Take Arada back to the past

Chapter 328: This kind of person will be a disaster in the future

"Hey, Xiaole, tell me, are those wild eggs of yours really raised?"

Feng Aijun was still thinking about the eggs, so he came over and asked him in a low voice.

Yang Xiaole looked around, smiled and nodded: "Yes!"

"Where were you raised?"

"How can I tell you this! It's too late to hide in the capital! If someone sees it, they can't steal it for me! Even if they don't steal it, they have to cut off my tail."

Yang Xiaole lay there and said with a smile.

These words made Feng Aijun feel itchy in his heart.

After struggling for a while, I asked him, "Can you get me two females?"

"Where can I keep them?"

Yang Xiaole smiled nonchalantly, "You are not allowed to raise anything now, and you don't have food to raise it."

Otherwise, he would stop talking nonsense.

Feng Aijun chuckled: "Don't worry about it! Get me two."

"Then you might as well go find a pigeon breeder!"

The ethereal pigeon whistle sound is a feature of Lao BJ Sky.

Even now when the tail is resting, there are still some people raising pigeons, although the number has decreased a lot due to food, and many of them are eaten.

These people are very popular during this period!

Because pigeons can lay eggs!

Feng Aijun clicked his tongue: "I don't know anyone who raises pigeons. Even if I did, they wouldn't give it to me! They're all staring at it now. It's a lot of money."

It's not like Pigeon and the others haven't made up their minds.

Yang Xiaole thought about it for a while and finally agreed: "Okay! I'll get you two, what will you give in exchange?"

Anyway, the origin of pheasant is easy to explain.

These words made Feng Aijun confused for a while.

There's nothing you can change!

He said dejectedly: "I have nothing to change. You said it would be great if there was a place where I could raise many chickens, so that I could eat eggs every day."

Yang Xiaole chuckled: "The premise is that you can find a place!"

While everyone was chatting, it was time for afternoon training, and Han Jingxuan came in from outside.

Everyone thought they were going to gather.

They all looked up.

Old Han looked around and asked, "Is everyone here?"

After reading it, he nodded: "Let me convey the spiritual instructions from above."

As he spoke, he took out the newspaper in his hand, looked at the audience and continued to smile: "Today, let's not talk about anything else. Let's talk about the food substitutes that we all know. I believe many students in the class are familiar with this. Bar?"

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and they all nodded.

No matter how well-off the family is, family members save food rations for them, but they still know about food substitutes.

Seeing everyone nodding, Han Jingxuan continued: "Today, the daily newspaper published several editorials "All the people take action, all the people take action, develop agriculture in a big way, and develop food in a big way" and "Let wild plants participate in the construction of socialism"."

Looking at the confused people, Han Jingxuan continued to speak.

"Everyone is worried about food now, right?"

"But don't panic, everyone. The organization is also solving this problem as soon as possible. Recently, there have been some breakthroughs. I guess some of you have already seen it at home..."

Then I read the newspaper there.

It mentioned the article "Comprehensive Utilization, Endless Potential" published by the Daily Daily in July. 》

According to experiments in Hechi County, Guangzhou, one hundred pounds of wheat straw can be made into sixty or seventy pounds of wet starch; this starch is mixed with some flour and rice flour and can be made into steamed buns, flower rolls, pancakes and noodles, with the same quality as those made from flour.

For another example, tapioca starch from the South can be used to make various snacks and is no worse than flour.

For another example, He N described the people's use of corn husks to make food substitutes as "the people's commune brings many happy events" and compiled a song: "A big run brings many happy events. Corn husks make high-quality steamed buns, which are not only sweet but also delicious. The nutritional value is really good.”

For another example, the chlorella that was heavily promoted before is not only a good concentrated feed, but now also has high edible value.

For example, some places use chlorella to trial-produce cakes, breads, candies, dishes, algae porridge, algae sauce and other foods, which are fragrant and delicious; some people use chlorella powder to feed babies, and the effect is comparable to that of milk powder.

Everyone listened with great interest. It turned out that everyone usually wasted the straw used for burning or making feed.

There are so many good things in there!

There are a lot of straws and corn husks!

Even the previously advertised feed chlorella is so good.

Why worry about not having anything to eat?

And eating these is also very nutritious.

After all, China has been passed down for five thousand years, and many wild vegetables are edible.

Moreover, due to geographical issues, various places cannot spread it on a large scale. For example, in Yuqian, many people do not know that this stuff can be eaten.

It’s not surprising to suddenly find an edible species.

After Yang Xiaole listened, looking at everyone's expressions, he knew that this was officially the food substitute on the table.

It does not mention that substitute food is the product of "surviving famine", but regards substitute food as the "comprehensive utilization" of agricultural products and "the people's new invention", etc.

Maybe think from another angle.

These special food substitutes do more to mentally alleviate people's fear of hunger than they do to fill their bellies.

After reading the newspaper for a long time, Han Jingxuan said: "A notice was issued above, "Emergency Notice on Immediately Launching a Large-Scale Collection and Manufacturing of Food Alternatives Movement". Leading groups for food substitutes at all levels will be established to direct as a As part of the people, we have an obligation to actively participate in it.”

Everyone was confused for a while.

How to participate?

Is it eating?

It’s not like I haven’t eaten it before.

When Han Jingxuan saw that he was almost done with popular science, he smiled and said:

"First, each unit, depending on the situation, will carry out a "small autumn harvest" campaign and go up the mountain to collect wild plant resources."

"Second, the school will set up a food substitute group to carry out a campaign to raise chlorella with the school as a unit and each class as a small unit."

The people below saw this and started talking a lot.

Growing chlorella, everyone still doesn’t know how to do it.

But they were very interested in "Little Autumn Harvest". After all, they lived in the city, even though there was a park on a hill nearby.

But there is still no chance to go up the mountain to collect things.

Even if they have done it occasionally before, it cannot extinguish their interest.

Han Jingxuan looked at the people below and smiled: "The small autumn harvest is not about harvesting grain, but digging wild vegetables in the mountains. The commune will go into the mountains to harvest after the autumn harvest. We students will take turns to go there at that time. . This period of time may pass, and then if there is anyone who knows wild vegetables, they must help others."

"As for chlorella, let's see how to raise it then! Yang Xiaole, you will be responsible for organizing it then."

After finishing speaking, he paused and looked at everyone: "Okay, let's go to training!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone swarmed out and rushed towards the playground.

In the afternoon, it was still the same old military stance and the painful basic formation movements.

No thorns this time.

The afternoon passed peacefully.

After school, he rode his bike straight to his home.

"Hey, Xiaole!"

After walking a few steps, he heard someone calling him from behind.

Yang Xiaole looked back and saw that it was Hua Yourong calling him on the bicycle.

Stopped and waited.

"what happened?"

Seeing her coming, he asked curiously.

"Oh, Grandpa Suo asked you to go to his house when you have time."

"Oh, Master is looking for me? Why?"

"I didn't say it! That's what I said."

Yang Xiaole nodded when he heard this: "Okay, I'll go there now. Let's go together."

Hua Yourong responded with a smile, and the two of them rode together.

While walking on the road, Yang Xiaole thought of something and asked her, "By the way, how are you in the class? No one treats you differently, right?" Hua Yourong smiled and shook his head: "No! It's okay in the class. Yeah! Most of the classmates are still very kind."

"That's good."

After all, it's not that time yet, and the Hua family is not the kind of top-notch rich people.

What most people hate are those extremely wealthy profiteers.

It is mainly concentrated on those workers who have been oppressed, or in other words, pure military families like Wang Rong, who are more disgusted with these people.

Others are relatively acceptable.

The car was driving in a narrow alley.

"Sorry, let me."

"Crench!"

Yang Xiaole saw someone blocking the road in front of him and shouted to the person, but the person deliberately swayed from side to side.

It looks like hiding from a car.

But it made the two of them dare not move forward while riding their bikes.

What should I do if I hit someone?

I could only stop.

Seeing the other three people turning their heads, Yang Xiaole frowned: "Can't you hear someone shouting from behind?"

If the other party panics when he really wants to give up the car, forget it.

He's not blind and can't see it.

Naturally, he doesn't speak very nicely.

But when I saw the other person's face, I instantly understood what was going on.

He glanced at Hua Yourong next to him.

Song Qiaoqiao.

A girl who looks pretty but also very stubborn.

Song Qiaoqiao seemed to have just reacted at this moment, turned around and said angrily: "I'm walking in front, how can I see behind you!"

He looked at the two people and then curled his lips: "It's great to have a bicycle! The alley is so narrow, can't you push it out and ride a bicycle? Even if you don't hit us, what if you hit other people?"

Her words attracted everyone's attention.

Many people had strange looks in their eyes.

Just as Hua Yourong was about to speak, Yang Xiaole waved his hand.

"Song Qiaoqiao, right?"

This woman is really good at pretending not to know her, and also arousing the resonance of others.

After all, most students do not own bicycles.

These days, even the children of cadres and junior high school students rarely have bicycles.

Song Qiaoqiao was surprised when she heard his name called out. Although Hua Yourong knew her, she had never seen the person in front of her before!

Then he glanced at Hua Yourong, and the one he subconsciously told him was Hua Yourong.

"It's me, what's wrong?"

"what happened?"

Yang Xiaole sneered, then smiled and said, "What did you say? Have you forgotten the last time you were caught throwing rocks at someone's glass?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!"

Song Qiaoqiao panicked for a while after hearing this.

Then I calmed down and thought about who the person in front of me was!

But it was dark at that time, there was only a little street light, and the light was very dim, so naturally she wouldn't recognize who it was.

"Am I talking nonsense? That day your brother..."

Yang Xiaole didn't like her either. After all, his thoughts came from later generations. He didn't look down on the capitalists at this time, nor did he look down on the poor.

But he just can't stand it if you attribute all the ups and downs you encounter to others.

It's simply unheard of.

Regardless of right or wrong, it all depends on people’s mentality.

It's like if you step on someone's foot on the side of the road, after a person apologizes, the other person will say it doesn't matter and the matter is over.

But there are always some people who will directly yell that they don’t have eyes!

These are similar words.

It always feels unpleasant. Whose fault is it?

And he also learned that Su Ling used to be very good to Song Qiaoqiao's mother.

But he was only halfway through his words when Hua Yourong stopped him.

"Xiao Le, forget it!"

Yang Xiaole looked at Hua Yourong, finally nodded, and left on his bike.

Hua Yourong glanced at Song Qiaoqiao and naturally followed him.

Song Qiaoqiao watched the two people leave and didn't dare to say anything else. After all, it was really not good for him to hit someone's glass with a rock that day.

However, she still muttered: "These are the capitalists who oppress the people."

After all, there were many people watching nearby, including some classmates.

……

Yang Xiaole was riding on the road and asked curiously: "Is she also in No. 8 Middle School?"

Hua Yourong nodded: "Yes, she is in Class 4."

Then he smiled and said, "I heard from my mother that you scared her away when she smashed the glass in our house that day. I was asleep at that time. If my mother hadn't told her, I wouldn't have known about it!"

"Why are you so afraid of him! If you shake things up with her, she won't have the shame to do this in the future."

"Forget it, this is not a glorious thing after all. If you say it in front of so many people, my mother will be embarrassed next time she sees Aunt Song."

Yang Xiaole shook his head when he saw this: "This kind of person will be a disaster in the future. He is too extreme in his heart."

"The trouble? Why? It's not that serious, right?"

Hua Yourong didn't understand.

Yang Xiaole didn't say anything after seeing this.

He couldn't tell others what would happen next: "Anyway, don't mess with this kind of person, but don't let him go either."

Such an extreme person will definitely become an activist in the future.

When the time comes, the Hua family will definitely be in bad luck, so there is no need to give in, because there is no way to escape.

Hua Yourong didn't quite understand.

The two of them rode towards home.

When they arrived at Suoye's gate, the two separated.

"Master, what's wrong? Do you miss your apprentice?"

After Yang Xiaole came in, he asked with a smile.

The old man was sitting in the main room, eating porridge. There were two cut salted duck eggs on the table.

Seeing him come in, the old man asked, "Do you want to eat?"

Seeing this, Yang Xiaole smiled and shook his head: "Forget it, I'm young and like to eat dry food. I can't eat the watery ones."

Suo Ye rolled his eyes when he heard this.

She looked at him and asked him: "If it's convenient, get me some food, and I'll give you money then!"

Hearing this, Yang Xiaole was stunned for a moment, and then asked curiously: "Giving it away? Or selling it?"

The old man's food rations never stopped.

There's no way there's not enough to eat.

Even if he gave it away, it wouldn't be a big problem as long as there weren't too many people, because he would get some as long as he found there weren't many people.

He never cared how much the old man ate.

The old man looked at him angrily when he heard this: "What's wrong? Give it away and sell it, and you still charge me a different price?"

(End of this chapter)