Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

The old lady cleaned the house, said hello to her granddaughter, and went out.

Han Zhaozhao knew that her grandmother must have gone out to the bathroom and visited the family to chat. This was the biggest change she could think of that this deworming campaign had brought to her family. Her grandmother had finally resumed her normal activities of visiting and chatting with the family!

It was not time to go to bed, and Han Zhaozhao did not dare to go back to the house and enter the space to farm.

What should she do? She had a lot of free time these days, and she had finished knitting the insoles her grandmother had knitted for her. On the surface, she didn't know how to make a cotton coat, so how could she just sit there and do nothing?

The key is that she has no interest in playing games. During this period, the topic of every family is about killing insects. She really doesn't like to visit her friends and play.

Well, to put it bluntly, it’s not that she doesn’t like playing games, but this period is the critical time for deworming, and she doesn’t want to come into contact with those unhygienic little brats!

Oh? Oh, by the way, she just boasted to her grandma that she would give her some fish to eat, but now she doesn’t even have the tools!

Han Zhaozhao immediately became interested and rushed into the warehouse and started looking for things.

"I remember there seemed to be a few bamboo poles at home! Even though they are dried out and old, they are tougher than wooden sticks!"

Han Zhaozhao turned the warehouse upside down and found not only a dozen long bamboo poles as thick as pig intestines, but also a handful of coarse hemp.

"Using hemp to make fishing line, I don't know if it will work for fishing?" Han Zhaozhao muttered.

I'll just use it this way for now. I don't know where to get fishing line. I don't think there's such a thing as nylon line in this era? !

There is no other way, a dead horse can only be used as a living one!

Han Zhaozhao pulled out a large strand of coarse linen from her breast, sprayed some saliva on it to moisten it, and then began to twist the wet linen into a thread.

I kept rubbing it for about six meters before I finally wound it up. I pulled it hard and felt that it should be usable, so I found a small stick and wrapped it around to make a simple reel.

Now she had the fishing rod and the fishing line, the only thing missing was the fishhook! As for the lead weight, it was not needed! She had not forgotten that she was a great angler!

Han Zhaozhao began to plot against her grandmother's sewing needle, but there was no other way. She had tried it in her previous life and found that the sewing needle was useless.

The rigidity is too light, and if the fish is a little bigger, it will be easily straightened and escape.

The only suitable hook she had was the large needle used to sew shoe soles on the awl.

While her grandmother was not at home, Han Zhaozhao secretly took the needle awl from her grandmother's sewing basket, removed the handle, inserted the large needle into a piece of hard wood, found a kerosene lamp, lit it, and began to burn the needle.

When the needle turns red, use pliers to hold it and try to bend it slowly. This is a skillful job, it won't work if you do it too fast, too slow, or too cold.

The quality of the ocean needles at that time was not good, and they could easily break into two pieces if handled improperly.

After 20 minutes of fiddling with it, Han Zhaozhao finally made a satisfactory fish hook. She looked at the finished product and nodded. This fish hook was thick and big enough to catch a fish weighing more than ten kilograms.

Just as I tied the fish hook, her grandmother came in.

"Zhao Zhao, why did you take off your grandma's needle and awl? Hey, is this the fishhook you bent yourself?

Can I catch fish with such a big hook? Even if a fish bites the hook, it will easily tear its mouth. I have been working so hard for so long, I hope I don’t waste a big needle!

I was planning to finish putting the soles on my shoes tonight, but you've delayed my work.

Don’t forget to go to the supply and marketing cooperative tomorrow to buy me a big needle to put it back in. I’m still waiting to use it. Otherwise, when will this pair of shoes be finished? "

At night, after her grandmother fell asleep, Han Zhaozhao entered the space as usual. The newly bought sorghum, corn, wheat, millet, and rice had already been planted.

Ginseng, Polygonatum sibiricum and Panax notoginseng have also been bred into the breeding cup.

The first batch of corn and rice planted were already knee-high, and the plants were very strong. One could tell at a glance that there would be a good harvest.

The sweet potato vines have also come down the mountain. They are more than one meter long and can now be cut and transplanted.

The potatoes are also growing vigorously. The seedlings are as thick as fingers. In a few days, they will bud and bloom.

The beans have also grown taller and have already produced small flower buds. The sesame seeds are growing rapidly and there are obvious traces of flower buds in the leaf axils.

Han Zhaozhao was anxious, as the space urgently needed to collect bees!

But now she really didn't know where to get those little treasures? Maybe the Xu family should know where there are beekeepers, but she was afraid of exposing the space and didn't want to contact them again.

Han Zhaozhao squatted in horse stance, but her mind kept working. The flowering season cannot wait for anyone! It seems that if it really doesn't work, as soon as the sky clears up, she will have to go up the mountain to find a wild beehive and store it in the space to deal with it first.

When she has the chance to meet domestic bees in the future, she will replace them. At this stage, she cannot think about harvesting honey. The most urgent task is to solve the problem of plant pollination.

As he lay in bed and fell asleep, Han Zhaozhao was still thinking, wondering if the police officers at the police station had caught all the human traffickers, found their lair, rescued a few children, and rescued the little donkey...

Han Zhaozhao was too tired and gradually felt sleepy. It was time to go meet Zhou Gong!

The next day, the rain that Han Zhaozhao had been praying for stopped and the sky finally cleared up.

However, it is still not possible to go up the mountain because the ground is soaked and it is easy to sink into the ground. If you want to go to the mountain to look for bees, you have to wait at least two sunny days.

There is no way, even if you are impatient!

Han Zhaozhao had no choice but to follow Grandpa Guan again and go to Beihai Park to fish, carrying his homemade fishing rod.

Grandpa Guan rode his broken bicycle, and Han Zhaozhao sat on the back seat carrying two fishing rods, and they went through the streets and alleys to Beihai Park.

Han Zhaozhao guessed that Mr. Guan’s bicycle must be an antique from the Qing Dynasty.

Except for the bell, all the parts of the car made noises. The old man was quite happy to take Han Zhaozhao along with him as the bells jingled and squeaked.

Looking at Han Zhaozhao again, she was sitting on the hard and jarring back seat, grimacing in pain from the pain in her butt!

She really hated the road conditions at this time!

When walking through the alleys and on the cobblestone roads, you hear "clang, clang! clang, clang!" When walking on the main streets and on the construction sites, you hear "clang, clang, clang, clang!"

Her butt was almost broken into pieces along the way, and finally we arrived at Beihai Park.

The road to the park was not long, but Han Zhaozhao felt like she had walked for a lifetime! She swore that she would never ride Grandpa Guan's antique bicycle again, even if she had to crawl. It was killing her!

After getting off the car, Han Zhaozhao could hardly walk. Oh my god, her butt is no longer hers!

At that time, Beihai Park was not yet as tightly surrounded as it is in later generations. There was not even a dog hole to sneak in.

The Beihai Park that appeared in front of Han Zhaozhao at this moment still had wooden fences around its walls. No one was in charge of it, and no one collected admission.

Moreover, few people go to parks these days, and those who do are young people dating.

They also have fixed times to come to the park, usually after get off work or at noon and in the evening.

Morning is the time for the elderly. There are still some elderly people from nearby who come to the park for morning exercises and walks.

Old Master Guan led Han Zhaozhao along the shore for a while, chose a spot, and asked her to set up a stool, ready to start fishing there.

"Zhao Zhao, go! Dig some earthworms from the wall to use as bait for Grandpa!"

"Hey, I'll go right away!" Han Zhaozhao took out a fire fork from the bucket and went straight to the wall to dig earthworms.

She is familiar with this job and has become very good at it following the old man in the past few days.

After a while, he brought back four earthworms with the paulownia leaves he had picked up and shared them with the old man, half each. Han Zhaozhao took the fishing rod and walked away from the old man, chose a spot, and prepared to cast the hook.