Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

After taking a bath, she felt refreshed and less tired. It seems that taking a hot bath can really relieve fatigue.

Han Zhaozhao lazily lay on the recliner in front of the wooden house, basking in the sun and taking a nap.

When she woke up and went out of the space, it was still pitch black outside. She simply didn't get on the kang, but went straight back to the space to carefully pick the seeds off the rice ears and corn ears.

Corn cobs are also threshed manually, and rice seeds and grain seeds are soaked in space water, drained and placed in bamboo baskets and covered with wet cotton cloth to germinate.

There is no need to be so troublesome when planting corn. Just dig a hole, plant two seeds in one hole, and plant rows in the field!

It seems that rice and millet cannot be planted tonight. We can only wait and see the germination situation tomorrow.

Han Zhaozhao tidied up the living room and performed the yoga moves that she had memorized from her previous life.

This set of movements was still a bit far-fetched for her current physical condition. Some of the movements were too difficult to do, and her body was stretched so hard that it hurt.

However, no matter how painful it was, it was not as painful as giving birth. She had extremely strong willpower and finally gritted her teeth and persevered.

Dragging her aching body, she took another hot space bath and filled her belly with space water.

Rubbing the black mud that oozed out of her body, she smiled. It finally worked!

Her body in this life is too ordinary, and she doesn’t have the natural strength like in her previous life. She has to grit her teeth and keep exercising, trying every possible way to improve her physical fitness.

If you don’t have anything, don’t be poor; if you have something, don’t be sick!

Having a good body is the foundation of everything!

Han Zhaozhao, who lived for nearly a hundred years in his previous life, knew the importance of this point well.

More importantly, she had the space but no fighting power, which made her feel insecure and afraid of losing her life at any time. This made her feel too insecure.

Seeing that it was already one o'clock in the morning, Han Zhaozhao left the space, lay down on the kang and fell into a deep sleep.

After sending my grandma to work in the morning, I went to the entrance of the alley and found out that someone from the yard next door had gone up the mountain to chop firewood today.

She hurried home, pushed the cart out, followed the adults, and trotted out of the city and up the mountain.

After walking for nearly an hour, the adults had long lost sight of them before Han Zhaozhao finally reached the foot of the mountain.

The path up the mountain was narrow and rugged, and the cart could not go up. She found a secluded corner to hide the cart and cut some weeds to cover it. The cart was not licensed, and she didn't want to find that the cart was lost after she got down the mountain.

I took the hemp rope and the axe and walked up the mountain. As I walked, I observed that there was still a lot of firewood on the mountain. There were many trees, yellow broom trees, and wild jujube trees in patches and clumps everywhere.

Vitex chinensis in summer and autumn

After climbing halfway up the mountain, panting, Han Zhaozhao could no longer climb.

I sat on a large clean rock, took out my kettle, drank a few sips of water, and looked at the surrounding environment.

This hillside is closest to the main road back to the city. The soil is poor. Apart from stones everywhere, there are trees, shrubs and weeds of different heights.

There are several relatively flat areas that have been turned into wasteland by people. From the looks of it, it seems that some drought-resistant crops such as sweet potatoes, millet and sorghum are planted there.

She didn't find any water source here, and the harvest from these fields was not very good. Just looking at the poor soil, it was obvious that the plants were not growing very well.

"Without water, it won't work. How much can we harvest if we only rely on the weather? This is because labor is not valuable, otherwise we can't even get back our wages."

This hillside has no value for reclamation, but because it is close to the city, it has become a source of firewood for the common people.

Especially near the foot of the mountain, there are very few bushes, and the miscellaneous trees have been trimmed clean, and the branches have been chopped down and taken home for firewood.

The yellow grass and other burn-resistant weeds at the foot of the mountain have been almost all cut, making it look even more desolate.

After observing for a while, I found that this hillside really has no economic value. Even the common Chinese herbal medicines do not grow much, and the little ones that do grow are very useless and not very useful.

Han Zhaozhao looked around, but didn't see any rabbits or pheasants, not even a few sparrows.

It seems that it is difficult to eat meat for free, you have to go to the mountains.

But she can't do it in the near future. With her walking speed, let alone going to the mountains, she may not be able to come back on the same day if she walks a little further.

Her grandmother would never let her spend the night outside, especially alone in the wilderness, after all she is still a child!

Han Zhaozhao felt very desperate because he had a heart that yearned for freedom but a body that did not have the freedom to move.

She walked down the mountain dejectedly. She thought about going up the mountain to chop dead trees for firewood like the adults did, but she couldn't do it. She could only chop some yellow broom and small trees around the foot of the mountain.

She doesn’t mind if others complain about it being wet. It’s just the important thing. She doesn’t have to carry it. She has a cart, so what is there to be afraid of!

Push them home in a cart, pile them in the backyard and let them dry slowly. They should be more resistant to burning than leaves and hay, right?

There is not much else here, except for patches of yellow broom as thick as fingers, which are everywhere.

In autumn and winter, yellow broomcorn vines are everywhere in the mountains

Han Zhaozhao returned to a place not far from the cart, found a patch of yellow broom trees with many old stumps and started working.

"Bang, bang, bang." The roots of the yellow broom were as thick as wrists, and the wood was as hard as jujube wood, which made her arms numb.

While chopping she murmured, "No wonder later generations use yellow broom to make bonsai, this old stump is really tough and difficult to chop!

"It's not enough to just rely on a hatchet. It's too inefficient. At this rate, I can't even chop three bundles of firewood a day. It seems that I need to resort to tricks!"

There was no one around, so Han Zhaozhao used all sorts of methods. There were many tools in the space, such as hand saws, axes, and machetes, and he used whatever was most labor-saving.

There were chainsaws and electric saber saws in the space, but they were too heavy and vibrated violently for her small body, and the noise was extremely loud. She was afraid of alarming strangers, so she didn't dare to use them.

In comparison, the most primitive hand saw is more useful. The manganese steel hand saw purchased online is small, sharp and labor-saving, and it is very fast to saw small shrubs!

After a morning of sweating and exhaustion, Han Zhaozhao laid down a large area of ​​yellow broom firewood, which amounted to three large bundles. There was no rush to bundle them now. He would let them dry for half a day and bundle them when he left in the evening, which should reduce some of the weight.

I was hungry, so I secretly looked at the alarm clock in my space. It was already half past twelve.

She was not planning to go home at noon. There were corn cakes in the space that she brought in the morning. She drank the space water and ate the cold cakes to have a simple lunch.

However, the unleavened bread was too hard to swallow when it was cold. Han Zhaozhao choked and stretched his neck out. He choked and drank a large pot of water before he could chew it up and wash it down his stomach.

After resting enough, she changed her position and continued to chop firewood. The journey out was too long, so in order to save time, she decided to chop more firewood, and when she couldn't push it anymore, she would store it in the space and smuggle it back home.

Hahaha! That’s the benefit of having space!

After she had collected enough firewood to last the winter, she slowly searched the distant mountains.

Instead of trying to get game, she had to explore the nearby terrain and find out what resources there were that could be exchanged for money.

As the old saying goes, a man cannot become rich without unexpected wealth, and a horse cannot grow fat without night grass. Relying only on her grandmother's meager salary and the limited savings at home, with no other way to make money, she had no confidence to spend money.

It was extremely difficult to find an excuse to bring food home. Even if she grew food in her space, she had no reason to bring it home.

There are only four words to describe the daily life of ordinary people: increase revenue and reduce expenditure!

The famine year is coming soon. There is no time to store food for famine preparedness, and there is no way to save money!

The only thing we can do now is open source!

Han Zhaozhao was chopping wood and searching around, wondering if there was anything on the mountain that could be exchanged for money.