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Chapter 15
Chapter 15
Zhong Jianguo had already expected this kind of reaction from the two of them, and he was not affected at all, and continued, "It's not that I don't trust Song Zhaodi."
"Then you also ask me to send someone to investigate her." Master Liu didn't understand, "Is there something wrong with Song Zhaodi? It stands to reason that the ancestors have been digging food in the soil for generations. It is more difficult for the Song family to train a college student than to ascend to 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 a good bamboo shoots out, so 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 parents' house was a mountain nest. Wo, there are not many people who can read, who taught 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, and the villagers in Xiaosong Village are more enlightened than ordinary farmers. There are not many people who can read. Song Zhaodi's father is a farmer and a barefoot doctor who can read and write."
"That's 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's fine for the time being. It's just that she has learned a lot in the three years at Binhai University. I'm afraid that she has learned too much and mixed some bad things. I will teach it to a few children tomorrow."
"Three years?" Political Commissar Zhang wondered, "I remember that the university is not a three-year system, so she didn't graduate?"
Zhong Jianguo said: "Last year there was a revolution, students did not attend classes, and the school was forced to suspend classes. Song Zhaodi went home to help the family work, and she was tanned and thin. My stepmother thought she was a local girl who had never been out of Hongya Town. introduced to me."
"It's a big bargain for you." Master Liu replied, and then he couldn't help but look at him, "This kind of good thing can make you catch up, Xiao Zhong, you are the son of God."
Political commissar Zhang wanted to be envious, but Zhong Jianguo's good fortune made him too lazy to envy him, "You still have to check 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 am not at ease."
"Don't Xiao Song know about this?" Master Liu affirmed, "There is no impermeable wall in the world. Even if I send my personal 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 happy. sad."
Zhong Jianguo thought to himself, that's because you don't know how much my new daughter-in-law's heart is. She was angry for two days at most: "I explained to her that it was necessary for political review."
"Who married a daughter-in-law and even checked what knowledge the daughter-in-law learned in school?" Master Liu pointed at him and said, "I think you are the only one who builds the country."
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, and there are more than ten teachers. Who has Song Zhaodi's high education? No. If Comrade Song Zhaodi does not have any problems, I suggest to let him She was 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 quite believe it: "Is it so powerful?"
"If you don't believe me, can you go there yourself?" Master Liu said smoothly.
Political commissar Zhang thought about it seriously: "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. Master, will you go to sea in a few days?"
"You just came back, and there is another person at home. I sent a group to go." Master Liu said, "It's not likely that you will 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 can't be stopped."
Zhong Jianguo: "I know, it will start in the afternoon."
Song Zhaodi returned home and saw that the duck was alive, her head started to hurt again: "Xiao Li, can you kill the duck?"
"No." Xiao Li said honestly, "Sister-in-law, I only bought ten breeding 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. However, the chickens and ducks raised by the villagers must be turned over to part of the production team. The chickens and ducks raised by the family members of the military do not need to be turned over, only so many are allowed."
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 guard of the regiment commander and can't leave for too long."
Song Zhaodi thought about it: "That's right. Then go back quickly."
"Sister-in-law, the board is under the eaves of the porch." Xiao Li pointed to Song Zhaodi, "If the head of the regiment doesn't go out in the afternoon, I'll come back and fix the board for you."
Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "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." When Xiaoli was far away, she asked, "Big baby, Erwa, can I play with my brother?"
"Where to play?" Zhong Dawa helped Mrs. 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, picked two brightly colored shirts with worn cuffs, and immediately took them apart and put them together into a piece of cloth, which was laid directly under the porch. Here, I'm going to meet up."
"Don't be a duck?" Zhong Dawa hurriedly asked.
Song Zhaodi was quite surprised. When she went to the camp from Zhong Jianguo, her cheap eldest son didn't take the initiative to talk to her. He actually said, "The ducks have to be dehaired to kill them. It's too late in the afternoon. I'll do it in the afternoon."
"You, you go." Zhong Dawa waved her little hand.
Song Zhaodi smiled, went upstairs to get two big white rabbit toffee, made a big bowl of malted milk, and handed him the spoon and candy: "Give one to my brother, if you are thirsty, drink the malted milk."
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, the big baby was peeling candy with her head down, shook her head and smiled, and went to the kitchen to make noodles.
Liu Ling can only eat, not cook. The original owner can cook, and with a soul who can eat very well, the "garlic lettuce" that makes Zhong Jianguo's appetite open, is a home-cooked stir-fry here in Song Zhaodi, who has changed the core.
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-in-law Duan walked to the door of Zhong's house, just in time to see Song Zhaodi hoeing the ground with her hoe: "It's such a hot day, why don't you wait until the afternoon to turn the ground?"
"Get it done before it rains, and then the rain will come down and soak the ground. Tomorrow will happen to plant vegetables." At about eleven o'clock, the outdoor temperature was 27 to 8 degrees, and Liu Ling himself would definitely not be able to 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 in our family, 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 water well, I'll wash it later." Song Zhaodi glanced at Sister-in-law Duan's hands and couldn't help but say, "My sister-in-law grows a lot of vegetables and is afraid of getting old, so pick them up. Pickled cucumbers, sour beans, Pickled cabbage, keep it for you to eat in winter."
Sister-in-law 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 jar of each pickle is enough for us to eat until next spring."
Seeing this, Song Zhaodi was relieved: "Call me when my sister-in-law picks up tomorrow's pickles, and give me a share. I like to eat."
"Okay." Sister-in-law Duan has to do every day 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 speech, so she didn't like to come over three or five times.
She learned from her lover, Master Liu, that Song Zhaodi was from the countryside like her. Sister Duan was very happy. She was not angry when Song Zhaodi asked for food. pick."
Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "Okay, sister-in-law."
"Whenever the land will be cleaned up, don't suffer from heat stroke." Sister-in-law Duan couldn't help but mutter when she saw her blushing, "I'm afraid of delaying the planting of vegetables, so I'll ask Xiao Zhong to clean up when Xiao Zhong comes back."
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 this daughter-in-law of Zhong Jianguo would live a good life.
Song Zhaodi looked at the cucumbers and tomatoes by the well, and turned to her cheap son: "Da Wa, your Aunt Duan was so good before?"
"Okay." Zhong Dawa stared straight at the tomatoes, "I'm hungry."
Song Zhaodi followed the child's line of sight and said, "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, but she managed to hold back her laughter and repaired 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.
"Alright?" 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."
Da Wa raised her head and glared at her, 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."
"It's so good!" Song Zhaodi praised.
After the meal, Song Zhaodi put the two benches on the first floor together, took off the mattress of Zhong Jianguo's bed and brought it downstairs, and let the three children sit on the chairs to play.
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's stomach.
There is no need to worry about the child's crying or any accident. Song Zhaodi works without distractions, 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, but he really bought Song Zhaodi a duck that was three or four years old. Song Zhaodi was afraid that the stew would not rot, so she filled the pot with water and let it simmer slowly.
The duck was stewed, and the steamed buns could not be steamed without the noodles, but both the original owner and Liu Ling were the masters who couldn’t sit still, so he simply took out all the children’s clothes. It's five o'clock.
Song Zhaodi estimated that the duck was almost done, and began to clean up the needle and thread basket. 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 the 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 before eating." As he spoke, he picked up scissors and went to the yard to cut off all the chrysanthemums that had bloomed.
Zhong Dawa was anxious and opened her mouth to speak of a bad woman. When she realized that the bad woman was helping him sew clothes again, 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. If there is no firewood, add two more pieces. Do you understand?"
Zhong Dawa nodded: "I learned it."
Liu Ling is not a patient person, but she chose several children 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. Zhong Dawa looked at the firewood for a while and looked at her for a while.
When the aroma of the 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 Dawa go to Liu next door? Uncle's family to borrow some?"
Zhong Dawa nodded.
Song Zhaodi smiled slightly: "The baby is really good." Give him a small bowl, "Tell my aunt that half a bowl is fine, we will use it for cooking."
"Understood." Zhong Dawa ran out holding the bowl 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, he couldn't believe it, and deliberately asked, "Who is she?"
"Stepmother." The big baby finished and 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 fires?" the child hurriedly asked.
Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "No need, let's play with my brother."
"Okay." Zhong Dawa didn't look for the two younger brothers in the living room, but dragged the small square table and bench for dinner to the middle of the living room.
When Zhong Jianguo came back, he was shocked to see his eldest son walking out with a steamed bun. He hurried 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: "When his mother was there, he wouldn't move when he was told to use chopsticks. 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 rolled her eyes at her: "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 ever 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, and 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 caught a glimpse of Zhong Dawa standing at the door, "Dad, Aunt Duan gave us a lot of dishes today, and lent us soy beans. Do you think we should send them to us? What's up with her?"
Zhong Dawa frowned and thought: "Well, steamed buns?"
"I want to give her eight flowers." Song Zhaodi fried nineteen yellow chrysanthemums and put them on two plates when they were served. "If you don't agree, then we will give her steamed buns. Although I think Sister DuanI love flowers."
Zhong Jianguo heard the fog in the clouds: "What chrysanthemum? What steamed bun?"
"Auntie likes flowers." Zhong Dawa was very reluctant to see the golden chrysanthemums 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 carry it over there."
"What is this?" Seeing that his new wife and eldest son ignored him, Zhong Jianguo simply walked over and pinched it.
Zhong Dawa slapped the back of his father's hand: "No pinching."