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Chapter 30
Chapter 30
One step and three steps, Zhong Jianguo disappeared on the stairs in a blink of an eye.
Zhong Dawa rubbed his eyes vigorously, his father didn't have wings. How can run so fast? No matter what, have to pick up the vegetables.
In difficult years, children know that they can't waste things without the explanation of their elders. Song Zhaodi once told several children that food should not be wasted. The eldest child was also afraid that Song Zhaodi would get angry. She picked up the basin, bent down, and picked it up with a chomp. wanted to turn around and go home.
The eldest child looked up and saw the second floor. His mother was so sick that she couldn't get out of bed, and her face was particularly ugly. It was almost like his own mother, so she couldn't make her tired anymore.
After thinking for a while, the big baby turned around and filled a basin of water. noticed that there were rotten vegetable leaves by the water well, guess Dad broke it off, picked it up and threw it into the duck pen.
Song Zhaodi felt her body vacated, opened her eyes and found that she was being held by Zhong Jianguo, frowning slightly: "What are you doing?"
Zhong Jianguo paused in footsteps, lowered his head to meet Song Zhaodi's eyes, and was stunned.
Song Zhaodi touched her face subconsciously. Could it be that there was too much eye mucus scaring Zhong Jianguo? He patted Zhong Jianguo's arm and reminded him, "What's the matter with you?"
"Are you all right?" Zhong Jianguo asked in a low voice, afraid that a louder voice would stun Song Zhaodi.
Seeing his cautious face, Song Zhaodi didn't understand what he was doing. She couldn't just take her down to cook: "I'm dizzy, hurry up and put me down. Cough...cough..."
Zhong Jianguo hurriedly put her on the bed, touched her forehead, and snorted, "Why is it so hot? Are you sick? No, yes, you are sick, no, what does the eldest baby say you can't do?"
"What is it?" Zhong Jianguo spoke too quickly, and Song Zhaodi's head became even more dizzy, "What does it have to do with Dawa?"
Zhong Jianguo didn't answer, turned around and opened the drawer to find the antipyretic medicine Bai Hua bought when he was still alive, and stuffed it into Song Zhaodi regardless of whether it was expired or not. He immediately went to find a thermos, poured a glass of water back, and urged, "Hurry up and take the medicine." He brought the porcelain jar to Song Zhaodi's mouth.
Song Zhaodi saw his fingers trembling, but he didn't seem to realize it. When he looked up, he saw Zhong Jianguo's eyes full of nervousness, but he pretended to be calm. With a thought, Zhong Jianguo wouldn't mean to her... Thinking of this, Song Zhaodi sighed slightly: " The water is too hot, I'll eat it later." After a while, "Give me the jar."
"Oh, good." Zhong Jianguo handed out the porcelain jar subconsciously. Seeing that she could still hold the cup, it didn't look like she had run out of oil and the lamp was dry, and her thumping heart finally calmed down. Sitting down on the bed, he took a deep breath: "I, as soon as I entered the house with the vegetables, the eldest child told me that you were not good enough. I thought you, you..."
"Think I'm about to die?" Song Zhaodi felt that the porcelain jar was hot, and put her hand on the bed. "The eldest child may be trying to say that I'm too sick, but she panicked and said that she couldn't do it."
Zhong Jianguo calmed down and guessed this, but when he thought that he was so panicked that his heart was about to pick it out, he wanted to immediately catch the little bastard Zhong Dawa and beat him up. However, the top priority is to figure out: "I was in good spirits when I was arguing with me last night. Why did I fall ill overnight? Is it because Sanwa didn't sleep honestly and kicked the quilt in the middle of the night."
Song Zhaodi didn't want to speak, she shook her head: "I caught a cold in the shower."
"Then you rest." Zhong Jianguo said, "I'll go back to school to ask for leave for you."
Song Zhaodi shook her head: "No. You let me sleep for a while, and I'll be fine in a while."
"I really don't need to go to the hospital?" Zhong Jianguo and Song Zhaodi have known each other for five months. Song Zhaodi has always felt alive to Zhong Jianguo, especially when arguing with her, his voice is not high but he is full of domineering, which makes Zhong Jianguo always think of her. Even more powerful than men, I didn't expect to get sick.
Zhong Jianguo used to think that there is no need to take medicine for minor illnesses such as headache and fever, just fill half a bottle of hot water. Seeing her face is not good, he couldn't help but say: "If you don't want to move, I will ask a doctor to come to the house to show you. Look?"
"Don't." Song Zhaodi said, "You hurry up to cook and let me clean up for a while. By the way, Sanwa wakes up and takes him out to pee."
Zhong Jianguo nodded, picked up Sanwa lying between him and Song Zhaodi, walked to the door with Sanwa's clothes and couldn't help but stop: "If you feel uncomfortable, you must call me."
Song Zhaodi waved her hand in annoyance.
Zhong Jianguo gently closed the door, and when he saw Erwa was still sleeping in the west room, he ignored him. Carrying the third baby to the yard, Zhong Jianguo frowned when he didn't see the big baby, and the bear child realized that he had said the wrong thing and escaped?
"Dad, the match is gone."
Zhong Dawa's voice came from the room. Zhong Jianguo turned around and saw Dawa holding an empty matchbox: "So?"
"I need some firewood." Zhong Dawa's face was full of "Are you stupid?"
Zhong Jianguo was heartbroken: "Let's play with my brother, I will cook by myself, you don't need to set the fire."
"Don't burn it, don't burn it." Zhong Dawa glanced at him, she didn't know how to cut vegetables, and her temper was not small!
Zhong Jianguo understood, and suddenly felt short of breath. But he also counted on the big baby to take care of the third baby, and if he wanted to catch him and beat him, he could only endure it.
At about 8:00, Zhong Jianguo sent his eldest son and second son to school, and transferred classes for Song Zhaodi and the teacher who taught politics, and changed the English get out of class in the morning to the afternoon.
Then he went around to the hospital again to get Song Zhaodi some cold medicine.
Song Zhaodi took the medicine and fell asleep, and woke up to find that the room was unusually quiet. Looking at the self-ranging clock on the wall, it's half past eight? No wonder my stomach is growling with hunger.
When she went to the kitchen on the first floor, she saw that the rice porridge on the stove was as thick as rice, so Song Zhaodi couldn't help rubbing her forehead, adding some boiling water to cook it again.
When Zhong Jianguo returned home, he walked into the living room and saw Song Zhaodi lying on the bench, frowning: "Why are you lying here? I'll move your class to the afternoon, and then go upstairs to sleep for a while."
"I'm hungry." Song Zhaodi caught a cold when she was busy with work in her previous life, and she always cheered up to finish her work. She didn't speak, and no one could see that she was ill, and her mental state was so bluffing.
There have been many Zhong Jianguo in this life. She doesn't move around the house. Zhong Jianguo takes care of everything. Someone shares it. Song Zhaodi relaxes subconsciously. At this moment, the whole person is languid, and the porridge is too lazy to eat on the table.
Seeing this, Zhong Jianguo hurriedly asked, "Is it bad? I've tasted it, and it's cooked."
"It's too hot." Song Zhaodi raised her eyes and saw Zhong Jianguo put Sanwa down. She had great plans to feed her porridge herself, so she sat up quickly and picked up the bowl, "Go to the camp."
Zhong Jianguo sat next to Sanwa's arm, saw the porridge in the bowl clearly, and his eyebrows jumped: "You cooked it yourself?"
"Added water." Song Zhaodi said, "My throat is a little uncomfortable, I want to drink gruel." After a while, "I'm fine, you can go."
When the tiger became a sick cat, Zhong Jianguo was worried: "I'm going to invite Aunt Liu over."
"No!" People in this era would buy some medicine if they couldn't afford it. She just had a small cold and asked others to take care of the child for her. Even if Mrs. Duan was happy, the rest of the Liu family couldn't help but say when they heard about it. She was arrogant, "you go quickly. Don't make me talk again."
Zhong Jianguo said yes, then lowered his head and said to Sanwa: "Your mother is not feeling well, you are not allowed to make trouble with your mother, do you hear me? Sanwa, if you dare to be disobedient, I will come back and beat you."
Song Zhaodi suddenly thought: "Will it infect him?"
"You two slept head to head for the night. If you are going to be transfected, you will be contagious." Zhong Jianguo said, "It's too late to separate you now. By the way, don't cook in the morning, I'll come back and cook."
Song Zhaodi nodded. When Zhong Jianguo saw that she had finished drinking, he sent her bowl to the kitchen and said, "Don't go upstairs." Then he ran upstairs to get a pillow and quilt, and took off Sanwa's shoes again. out, move another chair over, "Let him play by himself, you sleep."
Song Zhaodi was originally very moved, but seeing that he still had no intention of leaving, she waved her hand in annoyance: "Let's go quickly."
"Aunt Liu has a phone at home, call me if you have anything." Zhong Jianguo couldn't help but turn around when he got to the door.
Song Zhaodi was tired and sighed: "I see." Then she couldn't help but say to Sanwa, "Your dad can really nagging. If I die, he will nagging me to death."
When he walked to the gate, Zhong Jianguo thought that he kept the thermometer borrowed by the hospital and the medicine together. He forgot to remind Song Zhaodi and turned back. Standing at the door and hearing Song Zhaodi's words, he pursed his lips and turned around to leave.
Sanwa is still young and ignorant, but he feels that Song Zhaodi today is different from Song Zhaodi yesterday. What is being beaten? A pain in the ass.
The child watched Song Zhaodi lay down, and sat beside him playing cloth tigers by himself. I was really bored, so I lay beside Song Zhaodi, not daring to ask Song Zhaodi to lead him out.
Zhong Jianguo picked up the eldest baby and the second baby and returned home, one big and one small fell asleep wrapped in quilts.
The big baby subconsciously whispered, "Is your mother okay?"
"It's too tiring." Zhong Jianguo said, "You guys will work more for your mother in the future, don't make your mother angry, it won't be so serious when your mother is sick."
Song Zhaodi can make clothes and shoes, grow vegetables, raise chickens and ducks, speak fluent English, and most importantly, cook delicious food.
When Zhong Dawa was very disappointed with Bai Hua in the past, her imaginary mother was Song Zhaodi. Even on the way back, she muttered in her heart not to eat the food made by his father. After hearing what Zhong Jianguo said, Zhong Dawa was reluctant to call her. Wake up Song Zhaodi: "Would you like to send my mother to the hospital? Mother will get better soon."
"No!" Zhong Jianguo said, "She is mainly tired, so she'll be fine for two days. I'm going to cook, what do you want to eat?"
Zhong Dawa thought, I want to eat more. But you can't even fry a lettuce. Do I have any other choice: "Rice, green vegetables."
"Son, are you okay?" Zhong Jianguo touched his forehead, "are you sick and have no appetite."
Song Zhaodi sat up and said, "Are you doing anything else besides cooking vegetables?" Without waiting for Zhong Jianguo to speak, she explained, "I was woken up by you guys. Dawa chooses green vegetables to be considerate of you. Go wash the rice and wash the vegetables, I'll come. alley."
Have the strength to run against him? Zhong Jianguo asked quickly, "How are you?"
"The fever has subsided." Song Zhaodi said, "I am weak, but I can cook a dish."
Zhong Dawa raised his hand: "I'm going to pick up the vegetables. Erwa, go get the vegetable basket."
The second child ran to the kitchen, afraid that Song Zhaodi would regret it later.
When Zhong Jianguo saw the reaction of his two sons, he was in a very bad mood: "Is the food I cook so bad?"
"You fry the lettuce too old, it's very unpalatable." Song Zhaodi said, "The lettuce has to be poured out after it is rolled in the pot. I didn't watch how you did it, and I can guess that the color of the lettuce leaves has changed. You fry it for a while before serving it up."
Zhong Jianguo didn't want to nod his head: "You're right." With a light cough, "I'll wake Sanwa up so that he won't sleep at night."
"You wash the vegetables first, and the rice is washed." Song Zhaodi reminded.
Zhong Jianguo took a breath: "I shouldn't have gone to get you medicine."
"Then you want me to die?" Song Zhaodi blurted out.
Zhong Jianguo's face changed suddenly: "Don't talk nonsense." He turned around and went to the kitchen.
Erwa came towards him with a basket for washing vegetables, she shrank her head in fright, rubbed against Song Zhaodi and asked, "Mother, what's wrong with Dad? It's scary."
"Probably hungry." Song Zhaodi said nonsense, "When a person is hungry, he is in a bad mood. Stay away from him."
Erwa nodded again and again, and told Dawa when she went outside.
Sometimes the big baby is hungry and wants to yell, why hasn't the meal been cooked yet. If there is no doubt about Erwa, Zhong Jianguo avoided the whole process of eating.
Zhong Jianguo was heartbroken: "Song Zhaodi, what nonsense are you talking about in front of your children?"
"I have a headache." Song Zhaodi rubbed his forehead.
Zhong Jianguo was suddenly short of breath: "You—" Knowing that she was pretending, she still couldn't say the accusation, "You have a good rest."
Song Zhaodi was happy, this man is so cute: "Okay. When I get better, I'll make bone soup noodles for you, and steam sauerkraut buns for you."
"Mother will be fine tomorrow." Zhong Dawa replied.
Song Zhaodi was speechless: "Tomorrow will be fine, but the day after tomorrow I will be tired and sick."
"Then, it's better on Saturday." Big baby pinched her fingers, "You don't have to go to class on Saturday, mother is not tired."
Song Zhaodi rejoiced: "Okay, it's better Saturday."
The original owner was in good health. The next morning, Song Zhaodi felt better from the cold. However, she was in no hurry to buy bones and meat. The family ate light food for a few more days, and only called Zhong Jianguo to the non-staple food factory on Sunday morning.
In the morning, boil the bones and make noodles. Bone soup noodles for lunch. After dinner, go to Liu's house to borrow a pickled cabbage and make sauerkraut pork buns.
Around three in the afternoon, two pots of steamed buns came out, Zhong Dawa reached out to take three, and Erwa took two. Song Zhaodi almost fainted: "Who did you give it to?"
When Bai Hua's body was found, Zhong Jianguo told the two children that their mother died of illness. Song Zhaodi was very healthy before, and the two children forgot about being "ill".
Song Zhaodi's face was very ugly when she was sick a few days ago, which caused Dawa to remember again that his mother died of illness. Afraid that Song Zhaodi would be good or bad, Dawa didn't dare to make Song Zhaodi angry again. To be honest: "Lin Zhong said he has never eaten it."
"Want to eat three in the forest?" Song Zhaodi asked.
Erwa raised her hand: "Rejuvenate the horse."
"What do they give you?" Song Zhaodi asked.
The big baby thought for a while: "I'll go ask." Put down the buns and run out.
Song Zhaodi's words reached her lips, and the child ran out of the kitchen.
After a while, the child came back with a handful of hard candy and put it on the chopping board: "Give it to me in the forest."
Song Zhaodi helped her forehead: "What did you say?"
"I said, Lin Zhong, I'll give you meat buns, what can you give me to eat." Zhong Dawa said, "Lin Zhong, just give me a handful of candy."
Song Zhaodi turned to Erwa: "What will Ma Zhenxing give you?"
"Ma Zhenxing said he helped us fight." Erwa thought about it carefully, "Yes, help us fight, don't fight with us."
Song Zhaodi was tired: "Want to fight again? I'll tell him when your dad comes back."
"No fight." Dawa slapped Erwa on the head, telling the truth, "I'll ask Ma Zhenxing again, Ma Zhenxing doesn't give me something delicious, and I won't give him buns either." Take away a bun, "For Lin Zhong." The voice fell, and he left the kitchen again.
Song Zhaodi sighed: "You guys are so energetic." He handed Erwa a big bun, "You eat first, and then come back to Ma Zhenxing."
"Thank you mother." Erwa took a bite and said, "It's delicious."
Song Zhaodi shook her head and laughed.
About ten minutes later, when the big baby came back with a bowl, Song Zhaodi hooked her head and looked at it: "Jiaodouzi?"
"Ma Zhenxing asked his mother to give it to me." Dawa was very proud, "Mother, I will fry the soybeans in soy sauce tomorrow morning, and I will chop the onions."
Song Zhaodi poured the sauce down, cleaned the bowl, put two buns in the bowl, and handed another one to Dawa: "Let's play. Come home for dinner at six o'clock."
"Okay." The big baby grinned and walked out holding the bowl and nibbling on the buns. She didn't stop when she saw Lin Zhong's mother at the door, "My mother is in the kitchen."
Sister-in-law Chen came in and saw two baskets of buns on the chopping board, one of which was miscellaneous buns. However, what Dawa gave her son Lin Zhong was white bread, and she was satisfied. Song Zhaodi was generous: "Xiao Song, do you still need old clothes in your family?"
A few days ago, Mrs. Duan and Mrs. Chen went to Hangzhou to buy cloth, and they helped Song Zhaodi to buy two zhang muslin cloth, no ticket. It stands to reason that the cloth for winter clothes for several children is enough, Song Zhaodi does not need to pick up other people's old clothes.
But the eldest baby and the second baby wear clothes and shoes very well. There is a hole in the shoes for ten days and a half months. Song Zhaodi wants old clothes, so she plans to make shoes for several children: "Do you have any?"
"My family doesn't have any." Sister Chen said, "A woman from the supply and marketing cooperative told me that she has a relative's family who has a lot of old clothes, and she can choose one of them at random. They are all adults' clothes, and some are still half-new of."
Song Zhaodi raised her eyebrows: "Is there such a good thing?"