Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

In Xiao Sanzi's words, she only read half of it! She is now semi-illiterate.

This level reminded her of the painful experience of learning Japanese in her previous life! The past was too painful to recall!

What made her even more frustrated was that she wanted to learn on her own from scratch, but she couldn't even recognize the pinyin in the dictionary her father bought for her!

What is this? What is this?

The Buddha's Way

Brother, the science and technology factory drank the basics < I deceived you to know the poetry of the day and the female thinking of the resource!

A string suddenly snapped in Han Zhaozhao's brain, and a line of lyrics suddenly came out of his mouth: "You don't know me, I don't know you, and after just one look at you, I lose interest in studying!"

In Xiao Yueyue's words: Oh my god! What is this?

The letters don’t look like letters, Japanese doesn’t look like Japanese, Korean doesn’t look like Korean, the pinyin doesn’t look like pinyin, it looks somewhat familiar, but it’s completely different!

After asking Niu Xiaolian, I finally understood that this was the ancient version of Chinese phonetic notation, also known as the old version of Popo Mo Fo De T Nerle…

She said it looked familiar, it was in the Xinhua Dictionary, but her teacher hadn’t taught her, so she couldn’t read it!!!

No wonder it resembles both Japanese and Korean. In the past, Japan and South Korea were both vassal states of our country, and they also learned our culture when they came to pay tribute!

Han Zhaozhao remembered that after 1958, the country would popularize the "Chinese Pinyin Scheme". The old version of Chinese character pinyin was too difficult to learn and it was dizzying at first glance.

Chinese Phonetic Table

More importantly, her head was already shaped by the preconceived notions. She was familiar with the pronunciation of Chinese pinyin, so learning the pinyin of Chinese characters would be a mess, and she couldn't force it into her brain no matter how hard she tried.

Hehe, the real reason is that she doesn’t go to school, doesn’t have to take exams, and has no study pressure!

By guesswork, she now has no major difficulty reading books and newspapers, and she feels that she is not blind. Currently, her energy is focused on developing space and storing things at home.

At the dinner table, grandma asked Han Zhaozhao: "Why did Little Sanzi want to come to our house to play today?"

Han Zhaozhao: "He found a coal pit this afternoon and asked me to go pick it up with him tomorrow."

"Well! This kid has a good character and knows how to protect you. Have fun."

"Grandma, I know! By the way, my third brother also asked his classmate for several fruit tree seedlings for me, and I planted them today.

If it survives, our family will never lack fruit to eat again."

“No wonder I felt something was different at home, it turns out you were planting saplings in the yard.

I saw it. Are they jujube trees and grapes? That's good. Planting jujube trees in the yard doesn't block the sun. It also has a good meaning. When the jujubes are ripe, you can eat them fresh. If you dry them, they can be stored easily.

During the Chinese New Year, we use steamed rice cakes and jujube buns. My Zhao Zhao has really grown up and is very thoughtful! "

When Han Zhao went to Guandong, she was already quite old. She still remembered that her ancestral home in Jiaodong would steam jujube cakes during the New Year. Every New Year, she would steam a pot of jujube cakes to offer to her ancestors.

The more Han Zhao looked at her granddaughter, the prettier she felt. No matter how she looked at her own child, she felt that she was better than other children in every way!

Influenced by her daughter-in-law, she was never willing to beat or scold her children. Instead, she would start praising Han Zhaozhao every time he did something small.

This is what makes Han Zhaozhao most satisfied!

Not being born into a family that favors boys over girls is such a lucky start!

What's more, although Grandma Han could not recognize twenty or thirty words, the educational method she implemented at home was relatively scientific even in later generations.

Praise is easier for children to accept than suppression!

Han Zhaozhao suppressed the smile on her lips. She felt more and more integrated into this warm family!

"Zhao Zhao, don't be so anxious when you collect firewood, and don't get tired. You are still young, and you won't grow if you get too tired.

Your Grandpa Wang told me that if there is not enough wood to burn in the winter, we can buy some rotten furniture wood from the purchasing station at a low price and bring it home for burning. Then we only need to pay the purchase price, it won’t cost much.”

Speaking of spending money, Han Zhaozhao suddenly had an idea and pretended to accidentally reveal some "gossip" to her grandmother.

"Grandma, I heard Grandpa Guan and the others talking and they said that the government still has to implement new policies.

It is said that there are many children born in our country in recent years, but the land is still the same, and the things are still the same. I am afraid that everything will have to be limited in quantity in the future, and we may even have to rely on issuing tickets to feed more people..."

She kept mumbling a lot, talking about all sorts of things, and both the speaker and the listener had some intention.

"I heard that in some places, salt, cloth, cotton, sugar and the like cannot be bought even with money and require coupons. This may be true.

It seems that saving money is not as reliable as saving things! Let me think about it again..." Han Zhao was worried. She had experienced many ups and downs.

Over the past few decades, the warlords, the Kuomintang, and the Japanese have taken turns to take the stage, with power changing every day.

When the Japanese came, they plundered the land, and the Kuomintang government didn't behave like a human being. It issued this currency and that coupon, causing prices to soar. The money was so cheap that the people didn't know how to live.

After going through so much and suffering several losses, the originally honest Han Zhaoshi finally understood the most obvious truth: saving things is worse than saving money! Determined not to be a miser!

Money might turn into waste paper someday (she didn't dare tell anyone that she still had more than 10 million French francs in her pocket that she hadn't spent yet!), but things won't!

Especially grain, rice, oil, salt, cloth, cotton and other daily necessities, which are hard currency and cannot be separated from them as long as people are alive!

Sometimes money can't buy things, but things can be exchanged for things.

The old lady was in a daze for several days, but in the following days, she did what Han Zhaozhao liked the most. She started to secretly store things at home!

After dinner, the old lady washed the dishes and pots and did needlework under the lamp. The two of them had been working very hard in the past few days and they didn't know when several triangular holes appeared on their clothes.

After weighing the roll of patches in the basket again and again, Han Zhao finally selected a few small patches that she was satisfied with.

While patching, she said to herself: "This cloth is a bit waterlogged, and it won't absorb the needle and thread. I have to find a way to save some cloth."

Han Zhaozhao had already finished knitting one insole and was about to start working on the next one when her grandmother spoke up, "Zhaozhao, didn't you agree with Xiao Sanzi to read comic books together?

Go play with him! You haven't played with other kids for a long time, so don't work at home tonight."

The granddaughter became capable and no longer ran around. Han Zhao was both happy and sad, and could only send her granddaughter out to play.

"Hey! I'm going out to play now. Grandma, you don't need to sew anymore. You must be very tired after a day's work.

The light is not good at night, don't strain your eyes, and you have to wear reading glasses, how inconvenient! "

Han Zhaozhao thought about it and realized that she couldn't always passively wait for the children to come and play with her.

She is not a socially anxious person, but she still has to take the initiative to visit her neighbors so that she can take the opportunity to learn more about their situations.

Holding the picture book, Han Zhaozhao went to the yard where Xiao Sanzi lived.

This yard is a two-story courtyard and is not much larger than Han Zhaozhao's yard.

The back house was occupied by a family named Cui, who had six people in the family, including his wife and four children.

Xiao Cui used to be a servant in a wealthy family, responsible for pulling rickshaws for his master. After liberation, he still pulled rickshaws, but it was under the management of the municipal government.

Han Zhaozhao never figured out whether he received a salary or commission, but judging from his family's living standard, his income should not be much.

The three main rooms were occupied by the family of five of Xiao Sanzi. In his family of five, Qian's father, Qian's mother and two brothers all had jobs, and in this area, they were probably the family with the best living standard.

Of course, this was only two or three years ago. Before that, all three boys in his family went to school and had more food to eat, but the burden was very heavy, and they lived in poverty for many years.

The two rooms in the east wing were occupied by Qi Mudan, a cotton mill worker in her thirties. Han Zhaozhao didn't understand why before, because this woman was beautiful and attracted a lot of trouble.