Stepmother

    Zhong Sanwa said without hesitation, "I can do it."

    "Then let's go." Zhong Dawa reached out to Sanwa, "Brother is holding you." He raised his head and said to Zi Li, "Qu Zhuangzhuang said he knows where there are many wild vegetables, wait. When we come back, we will chop wild vegetables, and we won’t have to go out in the afternoon.”

    As soon as Song Zhaodi and Sister Duan left, Zhong Dawa turned out four small back baskets and four small hoes. When Zili saw these things, he knew that they were going to chop wild vegetables, so he didn't ask any more questions. It was only when the door was locked that I remembered that the mountain closest to their home was almost devastated by their brothers.

    "Dad, mother don't know?" Gengsheng said suddenly.

    Zhong Dawa: "Mother doesn't know for now. When she comes back, I will tell her and she will know."

    "You said it, mother will beat you." Zili reminded.

    Zhong Dawa: "Mother doesn't allow us to go into the sea, we are on the beach, and mother won't scold us if she knows. And Qu Zhuangzhuang and his second sister are with us, nothing."

    Self-reliance has met Qu Zhuangzhuang's second sister, fifteen or sixteen years old. When I heard that they were not a group of children going by themselves, I was temporarily relieved.

    When I arrived at the Qu family, I saw not only the Qu family brothers and sisters, but also the children of their neighbors, all of whom were older than them. When something happens, these people can help their brothers, so they don't have to worry about being self-reliant.

    I didn't dare to be careless when I was independent. When I got to the beach, I called the rebirth to my side.

    Around eleven o'clock, a group of children went back the same way. On the way back, a few girls from the Qu family helped Dawa chop wild vegetables. In about ten minutes, the little baskets of the four brothers were full.

    When I got home, I threw the wild vegetables into the goose pen and duck pen, and Zhong Dawa poured the crabs into the vegetable bowl. Seeing that there was a small half-pot, Dawa was delighted: "How should we eat these crabs?"

    "Fried." Zhong Erwa blurted out.

    Self-reliance don't want to pour cold water: "No oil."

    "Qu Zhuangzhuang said that fried small crabs are the best." Erwa had never eaten small crabs, so she wanted to try something, so she turned to Dawa, "Brother, you can do it. "

    Dawa swallowed: "Today is the 20th, and there are ten days until next month. Do you want to eat boiled vegetables for ten days?"

    Er ​​Wa stretched out her finger and counted, "Mom, there are ten days left? I won't eat, I won't eat. But, brother, I'm hungry."

    "Brother, I'm hungry too." Sanwa said, "I want to eat fried rice."

    The big baby snorted: "I still want to eat." Glancing at the two younger brothers, "When mother is at home, what does mother do, what do you two eat. When mother is not at home, she still eats Learn to order food, and see what you can do. I'm going to steam the rice."

    "I'll help you." Seeing that the eldest child has not lost his mind, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that his head would be pumped and the little oil left in the house would be ruined.

    Daddy went to the kitchen and scooped a scoop of rice into the pot.

    I took a slow step to stand on my own and saw his movements, and almost fell: "Dad, there is too much rice. This amount of rice is enough for us to eat two meals."

    "It's just two meals." Zhong Dawa said, "My mother used to say that we should use leftover rice for fried rice. Let's steam more rice in the afternoon, and the leftover rice is just reserved for frying at night. ."

    Self-reliance and understanding: "Thank you for the embarrassment of talking about the second baby and the third baby." After a pause, "What if the mother doesn't fry?"

      Made it for us."

    Independent curiosity: "Why do you always let us talk?"

    "Because your father and mother are gone, mother thinks you two are very pitiful. You want to eat something good, but mother is embarrassed to say no." Dawa said, "Instead of We can't do it. Mother is willing to do it, and father may not agree."

    Before self-reliance and rebirth, I was afraid of making Dawa angry, Dawa complained to Zhong Jianguo and Song Zhaodi, and drove him and the rebirth out. Now Dawa's father is his father, and Dawa's mother is also his mother .

    I'm not afraid of being self-reliant anymore, I finally asked the doubts hidden in my heart, I would rather not ask, "We can say it. But don't forget, my mother told us when I was steaming rice, half A scoop of rice is enough. You steamed so much rice, when the mother asked, what did you say?"

    "Of course, it means that Dad has steamed too much." Zhong Dawa said, and paused, "It's almost twelve o'clock? Why did Dad come back so late today."

    Tired of being self-reliant: "Dad said he has to have a meeting today and won't be back at noon. Quickly scoop out half of the rice."

    "You don't want to eat fried rice?" Zhong Dawa asked.

    I took a breath on my own: "I want to eat, but I'm more afraid of my mother's anger."

    "Then call my mother to fight." Zhong Dawa said, and nodded with satisfaction, "That's the decision." Then she scooped water and washed rice.

    After three o'clock in the afternoon, Song Zhaodi came back with a sack on her back. As soon as she entered the door, the big baby ran out of the house.

    Song Zhaodi froze in her heart: "Zhong Dawa, did you cause trouble?"

    Zhong Dawa's face changed slightly, mother, how did his mother see it: "No. It's not nothing, and it's not a disaster."

    Song Zhaodi asked, "What happened?"

    "The rice is a little too much steamed." Zhong Dawa said, and glanced at Song Zhaodi secretly, seeing that his mother was not angry, "We tried so hard and didn't finish it."

    Song Zhaodi put it down and slumped on the chair: "I thought what was going on. If there is more, there will be more, just to cook rice for you, and save me steaming rice and cooking vegetables. Go and cook for me. Pour a glass of water."

    "Hey, I'll go." I was overjoyed, turned around and ran into the kitchen.

    Song Zhaodi is funny: "Are you still afraid of me being angry? What a big deal. Come and see what I bought for you."

    "Delicious?" Sanwa rushed over.

    Song Zhaodi hurriedly reached out to catch him: "Not all. Big baby, rehabilitate, take out all the things in the bag."

    "Mother, you buy a lot of rags again?" Zhong Dawa called the sack and saw a mass of cloth, "Mother in the forest said that rags are hard to buy, why do you go every time Can you buy it in Hangzhou?"

    Song Zhaodi: "Because the salesperson who sells cloth likes me."

    "Liar." Dawa raised his hand and threw the rag head on the bench, and saw several generations of milk powder, frowning, "Mother, we are all grown up, we don't need to drink milk powder anymore. "

    Song Zhaodi said with a smile: "I think too much, it was bought for the second baby and the third baby."

    "Yes, bought it for me." Seeing the reborn, Sanwa stretched out her hand, "Brother Regen, give me the milk powder."

    Song Zhaodi rubbed the child's head, "Dad, did the mother in the forest ask you where I bought all my rags?"

    "I asked. I said I didn't know." Zhong Dawa said, "The mother in the forest asked me to ask you. I said yes. Later she asked me, did I ask you? Just say I forgot. I don't want to tell her. Hey, mother, how did you buy a box of ink?"

    Song Zhaodi: "My calligraphy is so ugly, I decided to practice calligraphy with you in the future."

    "Really?" Zhong Dawa asked quickly.

    Song Zhaodi nodded.

    "Then I'll teach you." Zhong Dawa blurted out.

    He came out with water on his own: "Mother has learned calligraphy before, so you don't need to teach me."

    "I learned it a long time ago, and I almost forgot." Song Zhaodi took a sip, "Take everything upstairs, and I will make clothes for you when I have time."

    Zhong Dawa didn't move: "Mother, why don't you never make clothes for yourself?"

    "I think so too." Song Zhaodi said, "First of all, you guys are growing fast, and our family has less cloth tickets. Second, I'm not growing anymore, and I can still wear my old clothes. There is no need to make new ones. However, your father also said that two more tickets will be issued at the end of the year, and then I and my father will have one set."

    Zhong Dawa doesn't believe it: "Didn't you say there is only one cloth ticket per person per year?"

    "The factories all over the country have resumed production this year, and a lot of cloth has been processed. If you don't sell it to us, you won't be able to put it in the warehouse." Song Zhaodi smiled, "If you really love your mother, you can put it away today. The dishes are washed."

    Zhong Dawa grimaced: "I knew I wouldn't talk about it." She ran upstairs with the toffee in her arms.

    "You can't run away if you don't say anything." Song Zhaodi's voice fell, and the eldest child stumbled and quickly held onto the handrail of the stairs. Song Zhaodi was instantly happy.

    Seeing self-reliance and rebirth, I couldn't help laughing.

    "Mother, don't scare him, I'll wash the dishes." Zili said.

    Song Zhaodi glanced at him: "Do you think I didn't tell you, did you intend to let you wash the dishes? The three babies are still young, and the four of you brothers, two of them take turns to wash the dishes."

    Reborn "Puchi" laughed and glanced at his brother: "I think I'm right, I'm smart." After that, he ran upstairs with the rag head and the cloth.

    The self-reliant face turned red.

    Song Zhaodi was really happy: "Just kidding you. It's your dad's job to wash the dishes, you can't rob him. When he's not at home, you can do it again. It saves him from not coming home all day long. , come home like an uncle, go to sleep when you are full, eat when you wake up, wipe your mouth after eating and leave."

    "Mother, I'll go upstairs first." This mother, he really can't afford it. Without waiting for Song Zhaodi to speak, Zi Li took ink and a brush and left.

    Song Zhaodi heard from Mrs. Duan that Liu Ping brought her object back in a few days, and she thought she would get November anyway. Unexpectedly, just in October, Liu Ping brought people back.

    October 11th, in the morning, Song Zhaodi was planting leeks, and several children were lying under the porch to do their homework, and heard Zi Li say, "Who is that?"

    Song Zhaodi looked at Zi Li subconsciously, and saw Zi Li holding a porcelain jar in one hand and pointing opposite with the other. Looking at the self-supporting fingers, Song Zhaodi was amused: "Your aunt Liu Ping's object."

    "Her husband?" The eldest child stood on the small bench and craned her neck to look, "He looks so good."

    Autumn is here, and the vines that originally covered the bamboo fence withered. Without the dense leaves blocking it, Song Zhaodi could see the situation in Liu's courtyard clearly: "Is it a good match for your aunt Liu Ping?"

    "What is a good match? Mother." Erwa asked.

    Song Zhaodi: "It's just two people walking together, and at first glance they look like a family. For example, me and your dad."

    "Not a good match." Erwa spit out three words, "Not like a family."

    Dawa didn't quite understand: "Then why did Aunt Liu Ping ask him to be her husband?"