Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

"My family's skill of growing fruit trees is inherited from our ancestors. My grandfather said that he would pass it on to me. With this skill, I can support my family and make a living no matter how old I am.

I tell you, within a few hundred miles of the capital, almost every village has an orchard, but no one has the skills of my family. My grandfather said that the good fruit trees have been trampled by those prodigal sons. "

Xiao Sanzi interrupted his nonsense and said, "Stop bragging. In our city, eight out of ten people have connections with the royal family. They are either relatives of high-ranking officials or their ancestors worked for the palace in the early years. You've been bragging for a long time, but it has nothing to do with us.

You said that we have been classmates for almost two years and get along like brothers. Your family has such a big garden, but I have never seen you let me taste your fruit.

Okay, I won't talk about your family selling it for money, but you didn't even let us taste half of it, you have scars and crooked buttocks. Oh, it's too hurtful!

I treat you as a brother, but you treat me like shit! It's my fault for not being a good person!

It seems that the old saying is true: if you want to eat good food, you have to grow it yourself.

Zhaozhao, your yard is big, so you can pick a few more saplings and plant them in your front and back yards.

It doesn't matter if you don't have enough money, let's buy on credit first, and Brother Sanzi will help you pay it back. At worst, I can use all the red envelopes I received during the Chinese New Year to pay you back!"

Xu Xiaoguo didn't know how to respond. After a pause, he said awkwardly, "We haven't known each other for two years. It's only been a little over a year. Besides, you didn't play with me much before. How could I rush to bring you delicious food?"

Han Zhaozhao nodded repeatedly, but was smiling in her heart. Little Sanzi was truly a talent. He would definitely be a big shot in society in the future!

Well, this kid is really trying hard to get some delicious food. Not only did he fool Xu Xiaoguo, he also tried to fool her.

When it comes to borrowing money, he would give her the money all the way until after the New Year, and even calculated the New Year's red envelopes two months in advance.

Xu Xiaoguo's father was a quiet and honest man. He worked quietly with his head down. He would dig up whatever sapling his grandfather pointed to and did his work very carefully.

The roots of almost every seedling were dug up completely, with some of the original soil. After being dug out, the roots were tied firmly with straw ropes prepared in advance.

Such saplings will definitely survive if brought back! It can be seen that he really takes care of the fruit trees as if they were his own sons!

Xu Xiaoguo's grandfather has a completely different personality from his father, he is a smooth talker, just like the street trolls in the city. Han Zhaozhao wondered if all the talking in their family was done by the grandfather and grandson, so that father Xu, who was caught in the middle, had nothing to say!

"Where do you two live? Dongcheng, Dongcheng is great! There's a saying in old Beijing: the east is rich and the west is noble, the south is poor and the north is humble.

But that was what was said in the past. Now we live in a new society, the poor have taken charge and the workers are also in charge.

By the way, there used to be a guy in your area, called Ma Liuzi, nicknamed Malu Liuzi, is he still alive now?"

Han Zhaozhao listened but didn't take it to heart. Her eyes were roaming around the garden, thinking about which sapling to choose to bring home.

Xiao Sanzi is a good joke taker, chatting with Grandpa Xu: "He's alive and well! What do you mean by that, Grandpa Xu?

Ma Liuzi is not too old, he is less than 40 years old this year, it is not time for him to die!"

Old Master Xu was delighted when someone praised him, "How could Ma Liuzi live to this day? It seems that the old neighbors in your area are all sophisticated people, and no one would bother with him!

Ma Liuzi, that little bastard, is not a good person! He digs up the graves of the extinct, kicks the doors of widows, drinks the milk of a confinement woman, and beats up the disabled. He is going to be infested with maggots everywhere.

He would even go to brothels and have sex with prostitutes for free, and he would do anything to cheat, defraud, and rob people.

There were sores on the top of the head and pus oozing from the soles of the feet. It was damaged from head to toe, rotten from the inside to the skin, and he couldn't do anything.

I haven't heard from him for a while. I thought he had been put in a sack and beaten to death in some remote corner!

A few years ago, before liberation, that bastard came to cheat me many times, and he and his men often caused trouble in my orchard.

That bastard is so evil, he joined the Kuomintang when the Japanese invaded the city, and then used the Japanese's name to harm people, what a bad bastard! "

Xu Xiaoguo suddenly realized: "Grandpa, shouldn't people like him have been shot by the government long ago?

Have you eaten peanuts a long time ago?"

Xiao Sanzi: "No, he is living a good life! I have heard of that guy. He is not worthy of being called a traitor. The Japanese don't think highly of him.

It is said that he is just a sneaky person who steals through doors. He uses the name of whoever is more powerful to bully others and cheat people to harm ordinary people.

In 1953 or 1954, didn't the government arrest a group of bad elements and send them to labor reform? He might have been among them.

Old neighbors all said that he had no life on his hands, so he probably couldn't afford to eat peanuts, but I haven't seen him wandering the streets for three or four years."

The three of them, young and old, were there bragging and chatting, while Han Zhaozhao and Xu Xiaoguo's father were running around in the nursery.

Both of them are practical men who don't talk much. Father Xu said, "This is rose fragrance, and this is agate. Do you want it?"

Han Zhaozhao: "Two please!"

Mr. Xu put the things into the sack without saying a word.

"These are apple seedlings, Red Banana, Red Star, and Guoguang. Do you want them?"

Han Zhaozhao: "One more, too!"

Father Xu bent down and put it into the sack again.

"This is a white pear, this is a golden-handled yellow duck pear, and this is a milk-flavored pear. Do you want one?"

Han Zhaozhao: Hey! What about this famous pear? I’ve never eaten it!

"Dig one!"

"Bang, bang, bang!" Three hoes and one seedling, with the original soil! In no time, Mr. Xu dug out three seeds, tied them up with straw ropes, and put them in a sack!

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"This is the golden thread jujube, this is the Xiangshan white jujube, this is the Pinggu dense jujube, the Daxing tribute jujube, and the Langjiayuan jujube!"

"One more, too!"

Han Zhaozhao: There are so many varieties of dates? She has never tasted them all!

He waved his hand proudly, "Dig one too!"

"Bang, bang, bang!" After more than ten hits with the hoe, Father Xu dug it out again. However, the roots of the jujube tree could not be covered with soil, so the exposed roots were stuffed into the second sack.

Father Xu led Han Zhaozhao to continue walking forward, "This is Fangshan Mopan Persimmon, this is Dahongxing Mountain Red, this is Pomegranate, this is Pinggu Big Peach, this is Pinggu Red Apricot, plum, crabapple, sand apple!"

Han Zhaozhao: Wow! What a complete variety!

Looking at the sack in Mr. Xu’s hand, the second bag is almost full!

After smacking his lips, he reluctantly gave up: "Let's dig one each of the persimmon, mountain red, pomegranate, peach and apricot!

I don’t want the crabapple, the fruit is small and has many pits, I don’t like it! ”

Father Xu smiled slightly and did not try to persuade him. He picked up the hoe and started digging with a "clang, clang, clang" sound, and dug out the sapling that Han Zhaozhao had pointed to.

He deftly tied up the original soil at the roots with a straw rope and stuffed it into the sack.

Han Zhaozhao showed a bitter face: "Oh my! I picked all these? How come I bought so many saplings without realizing it?"

Mr. Xu said nothing as he carried the sack to the garden gate, and on the way he did not forget to pick up the first bag of saplings.

The cart was parked right in front of the little thatched hut that looked after the garden, and someone had quickly tied it up with ropes around the shoulders and back.

Han Zhaozhao: This Mr. Xu is sticking his paws out from his sleeves - he's quite capable!

Wasn't she tricked by an honest man?