Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

Han Zhaozhao listened to her grandmother's chattering, which seemed to be talking to her, or to herself. She held a large coarse porcelain bowl that was bigger than her face and tried hard to slurp the thin corn paste into her mouth.

She pushed the dark steamed bread made of sorghum and sweet potato flour from the dry food basket to her grandmother and said, "Grandma, I am full after drinking porridge. You can eat these two steamed breads!"

Han Zhaoshi reached out and took a steamed bread and stuffed it into Han Zhaozhao's hand, "Let's each have one. Grandma hasn't been in the mood to cook these days. I've been fooling around for several days and you've become skinny due to hunger.

After this period of time is over, and grandma has recovered from this, I will make you something delicious to improve your condition."

The old lady looked at her granddaughter's little face, which had become so pale in just a few days. She then realized that she could no longer be immersed in such great sorrow.

The dead are gone, she should cheer up and do everything she can to take good care of her granddaughter and raise her to health.

She cursed herself inwardly for being so old and confused. So many people in her family had died, but she, Han Zhao, had still managed to hold on.

What’s the matter? Now that we have entered the new society, she still wants to stay at home!

Now she can no longer take care of her son and daughter-in-law, and she can't let anything happen to her only child.

She had experienced children dying of illness before, so this time she had to save the only child of the Han family at all costs.

"Grandma, I really can't eat anymore. If you force yourself to eat more, I'll vomit!"

This was not an exaggeration. In the past few days since she came here, she had been eating corn porridge, coarse grain steamed bread and pickled cabbage for every meal. She felt her stomach was sour and she couldn't swallow it.

Han Zhaozhao has adapted to this body and to the life of relying on her grandmother.

Whenever she looked at her grandmother's kind and resolute face, she couldn't help but think of her grandmother in her previous life. After traveling back in time as a child, after silently observing and imitating for a few days, she no longer felt any sense of disobedience.

Even though she was a little different from her original self, Han Zhao was in a daze due to the sudden loss of her son and daughter-in-law and didn't notice it.

As for the neighbors, they would not notice anything. Every family has so much to do and they are so busy every day. Who would pay attention to the neighbor's children?

What's more, her family has encountered such a big problem. Not to mention the children, even Han Zhao, who is usually cheerful and capable, has changed her temperament, right?

The old lady from Northeast China used to be so open-minded, but when her family encountered a disaster, her temperament changed drastically, and everyone understood it!

In this situation, Han Zhaozhao changed his heart and was no longer the same Han Zhaozhao as before. This did not attract anyone's attention. Han Zhaozhao secretly breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had finally gotten away with it.

Grandma Han and other women of this generation all came from the old society. They had never attended school, could not read or write, and no one had ever told them any ideals or principles.

But they are the kindest, simple and strong generation, who have gone through hardships and never give up. As long as they are still alive, they will try their best to live.

Suffering, hardship, life and death, cannot defeat their most tenacious vitality.

In just a few days, Han Zhaozhao learned a lot from her grandmother. She thought she seemed to understand the meaning of God letting her travel to this era.

From now on, she will try her best to bury everything from her past life deep in her heart, be a good Han Zhaozhao, and take good care of her grandmother in this life. What a respectable and beloved old woman she is!

Coming to this era, she was mentally prepared to endure hardships, but her physical physiological reaction was really weak.

It was hard for her to imagine that the three-year famine had not yet come, and although the food was not good, she could still eat enough. She could hardly swallow this kind of food, so what would she do when the famine came next year?

It is said that at that time everyone ate tree bark, grass roots and soil, and many people starved to death, especially the elderly and children, who had weak spleen and stomach and could not digest the plant fiber, and had the highest mortality rate.

For the two generations in their family, old and young, it is a huge test for them to survive this disaster.

Han Zhaozhao has been mentally exhausted during this period. Sometimes, she feels that she is the seven-year-old girl Han Zhaozhao and empathizes with her grandmother's sadness.

Sometimes, she would be in a trance, like a bystander, watching the comings and goings of people in the house, as if she were watching a modern stage play.

At some point, the remaining red couplets on her house’s front door turned white, and a door banner made of torn paper was inserted next to the door sill.

People from the neighborhood committee came to ask about the living conditions of the grandparents and grandchildren. The neighbor grandmothers and aunties from the alley came to sit and chat with the grandmother.

The elders, uncles, and brothers from next door came and helped her family repair the broken tiles on the roof, and also bought coal for the family for next month's daily needs.

Han Zhaozhao helped unload the truck and found that all the cargo brought back this month was honeycomb briquettes.

Han Zhaozhao knew some of these people, some looked familiar but she couldn't tell who they were from. There were also some she had no impression of at all.

My grandmother refused many offers of help from aunts and sisters, and insisted on doing the housework herself if possible.

At night, grandma said to Han Zhaozhao: "We should try not to owe favors to others. In the future, our family will be old and young and can't help others. After a long time, others will think we owe them a favor.

We don't need unequal affection. As the saying goes, lean on the mountain and the mountain will fall, lean on the river and the river will run away. Zhao Zhao, you still have to stand up straight in life, and the iron must be strong before it can be forged!

If we want to live a good life, we can’t rely on others for help, we have to work hard on our own!

Zhao Zhao, Xiao Yun, Xiao Lian and the others are coming to play with you again, go out and play with them! Your mother will pass away tomorrow, and grandma will tear off the mourning clothes on your shoes, and you can go out. "

Han Zhaozhao shook her head. "Grandma, I don't want to go out to play. I'll stay at home with you and help you with the work. Grandma, isn't my mom coming home?"

She now tries to have as little contact with acquaintances as possible. She does not dare to underestimate the children of this era. The boys and girls of seven or eight years old can do the work of adults.

Except that they are not as strong as adults, they can cook, clean, collect firewood, dig wild vegetables, and take care of children. Their life skills are excellent and they are better than young people in their twenties in later generations.

“The army has other arrangements regarding your parents’ affairs. Your mother is a martyr, and they said they will wait until the case is over. Let’s wait for news.

We have a photo of your mother at home, and we will enshrine her portrait in the future. If you miss your mother, go to her room and talk to her, she will definitely hear you. "

"Well, grandma, I want to move to mom and dad's room to sleep. I miss them!" She has always slept with her grandma and she is not used to it.

Besides, she had her own secrets and didn't want to be without her own private space. If grandma hadn't been in a bad mood recently, she would have asked to live in a room by herself.

Han Zhaozhao had observed that her home was an independent small courtyard. Although it was not big, the living area was about 200 square meters. It was small but had everything it needed.

The main gate faces southeast, with three back rooms, three main rooms, two ear rooms, and two side rooms on the east and west sides. The whole courtyard is square and tidy, which is a very standard northern courtyard layout.

There are twelve rooms in total, which can accommodate five or six people very comfortably.

The doors and windows are all old-fashioned wooden carved with mortise and tenon structures. What's surprising is that unlike other people's houses with paper-covered windows, all the doors and windows in their house are actually installed with glass.

This is very rare in this era, and its light transmittance and warmth retention are much better than those of window paper.

Passing through the west wing, there is a small door that leads directly to the back, where there is actually a backyard of more than 60 square meters.

According to the neighbors, there used to be a row of houses in the backyard, but they collapsed during the war and became a ruin.

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