Stepmother

    Er ​​Wa frowned: "I didn't speak, and it's my business, so if I don't participate in the future, it will be a loss."

    "It's a big loss." Zhen Gang spat out two words.

    Song Zhaodi was happy: "Zhong Jianguo, why bother."

    Zhong Jianguo gave her a deep look, took a piece of chicken thigh, and buried his head to eat.

    After the meal, Zhong Jianguo did not rush back to the camp, sent a few children to wash the pots and dishes, dragged Song Zhaodi upstairs, entered the room and said, "Reform and opening up, meat tickets, cloth tickets, etc. It’s about to be abolished, you really never thought about going back to your old business?”

    "I think it's good to have peaches and plums all over the world." Song Zhaodi said.

    Zhong Jianguo's eyes lit up: "This is what you said, I wrote it down for you."

    "Even if I regret later, what can you do to me?" Song Zhaodi asked back.

    Zhong Jianguo think about it: "I can make you a mess, do you believe it?"

    Song Zhaodi stomped on his feet: "Don't be afraid of Dawa, they hate you, just mix it up."

    Zhong Jianguo took a deep breath: "You are allowed to scare me, but I am not allowed to scare you? There is no reason."

    "Are you reasoning with me?" Song Zhaodi pointed to herself.

    Zhong Jianguo took a breath: "Don't dare."

    "Go out if you don't dare." Song Zhaodi said, "Save your son from thinking that we are discussing divorce upstairs."

    Zhong Jianguo: "Wait. Yesterday I saw that the book you wrote for Erwa was almost ready. Our children are smarter than the other. How do you explain it?"

    "No explanation." Song Zhaodi said.

    Zhong Jianguo couldn't help sighing: "If you don't explain, your son will check. With the Qi family's connections, do you think there is anything that their brothers can't check?"

    "That's true." Song Zhaodi began to worry, "It's all my fault. It would be great to be an ordinary teacher or doctor in my last life."

    Zhong Jianguo was speechless and wanted to laugh: "Can you be more serious?!"

    "I can't be serious." Song Zhaodi said, "I can't tell them about my special origin. Seven children, as long as one leaks, our family will be finished."

    Zhong Jianguo thought about it carefully: "Then don't admit it."

    The big baby wiped his hands from the kitchen and looked upstairs: "Sanwazi, father and mother are still upstairs?"

    "That's right." Sanwa said, "Brother, should I go and listen?"

    The big baby glanced at him: "I'm not afraid that Dad will beat you, just go."

    "Then I won't go." Sanwa sat beside him, "Brother, do men like young and beautiful ones?"

    Daddy: "Eighty percent of men are like this."

    "Does the bag not include our father?" Sanwa asked curiously.

    Dawa think about it: "He has the heart and the courage."

    "Then I'll be at ease." Sanwa said, "If he dares to go away, I'll drive him out."

    Zhong Jianguo took a step: "Look, I will give you the ability. Sanwazi, now you eat Laozi, live in Laozi, you are thinking of rebelling before you grow up, believe it or not Laozi shot broke you."

    "Mother, Dad is going to kill me." Sanwa looked at Song Zhaodi pitifully.

    Song Zhaodi had a headache: "Your fathers must have been enemies in their previous lives. Zhong Jianguo, hurry up to work. Dad, go and cut two handfuls of leeks. Let's make dumplings and eat dumplings at night."

    "Teacher, I haven't met yet, should I go?" Zhenxing hurriedly asked.

    Song Zhaodi thought about it: "Be more and more. Cook one pot and fry another pot."

    "Mother, leek eggs, sauerkraut tofu, mushrooms and pork stuffing are all delicious." Sanwa quickly reminded.

    Song Zhaodi was tired: "You wash the vegetables, I'll adjust the stuffing."

    "Second brother, Zhengang, you go to wash the vegetables, and I will help my mother make dumplings." Sanwa waved her little hand and gave her two brothers a good job.

    Erwa wanted to mention him: "The noodles haven't been reconciled yet, what package are you taking? Come with us, don't be lazy."

      Song Zhaodi began to chop pork. The three fillings are all adjusted and the noodles are almost ready, but it is not too early.

    It was almost five o'clock when the dumplings were made, but there were too many people. Zhong Jianguo came back at six o'clock and Dawa had already started frying the dumplings. After he washed his face and hands, the dumplings cooked in the pot were also served.

    Self-reliance and rebirth called Song Zhaodi this morning. The brothers ignored Song Zhaodi's objection and insisted on coming on the third day of the new year.

    Song Zhaodi couldn't stop her, so she went to the non-staple food factory on the morning of the fifth day to buy some fish and five catties of tofu, and planned to stew fish for them and make fried dumplings with pickled cabbage and tofu. But the brothers only got home in the afternoon.

    Song Zhaodi calculated the time, and they could arrive at Yongcheng in the morning. If you encounter a fishing boat, you can get home at 9:00 in the morning, but it ends in the afternoon? When the brothers put down their bags, Song Zhaodi asked, "Where did you guys go?"

    "Tell you a piece of news that I don't know how to describe." She even looked at Dawa subconsciously, "Dawa's grandfather is gone."

    The baby asked: "Who?"

    "Your mother's father." Gengsheng said, "Didn't we give the Bai family 200 yuan last year? We didn't get a direct ticket to Hangzhou. This time we sit in Shencheng and see It's still early, so I'll go to your grandma's house with my brother. I didn't know if your grandma had any surgery, but I found out that your grandfather passed away in November last year. "

    Song Zhaodi frowned: "What's going on?"

    "He said it was low blood pressure and cardiac arrest." Gengsheng said, "The people over there asked us why we were inquiring about the Bai family. We couldn't answer, so we pointed to the white paper on the door. Q, shouldn't we post red couplets for the New Year? Why should we post white paper? I'm afraid they will ask again, and my brother and I will come back."

    Song Zhaodi looked at the children: "Did you not receive a letter from your grandma's house last November?"

    "Mother, I can tell you for sure, no." Sanwa said, "It must have been the guards who sent money over. They saw that Dad was serious and dared not tell our family."

    Song Zhaodi nodded: "It's also possible. Dad, when you go to your mother's grave in a few days, tell her about it."

    "Got it, mother." Dawa had no impression of his grandfather, but when he suddenly heard that his grandfather was gone, he didn't feel much. Instead, he felt that time was fast. I didn't have the strength to make trouble anymore, "Mother, do you want to visit Xiaosong Village this year?"

    Song Zhaodi: "I'll go by myself?"

    "Mother, I can accompany you." Sanwa said.

    Song Zhaodi said with a smile: "It's so far away, aren't you afraid of getting tired?"

    "Don't be afraid!" Sanwa said.

    Song Zhaodi: "Then let's go the day after tomorrow and come back after a day in the village. When we get home, your brothers should also go to school to report."

    "Mother will go tomorrow." Gengsheng calculated the time, "We can stay at home for two days when you come back. Otherwise, if you come back today, we have to leave tomorrow."

    Song Zhaodi thought about it: "That's fine. You two go upstairs to rest and we'll start cooking."

    "We're not tired." Zi Li smiled and rolled up his sleeves, "How do I do it? I'll do it."

    The big baby patted him on the shoulder: "There are us. Mother told you to go up, you go up. By the way, your bed is not made yet."

    "Speaking of making the bed, baby, I suddenly thought of something." Song Zhaodi said, "When you are on summer vacation, remember to mail the quilt back, and I will take it apart and wash it for you."

    The big baby waved his hand: "No. Grandpa Qi's nanny and aunt washed it for you."

    "You can't always trouble people." Song Zhaodi said, "I'll replace you with new cotton, and keep it warm in winter."

    Dawa: "That's fine." Handing the bag to Zili, "Go, go."

    On the twelfth day of the first month, at noon, Song Zhaodi came back from Xiaosong Village. The next day, Song Zhaodi was busy making chili oil and bean paste for several children, as well as making some burnt leaves and naan.

    The next morning, the family sent the four of them to the pier. Song Zhaodi and Zhong Jianguo had no regrets, and Sanwa almost cried.

    Song Zhaodi didn't realize it at first, but when she turned to go home, she looked at Sanwa with tears in her eyes, and thought she was wrong. Sanwa didn't say a word on the way, Song Zhaodi realized: "Your elder brother wants to beat you every day, are you not happy when he leaves?"

    "It's going to take a long time." Sanwa muttered.

    Song Zhaodi: "No one takes you to play?"

    Sanwa nodded: "Zhengang can read books, second brother can draw."

    "I will also make clothes for you." Erwa said, "Mother, I want to make Sanwa the overalls you mentioned. Mother, I heard you say it once that day, I I feel that Sanwa must look very good in it."

    Song Zhaodi raised her eyebrows: "Don't worry. The eighth day of the third month of the lunar calendar is your birthday. When you celebrate your birthday, I will give you a gift. By that time, the sky will be warm. Do it for Sanwa."

    "There are still two months." Erwa reminded her, "Last year I was going to make a skirt for you, but the cloth for your skirt turned out to be a shirt for us. Mother, why do you keep pushing? ."

    Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "I won't push it in the future, just do whatever you want."

    "Why?"

    Song Zhaodi: "Sanwa and I went to Binhai this time, and the cloth ticket has been abolished there."

    "What?!" Erwa's eyes widened, "Really? Mother."

    Song Zhaodi: "Notice, you won't need a cloth ticket when you buy cloth after May 1st."

    "Then, when will we be abolished here?" Erwa asked hurriedly.

    Song Zhaodi shook her head: "I feel like the end of the year at the latest."

    "That's fine." Erwa said, "Mother, I don't need cloth tickets in the future, I will make new clothes for you every day."

    Song Zhaodi said with a smile: "You are a student now, focusing on learning. I will do it during the summer vacation."

    "I really hope tomorrow is summer vacation." Erwa couldn't help but say.

    Song Zhaodi reminded him: "The winter vacation is not over yet. By the way, are you done with your homework? Let's just have fun these days."

    "Broken, my English words." Sanwa hurried upstairs.

    Zhengang felt that he had finished writing, and seeing Sanwa in such a hurry, he followed up subconsciously and checked his homework when he got upstairs.

    Song Zhaodi was the only one left in the living room. Song Zhaodi thought about it, went upstairs to her and Zhong Jianguo's room, bolted the door from the inside, took out the "book" she compiled for Erwa, and checked it from beginning to end.

    On the 8th day of the third lunar month, in the morning, Song Zhaodi did not give the book to Erwa, but when she was about to go to bed at night, Zhong Jianguo handed the thick notebook to Erwa: "Your mother Your birthday present."

    "I thought my mother forgot." Erwa took it and opened it, her eyes widened, "Dad, this is..."