Stepmother

    Around twelve o'clock, when the two got off the boat, Mrs. Duan couldn't help complaining, "I would have never left if I had known."

    "If you don't go, the Jin family will really think that the Liu family is gone." Song Zhaodi said, "Uncle Liu doesn't know?"

    Sister Duan: "When Xiao Jin called me, Lao Liu had already gone to the camp. If I dared to call him, your Uncle Liu would definitely not allow me to go there." He kept saying, "I really don't know what Liu Ping thinks."

    "Your daughter, you don't know, I don't even know." Song Zhaodi looked up and saw the flowers and bones on a peach tree with a crooked neck on the side of the road, she couldn't help feeling, "In the blink of an eye, it's spring. Auntie, don't worry about Liu Wei, it's not too late to get married at the age of 30."

    Sister Duan: "Your Uncle Liu said the same thing. If you are married now, your daughter-in-law can't follow the army. Maybe you will get divorced in three or five months. But I'm almost sixty. I can also help him take care of the children. In the future, if we can't help, we have to take care of us as a couple."

     Don't worry about these things. Enjoy more while you can enjoy two years of happiness."

    Sister Duan waved her hand: "I've been busy all my life, so I can't be idle."

    "Then you help me put the soles of my shoes?" Song Zhaodi replied.

    Sister Duan didn't even think about it: "I'll come over in the afternoon."

    "Then I'll be waiting for you." Song Zhaodi looked at her home, but didn't call Dawa to come out to open the door, but threw the peach branches into the yard and went to the non-staple food factory.

    Song Zhaodi went to the non-staple food factory to buy a bunch of vegetables without a ticket, and asked the pork worker to borrow a basket before carrying the vegetables back.

    When Dawa saw Song Zhaodi buying so much food, she didn't shout about killing the big cock. However, he did not forget Song Zhaodi's promise to kill the rooster in February.

    Heaven does not make beauty.

    On the morning of February 2, it rained heavily. Looking at the rain, there was a rhythm that flooded Wengzhou Island.

    Song Zhaodi couldn't open her eyes when she saw the rain outside, but she was delighted, and deliberately asked Dawa, "Will you kill chickens today?"

    "I want to kill you." The eldest child is very angry, "Then I will kill myself before my dad comes back."

    Song Zhaodi gave him a shudder: "Have you written the homework I assigned?"

    "I haven't started writing yet." The big baby slumped on the chair, resting his head on his self-supporting legs, and put his feet on Zhengang's legs, "Mother, can you stop getting old when you are in class? In English, if I don't pay attention, I don't know what you're talking about."

    The primary school on the island is a five-year system, and the baby started middle school last fall. Song Zhaodi is an English teacher in the first and second grades of junior high school, who happens to teach big children, self-reliance and revitalization.

    Song Zhaodi glanced at him: "You don't pay attention in class, how dare you blame me? Zhong Dawa, I think your skin is itchy again."

    "We're not going abroad, why are we learning English." Dawa didn't understand.

    Song Zhaodi pointed to the photo in the center of the living room: "I have to ask Comrade Chairman, why do you need to test English in the college entrance examination."

    Dawa choked, he didn't know where the imperial capital was, how could he ask.

    "There is no college entrance examination now." Dawa muttered.

    Self-reliance bowed his head and reminded him: "Dad said that the college entrance examination will resume in the future. Let's study hard now, and when the country resumes the college entrance examination, we don't have to fight at night, we can go directly to register for the test."

    "But Dad doesn't know that it will take a few more years." Da Wa said, "If it takes another ten years, I have learned it now, and I will forget it after two years, and I will have to review it again in the future." She found that Song Zhaodi sat back on the chair and started to put the soles of her shoes, "Mother, stop for a while, let's talk. We really can't be soldiers on the island in the future?"

    Song Zhaodi: "We will discuss this issue when you are eighteen years old. It is a little early."

    "It's not too early for self-reliance." Da Wa grabbed herself and said, "He's fourteen years old, and there are still four years left."

    Song Zhaodi glanced at her self-reliance: "Four years is more than a thousand days, it's early. Zhong Dawa, if you're okay, teach Zhenxing and Zhengang to make noodles, and we'll make steamed buns at noon."

    "Do you steam the buns?" Dawa asked, "I will make the noodles when I steam the buns."

    Song Zhaodi: "No filling."

    "Sauerkraut, tofu, bamboo shoots and shiitake mushrooms." Da Wa said, "I used to like our steamed buns before Zhen Xing, but I only allowed him to take a bite, and he didn't taste anything. "He turned his head and asked the person sitting next to Regen, "Would you like to eat steamed buns?"

    Gengsheng glanced at him: "If you want to eat, say you want to eat, don't ask people to rejuvenate." After a pause, "When my brother and I first came, you told us what you wanted to eat. I want to eat. Now it's about revitalization. Big baby, you are really promising."

    "I am very promising. I will be more promising in the future." Dawa raised her arms and clenched her fists, "You can no longer call me Zhong Dawa, you have to call me General Zhong, Or Commander Zhong."

    Song Zhaodi was speechless and wanted to laugh, "Your father dare not say that, you are very promising. If you want to eat, go and make noodles. When the rain is light, I will go to the non-staple food factory to buy tofu. Don't be there. I talked to you, and my brain hurts because of you."

    "Mother, I won't quarrel with you." Erwa sat next to Song Zhaodi, "Mother, I'll help you make clothes tomorrow."

    Song Zhaodi stopped and rubbed her hands: "Have you cut the sack your dad bought for you?"

    "It's cut." Erwa said, "But there is no stitching."

    Song Zhaodi thought about it: "The sack does have to be sewn with hemp rope, and I will ask your father to make one for you. Who did it?"

    "Big brother." Erwa pointed to the older one.

    Song Zhaodi: "When you are finished sewing, I will tell you what to pay attention to. Now I tell you too much, and you may not understand."

    "Thank you mother." Erwa rolled her eyes, "Mother, I heard that there is a sewing machine, but it's amazing, how many sets of clothes can be made in a day."

    Song Zhaodi was quite surprised: "Who did you listen to?"

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    Song Zhaodi looked at the four children opposite, and the three children beside her: "It's time to buy one."

    In the evening, when Zhong Jianguo came home, during dinner, Song Zhaodi told Zhong Jianguo about the sewing machine.

    Zhong Jianguo went on to say that the day after he adopted Zhenxing and Zhengang, he asked someone to find out where to buy a sewing machine. Then he said, wait until the weather is fine to buy it.

    On the fourth day of the second month of the lunar calendar, on Monday, the weather was sunny, so Song Zhaodi had to go to school and forgot about the sewing machine.

    Around eleven o'clock, when Song Zhaodi returned home, she saw that the living room had changed. The two benches that were originally placed against the east and west walls were moved to the east. The dining table and chairs were placed under the porch, and there were some cardboard boxes in the living room... Song Zhaodi raised her feet and wanted to go in. After thinking about it, she stood at the door and shouted: "Zhong Jianguo, in where?"

    "On this side of the stairs." Zhong Jianguo's voice came from the room.

    Song Zhaodi hurried in and saw a sewing machine under the stairs on the west side, Zhong Jianguo was assembling, she couldn't help rubbing her eyes: "Really bought it?"

    "Yes." Zhong Jianguo smiled, "I didn't buy it. I asked someone to buy it. Just wait a moment, you can try it. If it doesn't work, I'll replace it tomorrow."

    Song Zhaodi threw the bag on the dining table and suddenly thought: "I can't use it."

    "It won't work?" Zhong Jianguo raised his head, "Are you kidding me?"

    Song Zhaodi nodded: "I really don't know how to use such an antique."

    "Then, what should I do then?" Zhong Jianguo said, "I don't know much."

    Song Zhaodi scratched her head: "How about I ask, wait, can your brother know?"

    "My brother?" Zhong Jianguo thought about it carefully, "Yes, the elder brother will, and the elder sister will also. Although they are no longer ordinary sewing workers, they used to make clothes for many years."

    Song Zhaodi: "Then I'll ask him in the afternoon. Zhenxing and Zhengang's clothes are a bit short. I plan to replace all the cloth tickets that Zhou Shufen kept with cloth, and make several more sets for the two children ."

    "The weather is warm now, and the clothes will not freeze if they are shorter." Zhong Jianguo said, "Don't worry, do it slowly. The days to come are still long, don't make yourself sick and tired. ."

    Song Zhaodi was very warm in her heart: "Zhong Jianguo, do you still have a daughter?"

    Zhong Jianguo sighed and said helplessly, "Don't be mad at me, okay?"

    "Is this mad at you?" Song Zhaodi asked with a smile, "Didn't you really like girls before? Sweet little padded jacket, no more?"

    Zhong Jianguo snorted: "It's hot, so I can't wear it anymore."

    Song Zhaodi almost laughed: "Will you go to the camp later?"

    "I won't go." Zhong Jianguo said, "I was busy looking at Lao Jiang's people a few days ago, and then it was about Ma Zhonghua and Zhou Shufen." After a pause, "What time did Political Commissar Zhang have? God told me, let me take a break, and if something happens, I will call Xiao Guo to pick me up. I won't go this afternoon. What do you want, I will help you. "

    Song Zhaodi: "Afternoon? Make clothes. I plan to kill those two roosters tomorrow. If they don't kill them again, it's time for the baby to make trouble again."

    "Go back and slaughter the hens raised by Zhou Shufen." Zhong Jianguo said, "Don't go back and get sick, infect a whole nest of chickens to death."

    Song Zhaodi: "When she is on May 7, I will take my two children to see her and discuss with her."

    "Do you really believe that there are ghosts in the world?" Zhong Jianguo was delighted, "It's as if she can hear it."

    Song Zhaodi said with a smile: "I don't believe it. But let me say, you can't lose a piece of meat." Then, she suddenly thought, "Zhong Jianguo, tomorrow is the old horse Wuqi."

    "And then what?" Zhong Jianguo asked.

    Song Zhaodi: "When we go to buy cloth in the afternoon, let's go up the mountain to see the old horse."

    "I won't go." Zhong Jianguo waved, "The old horse doesn't like me."

    Song Zhaodi looked at him: "By the way, look at the white birch on the other hill, do you want to go?"

    Zhong Jianguo's face changed slightly and rubbed his nose: "I listen to you."

    Ma Zhenxing and Ma Zhengang are about the same height as Dawa and Erwa. After two o'clock in the afternoon, Song Zhaodi came back from the mountain and called to ask Zhong Weiguo how to use the sewing machine. She made clothes for the two children according to the size of the eldest baby and the second baby.

    After five o'clock, a few children arrived home, and Song Zhaodi also made two sets. Seeing that Ma Zhenxing and Ma Zhengang were very happy, Song Zhaodi washed the two sets of clothes and told them that they would be able to wear them tomorrow.

    Zhenxing shook his head again and again, explaining to Song Zhaodi that he should not wear it.

    Song Zhaodi didn't understand, so she asked him why.

    Zhenxing said, wear it during the New Year.

    Song Zhaodi couldn't help sighing and wanted to explain to him, but before she could say it, the eldest child said that the clothes will be small after the New Year.

    Ma Zhenxing looked at Song Zhaodi and asked silently, right?

    Song Zhaodi nodded, and then said that she will make new clothes during the Chinese New Year. After speaking, she found that Erwa was very envious, Song Zhaodi said that she would kill the chicken tomorrow. Several children abandoned the new clothes in an instant, and discussed how to eat chicken. After discussing for an hour, they decided to stew with bamboo shoots.

    In the afternoon of the next day, after school, Zhong Dawa hugged Ma Zhenxing's neck and shouted, "Go home and eat chicken."

    Self-reliance followed behind the two of them, and smashed Dawa's back with Dawa's schoolbag: "Be careful when you turn around and beat you again."

    "If you don't tell me, Ma Zhenxing won't tell me, my mother doesn't know." Da Wa waved her hand, "Self-reliance, my pencil case fell."

    I looked down and said, "Pick it up by yourself."

    "You dropped it." Dawa said, "You should pick it up."

    I snorted independently: "Believe it or not, I won't help you get your schoolbag?"

    "It's the letter." Zhong Dawa patted Xing Xing, "Help me pick up the pen."

    Primary school students got off get out of class earlier, and Gengsheng led his three younger brothers to the junior high school, and just saw this scene: "If only there was a camera, I would take a picture of him and ask my mother to see what he is doing. Virtue."

    "I know where there are cameras." Sanwa said, "In the photo studio."

    Gengsheng couldn't help rolling his eyes and slapped him on the head again: "I know too!"

    "You dare to hit me?!" Sanwa covered her head and shouted, "I'll go home and tell my mother, you made me stupid."