Chapter 11 The Wife Has a Problem

Zhong Jianguo was speechless and couldn't understand: "Why?"

"I'll live in after your room is cleaned up." Song Zhaodi glanced at the wall.

Zhong Jianguo followed her gaze, a trace of embarrassment flashed on his face: "Yes, it was my negligence."

"You didn't expect me to come with you. It's normal for you not to clean up in advance. I don't blame you." Song Zhaodi has no relationship with Zhong Jianguo, and marrying him is just to find someone to live with, it really doesn't matter, "Put things away first. , give them a bath and change clothes again?"

Zhong Jianguo nodded: "I'll go down and boil water later. There is a wooden basin in the north house, and the dirty clothes are thrown into the basin first, and I wash them at night. There is a pressurized water well in the yard, the toilet is at the back of the building, and the washbasin is on the first floor. Under the eaves of the porch, Pancreas is also there."

"Understood." Song Zhaodi said, "I can't find anything to ask you when I look back."

Zhong Jianguo let out an "um" and wanted to go back to the house to change his clothes. He walked to the door and turned back to the east guest room to make the bed for Song Zhaodi.

Zhong Dawa looked at his father, and then at his stepmother who seemed to be a different person. He didn't dare to bear any more, and ran to his father's side and whispered, "Dad, I want to eat a big white rabbit."

"You can only eat one a day, and I've already eaten it today." Zhong Jianguo said to Song Zhaodi as he made the bed, "Children can't eat too much sugar. I'm not at home in the future, so you can't get used to them."

"No." Song Zhaodi said, "The three of them are your sons. I will teach you how to raise them."

Zhong Jianguo frowned slightly: "The three of them are also your sons. You, don't treat yourself as an outsider, we will be a family in the future. As long as you are right, whether you beat them or scold them, I have no problem."

"Dad!" Zhong Dawa stared, "Are you going to become a stepfather?"

Zhong Jianguo raised his hand and flicked his forehead: "No matter how naughty you are, if your mother doesn't beat you, I'll beat you with a belt."

Zhong Dawa suddenly fainted.

"Erwa, what's wrong?" Song Zhaodi noticed Erwa rubbing her belly out of the corner of her eye, realizing that she had neglected the second child.

Zhong Erwa subconsciously glanced at Zhong Jianguo.

When Zhong Jianguo heard Song Zhaodi's words, he just looked back: "What's wrong?"

"I'm hungry." Zhong Erwa said weakly.

Zhong Jianguo put on the quilt, folded the quilt into tofu cubes, and picked up the second baby: "Let's cook now." When he spoke, he looked at Song Zhaodi, no problem.

Song Zhaodi: "I'm hungry too. You bathe the three of them, and I cook."

"Okay." Binhai in October has entered late autumn, and Wengzhou Island in October is still very hot. Song Zhaodi and Zhong Jianguo were wearing long trousers and long jackets. They didn't feel the heat when they were transferring boats in Shencheng, and they were sweating profusely when they arrived at Wengzhou Island. Zhong Jianguo smelled the strange smell on Song Zhaodi's body, and also smelled the bad smell on his body, so he went to the first floor with a bucket to press the water.

Song Zhaodi put the sleeping third child on the bench in the living room and asked Dawa and Erwa to look at him, then rolled up their sleeves to wash their hands.

The stove in the Zhong family's kitchen is an earthen stove, and Song Zhaodi left the large pot to Zhong Jianguo to boil water, ready to use a small pot for cooking.

Open the cabinet, there are rice, noodles, eggs, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and only these things. Song Zhaodi asked Zhong Jianguo, who came in with the water, "Are there any vegetables?"

"There should be more." Zhong Jianguo said, "Go and have a look in the yard."

The Zhong family building is about 200 square meters, and the outside yard is 70 to 80 square meters. It is surrounded by bamboo and looks like a small villa from a distance.

Song Zhaodi came in with Zhong Jianguo before, and after taking a cursory look at it, she couldn't help but praise herself—that's right.

When they got to the yard, Song Zhaodi was dumbfounded. In such a big yard, all flowers and plants were grown? Song Zhaodi didn't believe in evil, and only found a few amaranths.

Song Zhaodi bent down, stretched out her hand halfway and stopped, instead of pulling the amaranth, she took off all the leaves of the amaranth.

Song Zhaodi straightened up and looked around, unable to help but sigh. Then take a bamboo sieve and wash vegetables by the water well.

"Is there a fire now?" Zhong Jianguo asked when she saw her coming in.

Song Zhaodi originally wanted to find some green onions, but she didn't even find any green onion leaves. Song Zhaodi wanted to ask Zhong Jianguo if your family didn't open fire before: "burn it." As he spoke, he poured two scoops of water into a small pot, and then beat three eggs in three bowls.

"What are you doing?" Zhong Jianguo was curious.

Song Zhaodi: "You don't have anything at home. Let's eat white noodles and make three bowls of steamed eggs for your three sons."

Zhong Jianguo frowned: "Don't always belong to my family, it will also be yours in the future."

"Okay." Liu Ling also likes flowers and plants. After she became Song Zhaodi, she didn't lose her liking, as long as she had enough food and clothing. As for the actual situation, she wanted to buy four bags of milk powder for Sanwa, but hesitated for nearly ten minutes or just bought two bags, because she was afraid that she would run out of money and go back to the island and the family would have to tighten their belts to live.

Liu Ling was not so aggrieved when he was the poorest in his last life. For the first time in his past life and this life, Liu Ling told himself that the days in the future would get better and better. However, she was careful in Shencheng, and the Zhong family on Wengzhou Island did not even plant a single green onion. As long as he thought that he would have to buy green onions in the future, Liu Ling couldn't help but have a headache.

When Zhong Jianguo returned to his home, he relaxed. It was better to be attentive when he was in Xiaosong Village. After listening to Song Zhaodi's wrong voice, he noticed that she seemed unhappy: "Are you tired? Tell me what to do, I will do it."

"No." Song Zhaodi said, "I'm fine." Put the drawer in the pot, and put the three bowls with water and sesame oil into it, "The water in the pot should be boiled."

Zhong Jianguo frowned, seeing Song Zhaodi going to make noodles again, thinking about it for a while, and finally said nothing.

At about five o'clock, Song Zhaodi took a shower and went upstairs wearing short sleeves and big pants. She saw Zhong Jianguo walking back and forth with Sanwa in his arms: "Give it to me, you go take a bath."

Seeing that there was no smile on Song Zhaodi's face, Zhong Jianguo sighed and turned to go downstairs.

Song Zhaodi made a face at his back, went to the room on the west side, opened the door and saw that the eldest baby and the second baby were already asleep, so she found a towel blanket on the stomachs of the two children, and then went out with the third baby in her arms: "Little baby. Guy, both brothers are sleeping, why are you still not sleeping?"

The child slept for a long time, but he was not sleepy at the moment. Seeing Song Zhaodi talking to him, he stretched out his hand and made random gestures.

Song Zhaodi couldn't understand, so she taught the child to call her mother.

The child made an "ah" sound, and saliva flowed out.

Song Zhaodi turned around and wanted to get the paper. She walked to the side and stopped: "Paper has to be saved. Forget it, I'll make you some more bibs tomorrow." Looking up and seeing the lush greenery in the yard, Song Zhaodi's head hurts. A little bit of Sanwa's little face: "Your mother is really a lady."

Zhong Jianguo went downstairs, and while he filled the water, he carefully recalled whether he had made Song Zhaodi angry.

When Song Zhaodi talked to Ma Zhonghua, she spoke Mandarin in a fluent Mandarin without any Binhai accent? He had just spoken to Song Zhaodi, and Song Zhaodi's Mandarin did not have a Binhai accent either.

The more Zhong Jianguo thought about it, the more strange it became. There was no TV set or radio in Xiaosong Village. Song Zhaodi, a peasant girl who had never been to Hongya Town, who did she learn Mandarin from?

After taking a quick battle bath, Zhong Jianguo put on big pants and a vest and ran upstairs: "Zhao Di, I think we should talk."

"I want to talk to you too." Song Zhaodi said, "The most important thing right now is not that we can talk frankly, but that you don't even have a green onion at home. What will you eat tomorrow morning? White rice porridge or white steamed buns? They What do you three eat? Keep eating egg custard."

Zhong Jianguo choked and murmured, "What do you think you need to buy, I'll buy it now."

Song Zhaodi sighed: "Go find a pen and some paper."

When Zhong Jianguo's original wife was alive, his wife bought the firewood, rice, oil, salt, onion, ginger and garlic. After his wife's death, Zhong Jianguo has been eating in the cafeteria. He didn't know what to buy at home. Even if there are many problems in the heart, in the face of life crisis, those are nothing.

Song Zhaodi handed the third baby to him, took the notebook and pen: "When the third baby's mother gave birth to the third baby, if you were not at home, how did she take care of the eldest baby and the second baby?"

"My mother-in-law took care of her for the first two months." Zhong Jianguo said, "The eldest baby and the second baby are obedient, and the third baby occasionally cries constantly, and I happen to be away from home. I am the wife of Master Liu next door, and Sister-in-law Duan helps her. "

Song Zhaodi asked while writing, "Why doesn't Dawa like his grandma?"

"Ponder sons over daughters." Zhong Jianguo thought of his mother-in-law, and his forehead throbbed, "No matter what the eldest mother buys for several children, the old lady will secretly hide most of them and send them to the eldest child. Baby's uncle's family."

Song Zhaodi clicked her tongue: "It's patriarchal enough. I know why Dawa doesn't like his grandma. Should you tell me now how Dawa's mother got there?"

There are many people on the island, and Zhong Jianguo never thought to hide Song Zhaodi: "Dawa's grandmother used to be a servant in a wealthy family in Shencheng, and Dawa's grandfather wrote bad articles when she was working in a newspaper office. Last year, Shanghai broke out. 'Revolution', the old couple was investigated.

"Dawa's uncle and aunt are workers, and their children are proletarians. The problem with the old couple is not that big. Those people didn't treat them too harshly. Just send a telegram and tell Dawa's mother to pick her up."

"Pick her up?" Song Zhaodi's hand paused, "How can I pick her up when those people are staring at her? Your former daughter-in-law won't really go, will she?"

Zhong Jianguo: "I didn't tell her to go, she said she couldn't tell, but she didn't give up her mind. I guessed that I was about to return from the sea, so I entrusted the three children to Sister Duan, took money and clothes and left.

"She planned to take the train from Hangzhou to Shencheng. When she arrived in Hangzhou, it rained heavily and the train couldn't leave, so she came back. But when she got out of the train station, a typhoon blew, and that's it."

"What?" Song Zhaodi didn't understand, "Was it blown away by the typhoon?"

Zhong Jianguo sighed: "It was the downed tree that hit her."

"That's really..." Song Zhaodi didn't know what to say, "How did you know?"

Zhong Jianguo: "We hurried back when we received the news of a typhoon. When I got home, she had only left for a long time. I settled down with my three children and planned to find her. There was also a strong wind here, and the boat could not sail.

"Two days later, the wind stopped. I thought it was time for her to go to Shencheng, and I received a telegram from the old lady urging Dawa's mother to pick her up. Only then did I realize that something had happened to her. It took several days to find out when I went to Hangcheng to check. , I could barely recognize her when I found her. If I hadn't found the ticket in her pocket, I wouldn't be sure she was going to Shencheng. "

"Big baby's grandmother knew that her daughter died because of her, and didn't tell you to take care of the three of them for you?" Song Zhaodi continued to ask after seeing Zhong Jianguo not feeling very sad.

Zhong Jianguo sneered: "Dawa's mother died on the street. She was afraid that I would trouble her. On the day Dawa's mother was cremated, no one from their family dared to come."

"Daddy's mother didn't know there was a typhoon when she left?" Song Zhaodi didn't know how to evaluate Zhong Jianguo's superb mother-in-law, so she simply changed the subject.

Zhong Jianguo: "We moved here last summer. At that time, we encountered a typhoon and it only rained for a few days. She probably had a fluke and felt that there would be no strong winds."

"She is also unlucky." Song Zhaodi sighed and returned the book to him, "You will be away from home often in the future, I will take the three of them alone, and it is impossible to feed them one by one. You can ask a carpenter to help me make three chairs, and then Make a small bed for the third baby, the older baby and the second baby sit on chairs to eat by themselves, and when the third baby falls asleep, the small bed is placed next to me, and I can do other things."

Zhong Jianguo saw that the drawings in the book were more standard than what he drew with a ruler. He was shocked, and his face remained calm: "What else is there other than a chair and a bed?"

"Buy some green cabbage and cabbage first, and then buy some seeds." Song Zhaodi said, "The weather here is very hot, and you should be able to grow vegetables before winter comes. Buy some more rapeseeds, and I will take the ones in the yard tomorrow. Clean up the ground, plant all the vegetables and serve them, and you won’t have to buy vegetables in the future.”

Zhong Jianguo nodded: "Is there any more?"

"So much for the time being." Song Zhaodi said, "Give me the three babies, you can go."

Zhong Jianguo went out of the house, instead of going to the supply and marketing agency on the island, he went straight to the military camp with the blueprint. Go to the office, push the door and go in, "Old Zhang—"

"Captain?" The man in his forties stood up suddenly, "When did you come back?"

Zhong Jianguo: "I just came back. I remember that a few carpenters in our regiment did a good job and helped me make three chairs and a bed." He handed the book to Political Commissar Zhang.

Political commissar Zhang took it subconsciously: "This broken island doesn't even have a decent carpenter" He lowered his head and opened his eyes wide as he spoke, "Did you draw? When did you have such skills, why don't I know? What? When did you learn?"

"What kind of skill is this?" Zhong Jianguo said modestly, staring at Political Commissar Zhang's expression.

Political commissar Zhang's eyes widened: "This is not a skill? My old Zhang has never been to a university, but I have been to a private school, and I don't want to draw a chair like this in three or five years. Head of the regiment, I have enough to hide. deep."

Zhong Jianguo's eyes darkened, it seemed that Song Zhaodi was hiding a lot of things from him: "It wasn't me, it was painted by my newly married daughter-in-law."

Political commissar Zhang wanted to say, isn't your daughter-in-law dead? When he said that, he suddenly thought that Zhong Jianguo had been away for seven or eight days, just to find a mother for his three children: "I heard from the teacher that the girl you went back to see is a rural girl, she has Such a big deal?"

"She's very capable." Zhong Jianguo smiled, "I still have something to do at home, I'll leave it to you."

Political commissar Zhang grabbed Zhong Jianguo and said, "Don't worry, isn't your daughter-in-law a village girl?"

"Yes." Zhong Jianguo recalled Song Zhaodi's changes, "She is a village girl with a college question. I'll talk about it tomorrow. My family doesn't even have a leaf of vegetables, so I have to go shopping."

Commissar Zhang let go and couldn't help but say, "Why is your luck so good?"

"It's good." Zhong Jianguo smiled and walked out of the office, sighing to the sky, I hope it wasn't a disaster.