han Zhaozhao. Seeing Han Zhaozhao picking up stones slowly, the two of them also followed suit and took their time.

Team leader Wang Wei stamped his feet anxiously, "What's wrong with you guys today? You're working so slowly. Our team is going to fall behind."

Han Zhaozhao: "I can't do it. I didn't have enough breakfast this morning!"

Cheng Yujuan: "Me too. I only drank half a bowl of vegetable porridge for breakfast. Now I don't even dare to go to the toilet, for fear that I will pee and get even hungrier."

Yang Lanxiu's family is a dual-income family. Her grandparents do not live with her family, so their conditions are relatively good.

“I am full, but I have never picked up stones before. Look, my fingers are all sandy!

"Wang Wei, why are you so anxious? I see that our group hasn't picked up much less than other groups. We still have several piles. As long as we can provide enough for transporting stones, it's fine."

Han Zhaozhao rubbed his fingers. Although they were not yet sandy, they were dry and painful.

Indeed, picking up stones is the most harmful to fingers. If she had known she would be doing this job, she would have prepared a pair of gloves in advance.

Standing up and straightening her back, Han Zhaozhao took the opportunity to be lazy again. Seeing this labor scene, she was very annoyed. They looked like prison labor reform!

I don't know which school leader arranged this job, but they are really good at using child labor.

The teacher walked among the crowd, constantly reminding people: "Everyone, be careful, don't get hurt!"

"Be careful, both of you put down the big piece and pick up the smaller pieces. Pick up the smaller pieces."

"Hey, Niu Jiefang, throw it slowly, don't hit your classmates' feet!"

The teacher was also very anxious, fearing that students in the class would get hurt, and kept walking around the students.

Maybe they were hungry. As time approached noon, the students worked slower and slower. Most of them started to slack off, holding stones as props.

Seeing three people walking towards him with their hands behind their backs, he threw the stone into the pile of stones and pretended to pick up another one.

The teacher also knew that the students were tired, but she didn't dare let the students rest without the order from the leader.

Just take your time. Anyway, slacking off is a basic behavior of collective labor in this era. Everyone is the same, so no one will make mistakes.