Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

That night, Han Zhaozhao returned to her room and planted castor beans. The seeds were plump and shiny, and the surface was covered with beautiful patterns like theatrical masks. They were very beautiful!

She planted castor oil on two acres of land, winter melon on two mu of land, and watermelon on half an acre of land.

Although the old lady had cheated her out of her money, the seeds she sold her were full and plump. There was no need to grow seedlings separately. She could plant them directly in the field, and the germination rate should be good.

Han Zhaozhao inspected her territory. The new branches of the fruit trees were already half an arm long, and some varieties had even sprouted flower and fruit buds.

The first batch of corn planted was half a person's height, and the millet and rice seedlings were knee-high.

The sweet potato vines covered the ground, and the strawberry seedlings grew taller and stronger. Some even grew trembling linear creeping vines. The small white flower buds hid under the leaves, and were about to shyly pop out.

The corn, sorghum, millet, rice, and wheat that were planted the second time all sprouted, and some even grew to a foot high.

Cabbage, radish, celery, leek, green onion and other small green vegetables are sown quite densely, and now they can cover the ground. It is time to thin out and transplant them.

Cucumbers, loofahs, tomatoes, beans and other climbing vegetables already have four or five true leaves. In a few days they will begin to sway, so it's time to put up racks for them.

Han Zhaozhao was thinning out the seedlings in the cabbage field while muttering, "I have traveled through time, but why haven't I upgraded my own space? What's the point of using consciousness to plant crops and one-click harvesting? I want to try it too!"

My body has been transformed into that of a child, and I still have to work hard on the farm. I might be the most miserable heroine on Tomato Novel Network!"

After thinning the cabbage seedlings, they are all put into large baskets and transplanted to another vegetable field. Within a day, the seedlings will continue to grow, and in more than a month, they will grow into solid cabbages.

After planting the cabbages, it was already late, so I didn't have to squat in horse stance tonight. Just half-squatting for more than two hours to transplant the cabbages was enough to replace half an hour of squatting in horse stance.

After taking a shower, he practiced yoga for a while, and then meditated for half an hour. Then Han Zhaozhao left the space, got into bed, pulled the quilt over his head and fell asleep.

The next day, after two days of drying, the land was old enough to carry people. Han Zhaozhao sent his grandmother away, packed up his tools, locked the gate, and pushed the cart back up the mountain.

This time she didn't take a detour, but took the nearest path directly to the valley she had visited last time.

At the foot of the mountain, she put away the cart, walked into the yellow grass that was as tall as a person, and walked along the hillside beside the ditch into the depths of the valley.

Along the way, Han Zhaozhao discovered many wild medicinal herbs. The best ones to dig out were Salvia miltiorrhiza, Bupleurum chinense, and Stemona bulbifera and Polygala tenuifolia that he had discovered last time.

As she walked and dug, she found that the soil was soft after the rain, and the herbs were much easier to dig than last time! Her efficiency was much higher than last time, and correspondingly, her harvest today was more than three times more than last time.

In the morning, she collected medicinal herbs, and in the afternoon, Han Zhaozhao began to chop wood. While chopping wood, she kept collecting the straight branches that were of a suitable height for building a frame, and she put them into the space when she had enough.

Firewood on the hillside fell down piece by piece. Han Zhaozhao did not even spare the jujube trees this time, especially those suitable for making baskets and earthen baskets, which she basically cut down all.

Han Zhaozhao became more and more excited as she did it. She felt that her strength had increased a lot!

At this point, I believe it should be no problem for her to carry a 200-jin sack.

Han Zhaozhao was chopping wood, but her eyes were never idle. Whenever she found a cave, she would dig it out.

But the reality disappointed her!

She dug three holes in a row, but they were all empty!

Not to mention the badger, she didn't even catch a cute little rabbit.

"Shit! There are clearly signs of animals living there, but where's the meat? Where did it all go?

How come they escaped from prison en masse after only a few days? "

Han Zhaozhao climbed out of the two-meter-deep hole dejectedly, with a look of disappointment on his face.

"It seems that just running around the mountain digging holes won't work. We have to find a way to make the meatballs fall into the trap!"

Digging the hole was too tiring. She dug three or four cubic meters of earth. If she hadn't had the space to help move the earth, she would have been exhausted to death from digging so much earth!

At five o'clock in the afternoon, Han Zhaozhao spread the firewood on the hillside out to dry, tied up three bundles of still damp firewood, carried the medicinal herbs in the basket on his back and went down the mountain.

When pushing the cart past the East City Gate, she subconsciously looked around at the people around her.

She suspected that she had a conflict with the East City Gate, otherwise she would encounter bad guys here almost every time.

Fortunately, she didn't see any suspicious people this time, and Han Zhaozhao returned home safely.

In the evening, Han Zhaozhao fried celery with tofu skin and steamed sweet potatoes and steamed cornbread. As soon as her grandmother got off work, the two of them started eating early.

After dinner, the two pushed a cart and went to the "haunted house" not far from the small market in the cover of night.

Grandma Han kept whispering to her granddaughter along the way: "Zhao Zhao, please never take off the red belt I tied around your waist.

Don’t underestimate it because it’s just a thin strip of cloth. It’s a bright red cloth that can ward off evil spirits. It’s most effective for you children to tie it on when you go out at night.”

"Grandma, I got it!"

"Zhao Zhao, don't take it lightly. When you were a child, I asked a fortune teller to tell you that your horoscope was weak, so you must tie something red when you go out at night.

Tomorrow I will go to the drugstore to buy some cinnabar, and then ask your grandmother Wang for two peach pits, and sew a red cloth sachet to put them in and tie it around your neck. That will be more effective in warding off evil spirits!"

Han Zhaozhao: Oh my god! Is it that serious? Her grandmother's feudal superstition is really serious!

If this happened in the 1960s, if one wasn't careful, wouldn't one be reported and paraded through the streets with a sign on it?

"Grandma, the government doesn't allow the spread of feudal superstitions. It's okay to say this at home, but you'd better be careful when you are outside!

If someone reports it, I will be criticized by my superiors.”

The old lady waved her hand and said indifferently: "Is this also considered feudal superstition? Don't scare me. Just go out and ask, how many families don't believe it?

These are all customs passed down from our ancestors! If this is also considered feudal superstition, then no one can survive!

From the moment a child is born, whether it's the third-day bath, the full moon, or the one-year-old celebration, every single thing is inseparable from "feudal superstition".

From the beginning of childhood, to schooling, engagement, marriage, and even death, everything is full of "feudal superstition"! "

Han Zhaozhao couldn't help but nod secretly. What grandma said made a lot of sense.

For thousands of years, in the daily lives of ordinary people, who can really distinguish between customs and feudal superstitions?

I can’t tell the difference, I really can’t tell the difference!

It is precisely because of this that society became even more chaotic a dozen years later. There are policies from above and countermeasures from below. The policies change every now and then, and ordinary people are trembling with fear, not knowing how to live.

For the same thing, if the local management is lax, then there will be no problem and you can just deal with it as usual.

If you are unlucky and encounter strict local management, it will be terrible. Just like Yue Fei was persecuted, you will suffer the same fate.

Han Zhaozhao can't control others, nor does he have the ability to do so, but for grandma, he must remind her to be on guard at all times.

"Grandma, we don't care what others do, but we are the relatives of military martyrs. We must be careful in what we say and do. We must not let others catch us and make us a negative example.

My mother won't be able to rest in peace, and my father will have made such a huge sacrifice in vain!"

After hearing what her granddaughter said, Grandma Han was speechless for a long time. Yes, her family is different from other families, her family is the family of military martyrs!

It seems that I have to think twice and be cautious before speaking or doing anything in the future!