Stepmother

    Several children couldn't help laughing.

    Reborn, who has always been too lazy to speak, couldn't help but say: "Mother, you are not the king of the mountain."

    Song Zhaodi nodded and agreed: "I am the marshal of our family."

    "Then what is my father?" Zhong Dawa asked with a smile.

    Zhong Jianguo: "I also want to know what I am."

    "You are the political commissar." Song Zhaodi asked, "Can you do that?"

    Zhong Jianguo was dissatisfied, and felt that it was boring to fight with Song Zhaodi, but he wanted to see Song Zhaodi too proud, so he reluctantly said: "It's okay."

    "Dad is really reluctant when he says this." Da Wa pouted, "Mom, Dad seems to be very dissatisfied with you."

    Zhong Jianguo hummed and laughed twice: "I'm even more dissatisfied with you." The voice fell, and with a click, he took off the belt from his waist.

    The five children ran away.

    Zhong Jianguo glanced at the children's backs and looked away: "I thought I wasn't afraid."

    "Are you really willing to fight?" Song Zhaodi asked.

    Zhong Jianguo: "Pumping their **** twice, it only hurts for two days, what is there to give up? I just don't want to beat them." After speaking, he turned to Song Zhaodi, "I make spinach. Fried saffron?"

    "You set fire?" Song Zhaodi asked rhetorically.

    Zhong Jianguo nodded and said as he walked into the house, "When they get older, they won't be able to put them on the stove to stir-fry vegetables and steam buns."

    "Yes." Song Zhaodi said, "Steaming a pot of steamed buns in a steel pan is not enough for the five of them."

    Zhong Jianguo: "Then ask them to go up the mountain to pick up firewood. Steam steamed buns and stir-fry vegetables in the earth pot, and the stove is used to cook porridge and steamed rice."

    "It's started now." Song Zhaodi pointed to the firewood in the kitchen, "They also realized that they ate too much, and it was hard to cook on the stove. When school was over in the afternoon, they would go around to the side of the mountain. Look for fallen firewood.

    "I think when they get bigger, you can find a long bamboo pole, tie a sickle on it, and ask them to go to the side of the mountain to break the branches. Anyway, if the stray branches on the tree are not broken off, it will also affect the tree growth."

    Zhong Jianguo: "You lead them a few times first, and tell them not to run inside. It will be uncomfortable for several days to be bitten by the poisonous snakes, insects and ants inside."

    "I know." Song Zhaodi laughed, "I have worked so hard to feed them so big, and I don't want to see them suffer more than you." In fact, Song Zhaodi is not worried about a few children. It is more stable, the big baby is disobedient, and the brothers can tie the big baby up.

    Zhong Jianguo left early in the morning and returned late, Song Zhaodi said this deliberately because he was afraid that he would think she had a big heart.

    Song Zhaodi made two pots of stir-fried spinach, and as soon as the dish came out of the pot, she handed Zhong Jianguo a pair of chopsticks: "How about it?"

    Zhong Jianguo was afraid that it would not taste good, so he put a little bit in his mouth, chewed it twice, put down his chopsticks and sat down again.

    Song Zhaodi didn't understand: "The dishes are cooked, why don't you ask them to come back for dinner, why are you sitting in front of the stove?"

    "I think you have to fry another pot." Zhong Jianguo said, "They will eat this as fried noodles."

    Song Zhaodi tasted a little bit and sighed: "I should have thought of this." After saying that, she poured all the spinach that she had reserved for tomorrow morning into the pot, and then took half a handful and sprinkled it. The child put it in, and suddenly thought, "A few children seem to have never eaten fried noodles? I remember correctly."

    Zhong Jianguo nodded: "Do you want to do it? Don't do it, I think you have to live a pot of noodles."

    "Dawa and Zili are making noodles." The two children's hands are small, and the noodles they roll out are uneven, Song Zhaodi said, "I make noodles. Anyway, there are beans, and I will make them tomorrow. noodle."

    Zhong Jianguo's face changed slightly: "I won't come back tomorrow, you can do it another day."

    "Want to go out?" Song Zhaodi asked.

    Zhong Jianguo: "Regular inspection."

    "That's right, you're not at home, let's do less." Song Zhaodi blurted out.

    Zhong Jianguo suddenly felt chest tightness and shortness of breath: "Song Zhaodi, I am your man!"

    "But you can eat more than Sanwa and I." Song Zhaodi said, "If you are not at home, I will cook less for the two of you."

    Zhong Jianguo gritted his teeth: "Believe it or not, I will go to a military court to sue you for mistreating front-line soldiers?!"

    Song Zhaodi cooperated with him and put her hands together: "I'm so scared. Please don't do this to me."

    "Pfft!"

    Song Zhaodi turned her head suddenly, a row of children stood at the door of the kitchen, coughed lightly, and said seriously, "Is it funny?"

    "It's not funny, it's not funny." Dawa put down the plate and ran behind Zireli and Reborn, "It's just funny." Before Song Zhaodi and Zhong Jianguo could speak, he said, "I'll pull the table, Move the bench."

    Song Zhaodi snorted: "Make a rectangular table tomorrow. Our small square table will not be able to sit."

    "The rectangular table is not good-looking." Zhong Jianguo imagined, "Don't think about it."

    Song Zhaodi: "Then make the table eighty centimeters high, and then make seven more. No, seven is not good, so make eight chairs."

     "Let's make ten." Zhong Jianguo said, "It sounds good if you are perfect. There will be guests here in the future, and there will be a place to sit."

    Song Zhaodi: "I heard Mrs. Duan say that the carpenters on the island are not doing well, can you do it for us?"

    "It was not good before. In recent years, people have been looking for them to work from time to time, and they have practiced it." Zhong Jianguo said, "By the way, I will make a bunk bed for Sanwa. He is too old and can't be with him anymore. Brothers are crowded."

    In 1972, the 30th day of the first month of the solar calendar, which is also the 15th day of the twelfth lunar month, Zhong Jianguo came back from the outside and did not go home, but went to the company to find a truck and went to the carpenter's house Pull the bed and table and chairs home.

    The Zhong family had made several beds before, and he pulled the bed back again. Sister-in-law Chen saw Song Zhaodi and Zhong Jianguo moving the bed down, and asked, "Does your family want to import more? "

    The couple were stunned and asked in unison, "What do you add?"

    Song Zhaodi suddenly wanted to scold people.

    Zhong Jianguo hurriedly held Song Zhaodi's hand and said with a smile: "The child is old, one bed is for each person."

    "Five beds?" Sister Chen was surprised, "I remember that your house is the same as ours. There are only three rooms upstairs that can accommodate people. Where do you make so many beds. I am so worried for you, raising so many children."

    Zhong Jianguo smiled and said, "This will not worry my sister-in-law. If my sister-in-law wants to know, come to our house tomorrow to have a look."

    "Okay." Sister-in-law Chen blurted out, agreeing very simply.

    Zhong Jianguo patted Song Zhaodi's shoulder: "It's going to rain, hurry up and move the bed in."

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    Zhong Jianguo: "I'm full."

    "I think I'm free too." After a while, "Our relatives are honest, I thought there were no more disgusting people, but I didn't expect, I didn't expect that I was still too young."

    Zhong Jianguo shook his head and laughed: "Don't care, if she talks, just treat her as a fart."

    "I ignored her? She thought I was afraid. Besides, why should I bear her." Song Zhaodi glared at Zhong Jianguo, "Which country are you from?"

    Zhong Jianguo: "I'm in bed with you."

    "Go away!" Song Zhaodi laughed and scolded him in anger, and couldn't help sighing, "I rushed to join the army in the forest tomorrow, and there are only her and Head Lin left at home. The clothes are easy to wash, and if you have nothing to do, you should stare at our house all day." After a pause, "It's more annoying than the **** in our village."

    Zhong Jianguo smiled and said, "Dog Dan's mother is not as obsessive as Mrs. Chen. That woman is not particular, and her words are not pleasing to the ears, but what do people say."

    "It would be great if the courtyard walls could be built higher." Song Zhaodi said, "Unfortunately, these houses were built by your troops. We can only live there and have no right to change them."

    Zhong Jianguo thought about it carefully, "It's not impossible. Tomorrow I'll knock a few nails on the wall, pull a few wires into the fence wall, and plant a creeper, and it will be in two years. An extra natural barrier."

    "This method is good." Song Zhaodi's eyes were filled with joy, "Can you get a creeper?"

    Zhong Jianguo: "Find someone to ask. There are so many people in our army, someone must know."

    "Unfortunately, their family is grown up in the forest." Song Zhaodi said, "Even if the big baby is hanging around in front of the forest with fried chicken legs, the forest is too embarrassed to make trouble with his mother."

    Zhong Jianguo smiled and said, "The forest has grown up, and the nephew and niece of the forest have also grown up."

    Song Zhaodi didn't react for a while, and when she wanted to understand, she couldn't believe it: "Captain Zhong, how did you become so bad?"

    "Madam taught me well." Zhong Jianguo blurted out.

    Song Zhaodi kicked him.

    Zhong Jianguo hurriedly dodged: "Don't make trouble, put the bed up quickly, a few children are still waiting."

    After the exam on Friday, the school will be closed. It just happened to be Sunday. Because of the bad weather, Song Zhaodi was afraid of rain or snow, so she didn't dare to ask her children to go out to play. She was at home at the moment.

    The gate of Zhong's house is small, and the truck can't get in. Zhong Jianguo parked the car outside and called Song Zhaodi to come out and help. A few children lay upstairs and saw what was in the truck, and ran downstairs with Song Zhaodi.

    Song Zhaodi hurried them up to clean up the room, but the room was cleaned up, but the parents didn't come up, Sanwa lay on the stairs and shouted down: "Mother, Dad, hurry up."

    "Come on." Song Zhaodi went upstairs, helped Zhong Jianguo to install the bed, and brought up the small square table where he used to eat, leaving the child to do his homework, and only then did he put what Sister Chen said just now. , to the five children.

    Song Zhaodi's voice fell, and she asked, "Mother, what are you going to do with her?"

    "On the morning of the second day of the new year, clean up the room and I'll invite her to come and have a look." Song Zhaodi said.

    He frowned: "That's it?"

    "That's enough." Song Zhaodi sneered, "If I don't disturb their house, I'm not—"

    Zhong Jianguo said quickly, "Isn't it Song Zhaodi?"

    Song Zhaodi's face changed slightly, damn, she almost said her real name: "It's not your mother." He glanced at the five children.

    Zhong Dawa couldn't help but gear up: "Mother, how do we need to cooperate?"

    "Look how excited you are." Song Zhaodi rubbed his head, "I'll know when the time comes."

    The eldest sister in the forest is married to Hangzhou City, and the second and third sisters are married to the next island. Due to the inconvenience of travel, Sister-in-law Chen prefers sons over daughters, so that the three sisters rarely return to their parents’ homes throughout the year, or Said he didn't want to come back.

    On the second day of the new year, the three sisters of the Lin family will definitely come back.

    On the second day of the Lunar New Year, God is very generous, the weather is sunny and cloudless. After breakfast, Song Zhaodi ordered several children to carry the newly made rectangular dining table to the corridor.

    The children were lying on the table doing their homework, Song Zhaodi sat on the chair to bask in the sun, and stared at the Chen family next door.

    After ten o'clock, Zhong Dawa put down the brush, peeked at Song Zhaodi, and ran into the house.

    "What are you doing? Zhong Dawa." Song Zhaodi asked slowly.

    The big baby stopped suddenly: "Are you pretending to sleep? Mother."

    Hooked her head and glanced at her: "Mother didn't even open her eyes."

    The baby is back.

    Song Zhaodi slowly opened her eyes, proving that she was not pretending.

    "How do you know it's me? Mother." Dawa was very curious, "You didn't even open your eyes."

    Song Zhaodi: "Whatever your brothers and sisters want to do, they will tell me. Tell me, what are you doing in the house?"

    "I'm thirsty, and I want to soak in wheat milk essence." The big baby asked eagerly, "I also want to eat a toffee, can you? Mother."

    Song Zhaodi: "Yes. But you can't eat alone."

    "No one thought about it." Dawa said.

    Song Zhaodi waved her hand: "Go."

    "Me too?" Sanwa said to Dawa, looking at Song Zhaodi.

    Song Zhaodi nodded: "Let's also go for self-reliance and rebirth."

    Self-reliance and rehabilitation follow. The baby didn't move.

    Song Zhaodi was curious: "You don't want to eat it?"

    "Brother Zili will help me get it." Erwa put down the brush and picked up the paper on the table, "Mother, can you see what I drew?"

    Song Zhaodi looked over: "Orchid?"

    "What kind of bluegrass?" Erwa turned over and looked at it, and there was no mistake, "Leek. Didn't mother see it?"

    Song Zhaodi patted her forehead: "I forgot that you have never seen an orchid, so it is impossible to draw it." After a while, "Why do you suddenly remember to draw a leek?"

    "I practice painting, and I will paint it on clothes later." Erwa said, "Mother, when will you teach me how to make clothes?"

    Song Zhaodi raised her eyebrows: "You are only seven years old."

    "I will be eight years old in a few months." Erwa came over and took Song Zhaodi's hand, "You said, what I want to learn, you teach me. Mother, You teach my brother to cook, and you have to teach me to make clothes."

    Song Zhaodi thought about it: "When it gets hot tomorrow, when my mother makes you summer clothes, I will teach you to make them."

    "I just made it last year." Zhong Erwa was puzzled, "The clothes are still new."

    Song Zhaodi pinched his little face: "You guys are growing taller again, the clothes from last year can't be worn this year, so they have to be dismantled and re-sewed - Hey, when did the eldest sister in the forest come, I Why didn't you see it. Erba, let's talk about the clothes later." He took off the woolen blanket covering his legs and walked out.

    "Why are you going, mother?" Erwa followed, "Wait for me."

    Song Zhaodi walked to the fence and asked with a smile, "Is there a guest at my sister-in-law's house?"

    "Yes." Sister Chen turned around when she heard the voice, thinking that Song Zhaodi didn't know, pointed to the woman beside her, "This is the eldest sister in the forest. She married the year you came to the island. Going out, I have been busy with work in the past few years, and I don't come back often, so you haven't seen it before."

    Song Zhaodi had seen the three sisters in Lin Zhong, but she was too lazy to explain, so she deliberately pretended not to know: "Have you just arrived?"

    "It's been a while." The woman in her twenties but with a figure in her thirties said with a smile, "It's almost noon, and the second and third sisters haven't come yet. , come out and have a look."

    Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "It should be almost there." After saying that, she glanced in the direction of the pier and saw a group of people coming here. Due to the distance, it was impossible to see the person coming, but Song Zhaodi said, "It may be there."

    Sister Chen and her eldest daughter hurried out, squinted for a while, and couldn't help saying, "It's really true. Xiao Song, your eyes are so good."

    "You're young." Song Zhaodi opened the door and walked to her side, "I won't be as old as you."

    Sister Chen took a breath and opened her mouth to say, Xiao Song, can you speak? New Year's Eve, what do you mean? When the words came to her lips, she thought about it carefully. Song Zhaodi was right, and smiled awkwardly: "Yes, I'm old and useless."

    "Yeah. However, your daughters are all grown up." Song Zhaodi said, "I can't move in the future, they will take care of you. It's not like me, raising a litter of bastards."