Affection for Sidaogou during the Famine

While making the cotton snow-white and soft, it also makes an extremely pleasant "clang, clang, clang, clang, clang, clang" sound, like playing a beautiful piece of music, which makes children surprised and fascinated.

When autumn comes, Xiao Sanzi and his friends’ favorite thing to do is to go to other people’s homes and watch them do the cotton-flossing when they hear the sounds of cotton-flossing.

If this job is given to them, they will definitely be happy to do it, and they will quickly call back the cotton-fluffing craftsmen, which will also make it convenient for them to watch the fun nearby.

"Okay, tell Xiao Sanzi and the others tomorrow to finish fluffing the cotton as soon as possible, and get all the quilts and cotton clothes out before I go to work.

When the work starts, there is no time to do it during the day, and turning on the lights at night wastes electricity. It is better to try to get the needlework done in advance.

Huh? Zhaozhao, why did you dig out all these carpentry tools?

You sharpened them! Oh my god, do you know how to sharpen them? These tools are very sharp, aren't you afraid of cutting your hands?

Child, I find that you are too bold now, just like your father, timid and timid. If adults are not paying attention, you will do something big.

Hurry up, put everything away, be careful! Hey, my little ancestor, stop moving, do you still want to put the plane away?

Look at what you can do! Put it down, put it down quickly, I'll do it!"

Han Zhaozhao was holding the planer blade and was about to put it back together when she was startled by her grandmother's screaming, and accidentally got her left index finger scratched by the blade.

The blood spurted out immediately. "Grandma, look, why are you making such a fuss? I've already been rubbed, and I'm not hurt at all. But you scared me so much that my skin was scratched!"

Han Zhaozhao clenched his bleeding fingers tightly with his other hand and said to his grandmother.

"Oh my god, look at all the stuff you've put on the floor, it's so shiny it's scary.

Why are you grinding them? They are so dangerous, and not something a little kid like you should be touching.

Come on, show me where you got cut, how deep is it? Oh my god, why is there so much blood?

Come on, wash it with clean water first, I'll go back to the house and find you a piece of cloth to wrap it up. If it doesn't work, tear off some matchbox leather to stick it on, that will stop the bleeding quickly.

I told you that children shouldn't use knives, and you got hurt, didn't you? You didn't listen to the old man, and you suffered the consequences. I told you not to listen!"

The old lady didn't even bother to pack up her tools and hurriedly went into the house to look for her needlework.

There were needles and thread, old patches and scraps of cloth, shoe patterns, flower patterns, buttons, elastic bands... and other miscellaneous things that she had saved. In the old lady's words, these were all indispensable for daily life.

Needlework basket

Generally, if someone in the family is injured but it is not too serious, they will not go to the hospital and spend money to see a doctor. Instead, they will wrap the injury with a clean cloth strip and a few rounds of sewing cotton thread, and it will be considered healed once the bleeding stops.

Wait until the wound stops bleeding, wash the cloth strips and save them for making a vest next time. Ordinary people cannot afford to waste even a single piece of cloth in their daily lives.

If the wound is a little bigger and the parents take it seriously, they can tear some red phosphorus paper from the side of the match box used to strike matches and stick it on the wound. It is said to stop bleeding and reduce inflammation, but the match box will not be very useful and it is a rather wasteful move.

"Naomi, that's not necessary. It's just a small cut. The bleeding will stop if you squeeze it for a while." Han Zhaozhao quickly called her naomi.

She has a physique that heals easily. If the old lady walked slower, her wounds would have healed quickly. She didn't want to waste the matchboxes at home.

The old lady was worried, so she insisted on taking off a piece of matchbox paper the size of her fingernail, and then tore a two-centimeter-wide clean strip of cloth from an old patched cloth and wrapped it around her granddaughter.

Han Zhaozhao stretched out her palm and looked at her fingers which had become two circles thicker due to her breast milk, feeling neither amused nor helpless.

"Grandma, you see there's no bleeding anymore, why are you still wrapping it up? It's so awkward to work like this!"

"What do you know? Wrap it up and it will heal quickly. You can take it off tomorrow! If you don't wrap it up, you will touch the wound with your clumsy hands and feet, and it will not heal easily. What if it bleeds again?

You're just a little guy, and you don't have much blood in your body. If you lose too much blood, even eating several eggs won't bring it back!

Be obedient, don't open it today, sleep on it and open it tomorrow, remember!"

Han Zhaozhao stretched out his palm and agreed helplessly: "Got it! Grandma, what should we do next?"

"What can I do? Aren't you going to move into the west room to sleep? Have you packed up the closet?"

"No, the closet is locked. Don't you have the key?" Han Zhaozhao thought, the closet contains valuable items in the house, and it is not something a little kid like her can touch.

"Oh, that's right! Look at my brain, it's getting worse and worse. I keep forgetting things lately. As a person, you have to accept your age!

Come, Zhaozhao, come in with grandma and see what your parents left for you."

Han Zhao deftly put all the tools on the steps at the door into the wooden box, "Hey, I didn't expect that you are so good at sharpening knives despite your young age!

You have made these things very sharp. It is just right that after lunch, I will repair the cart and go outside the city to chop firewood tomorrow."

Han Zhaozhao pointed at the kang mat standing on the wall and said, "Grandma, I brushed the kang mat. It should be dry now. You can roll it up and spread it in the house!"

"You've done a lot of work in just a short while! Zhaozhao, this kang mat is made of sorghum straw, and it can't be soaked in water. If it's soaked in water, it will easily rot and go bad quickly."

"Grandma, I understand. I didn't sprinkle water on the kang mat. I just wiped it twice with a wet rag. It dried up in the wind. Grandma, there is a layer of dirt on our kang, which contains many small insects. It's so dirty!

Sorghum Straw Kang Mat

Isn't it said that cement doesn't produce dust? Let's find someone to apply a layer of cement tomorrow!"

Han Zhao was very surprised. "Who told you that cement can be used? You little girl, you usually look quiet, but you must have heard a lot of things with your ears!"

Han Zhaozhao: She is young, but not stupid!

"My dad said that when we built a water tank last time, didn't we use cement and sand?"

The grandparents spread the kang mat on the kang. Han Zhao looked at the wheat straw mixed with the yellow mud that had already appeared on the kang surface and said, "We need to re-smear the kang surface, otherwise the yellow mud will become thinner and thinner, and smoke will soon leak out."

The old lady thought that she had to find an opportunity to get some cement and sand home to smear the kang.

Han Zhao pulled out a bunch of keys from his waistband, found the old-fashioned brass key to the wardrobe, inserted it into the keyhole, and pushed it. With a "click", the brass lock opened.

Han Zhaozhao's eyes lit up. Interesting! She just didn't know if this antique copper lock could be opened without a key. She remembered that there was a master key in the space. It was a waste!

The old lady didn't notice her granddaughter's glittering eyes, and kept saying, "This cabinet was your mother's dowry. It's made of old camphor wood, so it won't attract bugs when you put clothes in it. I'll give it to you to use in the future, so you have to take good care of it.

Good furniture, if used carefully, can be passed down for generations! The carpenter your grandpa hired was also a good hand. Look, they are all mortise and tenon joints, so solid!

It's a pity that your grandfather died early, and our Han family's craftsmanship was not passed down. Only a set of carpenter tools was left. I don't know if those big tools from my hometown are still available?"

There weren't many things in the wardrobe, just two military coats that were 70% new, a brand new satin cotton coat with dark patterns in red on top and green on the bottom, three old military uniforms, three old shirts, six pairs of old trousers, and two white shirts with small patterns in them that were 90% new.

"This is your parents' coat. Look how torn it is. They gave their new ones to their comrades. I have never seen them wearing them.

Wow! This cotton-padded jacket is so nice, and it’s made of silk! It should be your mother’s dowry. She was sensible enough not to give away the cotton-padded jacket she wore when she got married!”

PS: Parents who provide us with food and clothing, please feed me!

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