Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

Han Zhaozhao not only found a seed store and bought several kinds of grain and vegetable seeds, but also bought a pound of cotton seeds.

I also got a small bag of ginseng seeds and Polygonatum sibiricum seeds at the purchasing station of the medicinal materials company, and even got a dozen Panax notoginseng seeds that are not available in the north.

This was not the biggest gain of her trip. Her biggest gain was getting to know an old pharmacist from the medicinal materials company.

It is said that Grandpa Bai's ancestor was once the chief imperial physician of the Qing Palace. The family has gone through many ups and downs for generations, and now only the grandfather and grandson are left in the capital to depend on each other.

The rest of the tribesmen either died, escaped, or scattered, and we have lost contact with them all.

Actually, it was purely by chance that I met Grandpa Bai. At that time, Han Zhaozhao was shamelessly pestering the uncle at the purchasing station to ask him about the information related to selling medicinal materials.

I didn't realize that a little tail had followed me. This little tail was Grandpa Bai's only grandson, Bai Shu.

Perhaps because he had never seen a peer who was so fluent in speaking and not afraid of strangers, the child stared at her silently for a long time until he was tripped by debris in the yard and fell in front of Han Zhaozhao, and then she noticed him.

After all, Han Zhaozhao had an adult soul living in his body, so he quickly went forward to pull the child up, and helped him find branches to scrape off the mud on his trouser legs and little hands.

"Whose child are you? Where are your parents? Look at you, you don't even look at the road when you walk, and your pants are all wet.

Is your home far away? Go home and change your pants quickly, or you will catch a cold."

Grandma Han Zhaozhao was possessed and started to chatter.

The child didn't say anything, but his big round eyes stared at Han Zhaozhao. For some reason, Han Zhaozhao felt that his eyes were full of admiration.

What a hell! Han Zhaozhao shook her head. God damn worship! This is not the age of star chasing in the future. She is not an idol star, not to mention that this is the first time she has seen this child.

"Why aren't you talking? What's your name? Where is your home? Can I take you home?"

No matter how Han Zhaozhao asked, the child didn't say a word, which made Han Zhaozhao very embarrassed.

"You're not afraid that I'm a human trafficker, are you?! Then you better be at ease. This job requires too much technical skills and we can't do it!

"Hey! Kid, what's going on? Why don't you say something?" Finally, Han Zhaozhao became a little impatient.

Since the child didn't want to pay attention to her, Han Zhaozhao didn't want to put herself in trouble and make herself uncomfortable.

Oh! She wanted to do good deeds every day, but it seems that she is not friendly enough. The children don’t believe that she is a good person. So, she failed!

She still had things to do, and she hadn't copied the price list yet! Han Zhaozhao turned around and continued to pester the good-tempered uncle.

Humph, if you ignore me, who cares! I won't pay attention to you either!

Han Zhaozhao walked in front, and the child followed behind. Wherever she walked, the child followed.

"Don't follow me, go home! Look at you, you are covered in mud. Someone who doesn't know would think I hit you.

I have things to do, you're just getting in the way, don't blame me if you fall down again!"

Han Zhaozhao was annoyed. What was wrong with this kid? Why did he rely on her?

The child was thin, about five or six years old. Looking at what he was wearing, although it was not made of good material, it was clean and tidy without a patch. Logically speaking, he didn't look like a hungry beggar.

It was so confusing that Han Zhaozhao couldn’t figure out what was going on no matter how hard he tried.

If you don't understand, don't think about it. Anyway, you don't know her. If you want to follow her, just follow her. This purchasing station is not hers. It's a public place, anyone can enter, you can say whatever you want, as long as it doesn't interfere with her work.

Han Zhaozhao cheered up, followed the uncle into the office, and put on a sweet smile, "Uncle, can you please help me look at the price list? There are too many types, I want to copy it back."

"Can you write? Why are you copying it back? It's not that I won't help you. I'm just responsible for weighing and moving goods. I can't recognize all these characters.

If you want to copy it back, you have to find a way yourself. I'm the only one on duty today, so I really can't take care of you."

Han Zhaozhao wanted to say: I can copy!

But after thinking about it again, she backed off again. The staff couldn't even recognize all the characters, and you, a child, said you could copy them. Isn't this a joke?

This is not the literacy table used by first graders in later generations, which consists of simple characters with three or five strokes.

Many of the names of Chinese medicinal materials are uncommon characters that are not commonly used, not to mention that we are still using traditional Chinese characters.

If she dared to say that she could copy, people would definitely think she was bragging and dishonest.

Han Zhaozhao was stunned at first, and then became dejected!

She is illiterate! She can't forget!

Just as Han Zhaozhao was awkwardly digging the ground with her little feet, the little boy behind her reached out his muddy little hand, grabbed her sleeve, and turned away.

"Hey, what are you doing? Where are you taking me? I have something else to do. I don't have time to play with you."

Although she shouted, Han Zhaozhao did not dare to struggle too hard. She was afraid of pushing the child down. If she did that, mud would really fall into her crotch, which would be shit at best.

Others will definitely think that she is bullying someone else's child.

The child still didn't say a word, but never let go of the hand that was holding her sleeve, and directly pulled her into the backyard of the recycling station.

Han Zhaozhao suddenly became excited. Could it be that a plot from the novel had happened again, that the kid she just met was the child of some big boss, and would be able to give her a backdoor to sell medicinal herbs in the future?

But she didn't guess the beginning or the end. The child's parent was just an old pharmacist at the purchasing station of the herbal medicine company.

Han Zhaozhao followed the child into the tall warehouse in the backyard and saw an elderly man in his sixties looking through and checking the medicinal materials in the warehouse.

On the other side of the warehouse, there were many tools for preparing medicinal materials, several sacks were piled on the ground, and medicinal materials were being sliced ​​and ground in bamboo baskets and bamboo plates.

The old man was very surprised to see that his grandson had brought a child back. Only then did Han Zhaozhao know that the child's name was Bai Zhu. Because he had an accident when he was a child, he never spoke a word to outsiders since then.

When the father and son are together, they talk less and less. This is not a physical problem, but a psychological problem.

Han Zhaozhao immediately understood. Was this what later generations would call autism or autism? Or was it post-traumatic stress disorder?

But he dares to contact me, so it shouldn’t be that serious. Maybe he just has social phobia?

Han Zhaozhao didn't quite understand this symptom. She had only seen similar situations on TV and on the Internet. In real life, she had never encountered such a person around her.

It can be seen that his grandson is willing to take the initiative to contact people. The old man was very happy. Knowing that Han Zhaozhao wanted to know the purchase price of Chinese medicinal materials, he specially copied a copy for her.

Han Zhaozhao is sweet-talking and good at chatting. She asked in circles where she could get ginseng seeds, saying that her relatives in her hometown in Northeast China wanted to grow ginseng in the old forest.

Grandpa Bai liked her very much. Before she left, he not only gave her a handwritten manual of commonly used Chinese herbal medicines in the north, but also gave her a dozen seeds of ginseng, polygonatum, and panax notoginseng.

"These seeds should still be able to germinate, but they may not grow big. The soil and temperature in our capital are not suitable for their growth.

This is what I kept to plant for Atractylodes macrocephala to use as a medicinal herb.

Your relative wants to grow some medicine, so I'll try to ask a drug dealer in the Northeast to bring some over.

However, it is difficult to collect wild ginseng, but artificially cultivated forest ginseng should be easy to get.

Next time you come, come and look around, and if you find one, I’ll keep it for you.”

Han Zhaozhao thanked him profusely. Although she didn't know why Mr. Bai was so good to her, she had also thought about it and realized that she was just a child and there was nothing anyone could gain from her.