During the years of starvation, we looked everywhere for food. Some dig thatch roots, some go to the cabbage field to pick up cabbage leaves, and some dig rat holes.

Thatch root is a kind of grass root, this grass is like a thin shoelace, small knots and small knots, and the taste is sweet. The leaves of the grass roots are hard, long and pointed, and no one eats them.

At the beginning, I was starving, and I didn't have the strength, so I had to dig three catties and four catties of grass roots, and it took a morning. Go home and wash it, chop it with a knife, grind it, mix it with some noodles, and then put it in a pot to steam, it's a good meal.

In the future, they all eat grass roots, and the more they plan, the less they plan.

Later, I couldn't plan.

In winter, I went to the cabbage field to pick up cabbage leaves, and everyone picked them up, but they couldn't pick anything. Once, I walked from one end of the ground to the other and picked up six pieces of dried cabbage. The dried cabbage is really white, and it is all half-pulled (note: incomplete), and it is as dry as a piece of paper.

I went to the pepper field again, I wanted to pick up some pepper leaves, where are the leaves? The whole field was bare, and I picked up four small peppers in the field, all of which were white.

I thought: I'm lucky, why doesn't anyone want this chili? When I went home and opened it, the peppers were all rotten, some with black hairs and some with white hairs. I didn't want to throw it away, wash it, chop it, and put it in the dishes to eat.

The cabbage leaves were picked up, soaked first, then washed, chopped, boiled in salted water, mixed with chili powder, this was a good meal for me and my son.

In the spring, when there was no way out of hunger, some people went to dig rat holes in the fields. Some are busy all morning and can't dig anything; It happened to be dug up, and three or four catties of grain could be dug out of a rat hole, and there were a little less. Such grain, go home and soak it in water, wash it again, wash it and dry it, put it on the ground to make noodles, and eat it with vegetables.

There was nothing to eat, and the villagers began to pick elm bark. Knowing that this elm tree had no bark and would die, he was reluctant to peel it, and others stole it.

When I got there, the elm tree could eat from root to tip and skin. At that time, elm bark was delicious, and it was slippery and sticky in the mouth. The elm tree in my hometown is like a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl, straight and sleek, and very tall.

In 1960, I came to Heilongjiang, where the elm trees were crooked and dry, like an eighty-year-old lady. I thought that the elm bark had been stripped away, and the elm tree in my hometown would become extinct. When I went back to my hometown in 1963, it wasn't what I thought, and the little elm tree grew again.

In the spring of 1959, my uncle also went to dig a mouse hole in the field.

One day, he saw a big hole, and he thought there must be a big rat here. I dug very deep, and I didn't dig out a pound of grain, but I dug out a bunch of dumplings, black, white, and mung bean noodles, and there were four or five catties in total.

I heard that my uncle dug up dumplings, and the neighbors came to see them.

A neighbor said, "This black-flour dumpling belongs to my family." During the Chinese New Year, my family's white noodles were not enough to eat, so I mixed a little black noodles, wrapped in cabbage filling, and no meat. ”

My uncle used chopsticks to open the dumplings, and the inside was really filled with cabbage.

The neighbor said: "On the first day of the Lunar New Year, the pot was boiled, and I put the dumplings in the pot and fished them with a fence, but none of them came out." ”

Another neighbor said, "This mung bean noodle dumpling belongs to my family." My eldest daughter knew that I couldn't afford to eat dumplings during the Chinese New Year, so she sent me more than two catties of mung bean noodles and two spicy radish. I wrapped a spicy radish, I didn't put any oil, and my oil jar has been dry for ten months. On the evening of the Chinese New Year's Eve, I wrapped the dumplings, and wanted to cook the dumplings on the first day of the new year, but there was not a single dumpling on the curtain. ”

My uncle asked these two families to take the dumplings away, but no one took them.

The dumplings were rancid, some were rotten, and my uncle's family ate them. As long as it's food, everything is a good thing, and if you don't eat it, you'll be hungry.

Everyone said that my uncle was not digging a mouse hole, but a weasel hole, and only weasels had this ability.