Stepmother

    Zhong Jianguo had long expected this kind of reaction from the two of them, and he was not affected at all, and continued: "I don't trust Song Zhaodi either."

    "Then you also ask me to send someone to check her." Master Liu didn't understand, "Is there something wrong with Song Zhaodi? It is reasonable to say that the ancestors have been digging food in the soil, and the Song family wants to cultivate a College students are harder than reaching the sky."

    "Master, how can you look down on the peasant brothers so much." Political commissar Zhang was very unhappy, "There is a saying that good bamboo shoots, why can't the Song family produce a golden phoenix?"

    Master Liu said loudly: "I didn't mean that, don't put a hat on my head. I personally recruited Xiao Zhong when he enlisted in the army. I still remember his social relations. His stepmother's mother's house is a mountain nest, and there are not many people who can read, who will teach Song Zhaodi?"

    Zhong Jianguo: "Master, Xiaosong Village is backed by the mountains and faces the sea, but the mountains did not block the way of the villagers. As far as I know, there used to be an anti-Japanese base. The villagers' consciousness is higher than that of ordinary peasants, and many people in the village are literate. Song Zhaodi's father was a peasant and a barefoot doctor who could read and write."

    "This is normal." Master Liu said, with a pause, "Since you know so well, why do you have to check Song Zhaodi, she is your daughter-in-law now."

    Zhong Jianguo: "She is fine for the time being. It's just that she has learned a lot in the three years at Binhai University. I am afraid that she has learned too much and mixed some bad things. I will rush tomorrow. Teach a few more kids."

    "Three years?" Political Commissar Zhang wondered, "I remember that the university is not a three-year program, so she didn't graduate?"

    Zhong Jianguo said: "Last year there was a revolution, students did not go to class, and the school was forced to suspend classes. Song Zhaodi went home to help the family, and was tanned and thin. My stepmother thought she was someone who never came out of school. I was introduced to me by a local girl from Hongya Town."

    "You picked up a big bargain." Master Liu continued, and then he couldn't help but look at him, "This kind of good thing can make you catch up, Xiao Zhong, you are God's Dear son."

    Commissar Zhang wanted to be envious, but Zhong Jianguo's good fortune made him too lazy to envy, "You have to investigate Song Zhaodi. Comrade Song Zhaodi is really blind, a good college student chooses to marry you ."

    Zhong Jianguo thought, Song Zhaodi is not blind, and it is precisely because she is not blind that I think she has other reasons for marrying me: "She is too smart to go to Binhai Normal University to check, I don't worry ."

    "Xiao Song doesn't know about this?" Master Liu affirmed, "There is no impermeable wall in the world, even if I send my own soldiers to investigate, I can't guarantee that she will not know in the future. Once she knows, Comrade Zhong Jianguo, Xiao Song will be very sad."

    Zhong Jianguo thought to herself, that means you don't know how much my new daughter-in-law has a heart. She was angry for two days at most: "I explained to her that it was necessary for political review."

    Zhong Jianguo: "Master, I'm not doing this for myself. There are a total of eight classes in elementary and junior high schools run by our army, with more than ten teachers. Who has Song Zhaodi's high education? No. If Song Zhaodi There's nothing wrong with being a comrade, I suggest making her a middle school teacher."

    "You're right." Master Liu suddenly thought, "Binhai Normal University sounds like a university run by Binhai City, but this school was run during the Republic of China, and many teachers in the school have stayed overseas."

    Commissar Zhang didn't believe it: "Is it so powerful?"

    "If you don't believe me, why don't you go there yourself?" Master Liu said smoothly.

    Commissar Zhang thought about it carefully: "Yes. Head of the regiment, I will leave the affairs of the regiment to you."

    Zhong Jianguo had known his political commissar for six or seven years, and he knew him quite well. When Song Zhaodi was handed over to him, Zhong Jianguo felt relieved: "No problem. ?"

    "You just came back, and there is another person at home. I will send a group to go." Master Liu said, "It may not be possible to meet Lao Jiang's people."

    Zhong Jianguo: "It's better to be careful."

    "I know." Master Liu said, "I won't send your regiment to the sea for inspection, but the training cannot be stopped."

    Zhong Jianguo: "I know, it will start in the afternoon."

    Song Zhaodi came home and saw that the duck was alive, but her head started to hurt again: "Little Li, can you kill the duck?"

    "No." Xiao Li told the truth, "Sister-in-law, I only bought ten eggs, forty eggs and duck eggs."

    Song Zhaodi frowned: "Eggs and duck eggs are only ten pieces together?"

    "Yes." Xiao Li said, "The villagers can buy more, but the chickens and ducks raised by the villagers must be turned over to part of the production team. So much to keep."

    Song Zhaodi: "Only ten a year?"

    "No, ten in half a year." Xiao Li said, "If you want to raise more chickens and ducks, you have to wait until next spring."

    Song Zhaodi sighed: "I see. Help me take care of Sanwa, and I'll cook. Xiao Li, do you want noodles?"

    "Ah?" Xiao Li froze for a moment, "Sister-in-law, I have to go back, I am the regiment's guard and can't leave for too long."

    Song Zhaodi thought about it: "That's right. Then you go back quickly."

    Song Zhaodi said with a smile: "No. Sanwa didn't sleep for half a day in the morning, but I will sleep for a while in the afternoon. I can do it myself." Is your brother playing?"

    "Where to play?" Zhong Dawa helped Sister Zhong take care of the three children every day when she was at the seaside. Song Zhaodi asked him to look after the children, but the children did not feel that Song Zhaodi asked him to do things.

    "Wait for me." Song Zhaodi went upstairs to open the cabinet and picked two brightly colored shirts with worn cuffs. Spread it under the eaves of the porch, "Sit here, I'll have a face time."

    "Don't be a duck?" Zhong Dawa asked hurriedly.

    Song Zhaodi was quite surprised. When she went to the camp from Zhong Jianguo, her cheap eldest son did not take the initiative to talk to her, but actually opened his mouth to eat: "Ducks have to be dehaired when they are killed. Do it again."

    "You, you go." Zhong Dawa waved her little hand.

    Song Zhaodi smiled, went upstairs to get two big white rabbit toffee, made a large bowl of malted milk essence, and handed him the spoon and candy: "Give one to my brother, if you are thirsty, drink the malted milk. Refined."

    Zhong Dawa's eyes lit up, she reached out to grab it, hesitated, and said thank you.

    Song Zhaodi heard faintly when she walked to the door. Looking back, Dawa lowered her head to peel the candy, shook her head and smiled, and went to the kitchen to make noodles.

    Liu Ling can only eat, not cook. The original owner knew how to cook, and with a soul that was very good at eating, the "garlic lettuce" that made Zhong Jianguo's appetite widened, Song Zhaodi, who had changed the core, was a home-cooked stir-fry.

    The cheap son is a snack food, so Song Zhaodi cut the green cabbage leaves that Zhong Jianguo bought into fine pieces, smashed the juice with a rolling pin, and kneaded the noodles together with the veggies.

    After waking up for a while, Song Zhaodi went out to repair the uneven yard.

    Sister Duan walked to the door of Zhong's house, just in time to see Song Zhaodi wielding her hoe: "It's such a hot day, why don't you turn the ground again in the afternoon?"

    "Fix it before it rains, and when it rains, the ground will be soaked. Tomorrow is just planting vegetables." Around eleven o'clock, the outdoor temperature was twenty-seven or eight degrees, so I replaced it with Liu Ling couldn't stand it. The original owner was used to farming, and without the sun, this temperature was not too hot for the original owner's body. Song Zhaodi was quite surprised when she saw what Sister Duan was carrying, "What is sister-in-law doing?"

    Sister-in-law Duan: "We have few people, so we can't eat so much. If you don't eat cucumbers, you will get old." After a while, "Should I put it in the house?"

    "Put it next to the pressure well, I'll wash it later." Song Zhaodi glanced at Sister Duan's hands and couldn't help saying, "My sister-in-law grows a lot of vegetables and is afraid of getting old, so she picks them up. Ah. Pickled cucumbers, sour beans, and sour cabbage, keep it for you to eat in winter."

    Sister Duan took a step and smiled: "Old Liu and the two children in the family don't like to eat it. In winter, I would rather eat garlic cloves and dry rice than eat these. A small pot of pickling is enough for each. We will eat until next spring."

    Seeing this, Song Zhaodi was relieved: "Call me when my sister-in-law is rushing to pickle vegetables tomorrow, and give me a share. I like to eat."

    "Okay." What Mrs. Duan does every day is laundry, cooking, and gardening. In the past, when I was free, I used to come to Zhong's house to chat with Dawa's mother, but Sister-in-law Duan listened to her in a suave manner, so she didn't like to come over three or five times.

    From the mouth of her lover, Master Liu, she learned that Song Zhaodi was from the same countryside as she was. Sister-in-law Duan was very happy. She was not angry when Song Zhaodi asked for food. Whatever vegetables to eat, go directly to me to pick them."

    Song Zhaodi smiled: "Okay, sister-in-law."

    Song Zhaodi: "I know. Sister-in-law, I won't give you away."

    "No, no." Sister-in-law Duan couldn't help sighing when she went out, that Zhong Jianguo's daughter-in-law would make a living.

    Song Zhaodi looked at the cucumbers and tomatoes by the well, and turned to the cheap son: "Dawa, your Aunt Duan was so good before?"

    "Okay." Zhong Dawa's eyes fixed on the tomatoes, "I'm hungry."

    Song Zhaodi followed the child's line of sight: "I'll make fried eggs later." After a while, "Want to eat tomato or cucumber, I'll wash it for you."

    "Don't eat." The child blurted out.

    Song Zhaodi almost burst out laughing. She suppressed her laughter and smoothed the ground, and went to the kitchen to roll out the noodles. When the water in the pot boiled, the noodles were put into the pot, and the fragrance wafted out, Song Zhaodi couldn't help but take a deep breath, and it was done.

    "Are you all right?" Zhong Dawa's voice came from the door.

    Song Zhaodi stretched: "Okay, wait outside."

    "Green noodles?" Zhong Erwa sat on the small bench, looked down and widened her eyes, "It's green noodles."

    Song Zhaodi said while feeding Sanwa the egg custard, "It's green noodles. It's a little hot, blow it before eating."

    "Can you eat green noodles?" Zhong Dawa asked curiously, tilting her head.

    Song Zhaodi: "The green noodles are dyed by vegetable juice. Is it delicious? Zhong Dawa, tell me the truth, I kill ducks after eating."

    Zhong Dawa pretended not to hear and took a bite of the fried egg.

    "I never tell lies." Song Zhaodi said, "I will hear after Sanwa's egg custard is finished."

    The big baby raised her head and glared at her, the bad woman: "Delicious!"

    "I heard." Song Zhaodi said, "Dad, I like honest children. Erwa, are eggs delicious?"

    Erwa pursed her lips and smiled: "It's delicious."

    "So good!" Song Zhaodi praised.

    Zhong Dawa teased her younger brother with a rattle, but her eyes looked to the kitchen from time to time. However, the noodles he ate at noon, the sugar and carbohydrates in the noodles made people sleepy. So that Song Zhaodi hadn't reconciled to make the noodles for the steamed buns, the three little ones couldn't hold it anymore.

    Song Zhaodi felt that the living room was quiet, and went out to see that the three cheap sons were sleeping all over the place.

    Song Zhaodi looked at the innocent sleeping faces of the three children, and couldn't help but gently twisted Zhong Dawa's face, and then went outside to find some dried clothes to put on the children on the stomach.

    Don't worry about the child's crying or any accident, Song Zhaodi works without distraction, cleans up the duck, and lights the stove to make the duck soup. It is only three o'clock.

    Xiao Li is a real person, Song Zhaodi said he wanted an old duck, he really bought Song Zhaodi a duck for three or four years. Song Zhaodi was afraid that the stew would not rot, so she filled the pot with water and let it simmer slowly.

      The time to make up, I don’t know, it’s not only five o’clock.

    Song Zhaodi estimated that the duck was almost done, and began to clean up the sewing basket, and a word came from her ear: "It's so fragrant."

    "Awake?" Song Zhaodi looked up and saw Zhong Dawa standing up with the back of her chair, turning her head to look around.

    The curiosity on Zhong Dawa's face disappeared instantly, she pursed her lips and hummed.

    Song Zhaodi wanted to laugh: "Wake up my brother, play in the yard for a while and then eat."

    "Dad didn't come back." Zhong Dawa reminded.

    Song Zhaodi: "Then let's wait for your dad to come back and eat." While talking, he picked up scissors and went to the yard to cut off all the chrysanthemums that were already in bloom.

    Zhong Dawa was anxious and opened her mouth to speak of a bad woman, but when she realized that the bad woman was helping him sew clothes, the conversation changed: "You, what are you doing?"

    "I'll make chrysanthemums for you." Song Zhaodi asked, "Have you ever eaten fried chrysanthemums?"

    Zhong Dawa shook her head subconsciously, and then thought carefully, "Can chrysanthemums be eaten too?"

    "Of course." Song Zhaodi urinated on the third baby, asked the second baby to look at him, and asked the older baby, "Would you like to help me make a fire?"

    Zhong Dawa: "No."

    "I'll teach you." Song Zhaodi lit the firewood and handed Zhong Dawa a burning stick, "When the firewood is about to run out, use the stick to push it in, and if there is no firewood, add two pieces. I know. Yet?"

    Zhong Dawa nodded: "I learned."

    Liu Ling is not a patient person, but she chose several children by herself, and she was very gentle when talking to Zhong Dawa. It also caused Zhong Dawa to deliberately say that she didn't learn, but she was too embarrassed to speak.

    Song Zhaodi, who was busy kneading steamed buns, didn't see it either.

    When the aroma of steamed buns overflowed from the big pot, Song Zhaodi began to pour oil into the small pot and fry the chrysanthemums wrapped in egg liquid.

    The calmness on Zhong Dawa's face disappeared, her eyes widened, her mouth widened, and she tiptoed to look into the pot: "Is it really edible?"

    "Of course." Liu Ling traveled all over the world, not to mention eating fried chrysanthemums, she even ate honeycombs and silkworm chrysalis, "I would like to make another roasted eggplant, but we don't have soy beans at home. Can the eldest child borrow some from Uncle Liu's house next door?"

    Zhong Dawa nodded.

    Song Zhaodi smiled slightly: "The eldest baby is really good." Give him a small bowl, "Tell my aunt that half a bowl is fine, we will use it for cooking."

    "I see." Zhong Dawa ran out with the bowl in her hand, and bumped into the sweaty Zhong Jianguo at the door. Thinking about the fried chrysanthemum, the child shoved the bowl into Zhong Jianguo's hand, "She wants soy beans, Dad, go to Uncle Liu's house to borrow it."

    Zhong Jianguo was stunned for a moment, realizing that his eldest son was helping Song Zhaodi with his work, he couldn't believe it, and deliberately asked, "Who is she?"

    "Stepmother." After the big baby finished speaking, she ran back. Afraid that Song Zhaodi thought he was disobedient, she went to the kitchen and explained, "My father is gone."

    Song Zhaodi faintly heard Zhong Jianguo's voice: "Then let's have dinner later."

    "No more fire?" the child asked hurriedly.

    Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "No need, let's play with my brother."

    "Okay." Zhong Dawa didn't look for her two younger brothers in the living room, but dragged the small square table and bench for dinner into the middle of the living room.

    Zhong Jianguo came back and saw his eldest son walking out with a steamed bun. He was shocked and walked quickly to Song Zhaodi's side: "What kind of ecstasy soup did you give my son?"

    "Is it okay to speak human words?" Song Zhaodi asked rhetorically.

    Zhong Jianguo choked for a moment: "When his mother was there, he wouldn't move when he was told to use chopsticks, and calling him to eat was like killing him. How did you train him?"

    "My mother told me that to grasp a man's experience, first grasp the man's stomach." Song Zhaodi glanced outside, "Although your son is still young, you cannot deny that he is a man."

    Zhong Jianguo gave her a glance: "I'll just listen to your nonsense. Your mother, my mother-in-law's cooking is not as good as the big pot rice in the cafeteria."

    "Take it down if you don't believe me." Song Zhaodi poked a little soy bean into the pot, "Comrade Zhong Jianguo, think about it, have I lied to you?"

    Zhong Jianguo opened his mouth and suddenly realized that Song Zhaodi had never lied to him, he thought Song Zhaodi was real, he thought Song Zhaodi graduated from high school: "You didn't lie to me, you misled me a lot. ."

    "You also admit that I didn't tell a lie." Out of the corner of Song Zhaodi's eyes, she saw Zhong Dawa standing at the door, "Dawa, Aunt Duan gave us a lot of dishes today and lent us them. Soybean, what do you think we should give her?"

    Zhong Dawa frowned and thought: "Well, steamed bread?"

    "I want to give her eight flowers." Song Zhaodi fried nineteen yellow chrysanthemums and placed them on two plates when they were served, "If you don't agree, then we will give them away. She has steamed buns. Although I think Mrs. Duan likes flowers very much."

    Zhong Jianguo was confused: "What chrysanthemum? What steamed bun?"

    "Auntie likes flowers." Zhong Dawa was very reluctant to see the golden chrysanthemum on the chopping board. Thinking that the aunt next door treated him very well, he licked his lips and pointed to the plate with eight chrysanthemums, "This is for her, this is not good."

    Song Zhaodi smiled wide-eyed: "Okay! The big baby is really a good boy. I put it in a small basket and you can bring it over there."

    "What is this?" Seeing that his new wife and eldest son ignored him, Zhong Jianguo simply walked over and squeezed it.

    Pop!

    Zhong Dawa slapped the back of his father's hand: "Don't pinch."