Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

We worked for another two hours until five o'clock, when the teacher called us to stop urgently, "It's time to go home, gather and go back to the city!"

The students cheered in unison, "Bang, bang, bang!" They threw stones on the spot and quickly gathered together, without waiting for the teacher to shout "March in step!"

He had already started running forward.

Several teachers chased after him, leaving only three teachers standing there stamping their feet in frustration, "Why are you doing this? Finish this trip first if you want to leave!"

Several lime kiln workers happily cleaned up and collected the messy stones thrown along the way. "These students are really capable. They can do more in one day than we can do in half a month.

Hurry up and finish the work, seal the kiln roof in a bit, and we can fire the kiln tonight!"

"Leaders are more thoughtful. They hire students from these schools to work for a day, which can save our kiln factory a lot of wages."

The students fled the kiln factory and ran quite fast at first, but after only ten minutes or so, the neat team collapsed.

The kids are so tired!

They were shaking their arms and legs, rubbing their aching waists, and they all looked like defeated soldiers with no energy left.

"Wang Wei, where is the snake? Didn't you bring it back?" Cheng Yujuan was still thinking about the snake she had missed! Han Zhaozhao couldn't help laughing.

"How is that possible? Song Jianshe is pretending!" Speaking of snakes, Wang Wei no longer felt tired, "We have discussed it, his father can make snakes.

Ask his father to help cook it tonight, and we’ll divide it up when we bring it to school tomorrow.

Han Zhaozhao, come to school tomorrow. I'll eat your grasshopper today and give you a piece of snake meat tomorrow."

Not bad, young man, there's still a way to go! Han Zhaozhao shook his head, "This is just a little bit of food, it can only make a bowl, it's not enough for the four of you, so I won't get involved.

Next time! When we have a chance next time, we can share it together again. "

Cheng Yujuan was eager to try it and wanted to say that she wanted to try it too, but she couldn't open her mouth. She could only step back a few steps and walk side by side with the girls in Group 2.

The students dispersed immediately after entering the city, without even having to go back to school. They went home and looked for their mothers.

The teachers were also very tired. Their soles were bruised after walking on cobblestones in cloth shoes all day.

But the teachers still have to go back to school first to report the results of today’s study work to the logistics director, which is no easier than the students.

The first thing Han Zhaozhao did when he got home was to wash his hands and face, carefully rub the balm on his hands, and take care of them.

After a day of picking up rocks, her hands were in a terrible state. The skin on her ten fingertips was worn out and it was burning. Her palms were dry as if they had been soaked in caustic soda.

Fortunately, she only did it for one day, otherwise her little hands would have been as cracked as a child's mouth.

Suddenly thinking of Qi Mudan's hand, she shuddered.

The old lady was already cooking. Seeing her granddaughter like this, she became worried and asked, "Zhao Zhao, where did you go to learn the trade today? How did you mess up your hands like this?"

"Don't mention it. I'm out collecting rocks for the lime kiln. Grandma, what are you cooking tonight?"

"What can I do? It's still the same few things! By the way, Xiaoliang went with me to the purchasing station today, and he put in a lot of effort.

I made some pancakes, please send a few to him."

Han Zhaozhao followed into the kitchen and took a look. Not bad, her breasts were bleeding today. She baked a stack of single pancakes, boiled eight salted duck eggs, and cooked a pot of pumpkin porridge.

A single pancake with salted duck egg? The food is pretty good!

Han Zhaozhao took six single cakes and two salted duck eggs and gave them to Xiaoliang.

When I entered the house, Aunt Shufen was also setting the table. There was a bowl of pickles, a plate of wild vegetable cakes, and two bowls of pumpkin soup.

The pumpkin was given by the old lady. Every time we cooked pumpkin at home, it was too big to be eaten in one go, so we would always cut half of it and share it with Xiaoliang's family.

The pumpkin is the flour pumpkin that Han Zhaozhao improved in the space. Whether boiled or steamed, it is soft, sticky and sweet. The taste is similar to the baby pumpkin in later generations. Everyone who has eaten it says it is good.

After a few more pushs, Han Zhaozhao put down his things and turned to leave.

Aunt Shufen smiled helplessly and chased after Han Zhaozhao, saying, "Zhaozhao, I'll take a day off tomorrow. Tell your grandma to bring the cotton-padded clothes and quilts from home over, and I'll take them apart and wash them by hand."

"Oh, I got it!" Han Zhaozhao agreed crisply.

She would not refuse Aunt Shufen's help with sewing, otherwise she would always feel uneasy if she gave her and her mother something to eat.

The single cake was made of buckwheat, corn and white flour. It was slightly thicker than pure white flour and a little black, but it tasted very good when chewed. Han Zhaozhao ate it with great enthusiasm, and it would not be an exaggeration to say that he devoured it like a wolf.

Seeing the way she ate, the old lady stole glances at her several times, secretly reflecting in her heart whether she had spoiled the child during this period of time.

"Zhao Zhao, tomorrow at noon, take your meat coupons and go to the restaurant to get a portion of braised pork. We haven't had meat at home for a long time.

Isn't your Aunt Shufen helping to make cotton clothes? If she is embarrassed to eat with us, you can take half to that room."

"Got it! I'll go and queue up early. If the braised pork is not available, I'll buy some other meat dishes." The restaurant does not serve braised pork every day.

My family has saved up two kilograms of meat coupons, but we haven't been able to buy pork. It's time to spend them at a restaurant.

In the past, her family never ate out. Compared with cooking at home, it was not cost-effective to buy meat dishes from a restaurant because of the meat coupons and money.

But there is no way now. The supply is becoming increasingly tight. The tickets issued according to the population have nowhere to go to buy things. We can only buy meat in restaurants at high prices.

After all, it is a state-owned enterprise, and the restaurant is allocated a portion of meat every day, no matter how much.

To be honest, she wasn't greedy. There were pre-prepared meals in the space, so she could have extra meals every night.

Turning around and seeing Wu Ni's eager eyes, she decided that she had to make some friends out of nothing and ask someone to get some meat to bring home in the next few days.

After dinner, I took my two children to check in for study on time. When it was time to go back to my room to sleep, I went into the space to pick up eggs, feed the chickens, ducks and livestock, and finally took a nice hot bath.

The next morning, Han Zhaozhao took all the neatly washed and folded jacket pieces, trouser pieces and cotton to Aunt Shufen. She asked Wu Ni and Xiao Liang to read and write at the small table in the corridor, while she helped Aunt Shufen by stitching cotton.

Watching Aunt Shufen's hands arranging flowers and butterflies flying up and down, sewing the cotton-padded jacket quickly and neatly, with stitches as fine as if measured with a caliper, Han Zhaozhao's eyes sparkled.

I didn’t expect that Aunt Shufen could also embroider!

It's not the delicate and elegant Suzhou embroidery technique like Aunt Niu's, but it has some characteristics of southwestern ethnic minorities. The pattern structure is simple and the colors are bright and exaggerated, making Han Zhaozhao's faded cotton jacket suddenly become elegant and charming.

"Auntie, your embroidery is so beautiful!"

Han Zhaozhao swallowed the compliments that were about to burst out of her mouth, and said a simple and bland compliment. She is a child who has never seen the world! (Repeat this in your mind three times!)

"I haven't embroidered for years, so my skills are not so good anymore! My mother was good at embroidering, but unfortunately she passed away early, and I haven't even learned 30% of her skills."

That’s still not 30% of what you’ve learned? What would 100% be like?