Chapter 32 Dealing with stolen goods

The big baby changed face instantly, frowned and looked at Song Zhaodi: "And asked Dad to cook?"

"To go or not to go?" Song Zhaodi didn't talk nonsense to him.

Zhong Dawa saw that Song Zhaodi was not joking, and pouted: "Let's go. Erwa, in the forest, let's go." With a wave of her little hand, she went home angrily.

Sister-in-law Duan's face was full of doubts: "Dad, is this angry?"

"His dad can't cook." Song Zhaodi said, "I would rather not eat than ask his dad to cook."

Sister-in-law Duan didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "This big girl, why is he so funny."

"When his dad talks to him, he doesn't treat him like a child. When something happens, the two of them have a discussion, so the big baby sometimes acts like a little adult." Song Zhaodi looked around as she spoke. , "Sister Chen ran away, so she should be back."

Sister-in-law Duan turned her head and said, "Liu Ping, go and see what's going on."

In the past, Liu Ping could not help but talk to her mother, and then go. However, seeing the white shirt on the ground, Liu Ping didn't say a word, and ran towards the supply and marketing cooperative. On the way, she met Mrs. Chen who was empty-handed.

Seeing that she hadn't bought paper money, Song Zhaodi was very puzzled: "Sold out? What a coincidence."

"No." Sister-in-law Chen supported her waist, took a few breaths, and then said, "The supply and marketing cooperative was going to sell us paper money, but when I heard that we were burning paper at the intersection, I didn't want to."

Song Zhaodi didn't understand: "Why?"

"I remember." Ma Zhenxing's mother Zhou Shufen said quickly, "In June of the previous year, when the East China Sea Fleet was busy relocating here, I saw the article in the newspaper to defeat all monsters and monsters.

"I don't know who I heard from, but the temples in Shencheng have been demolished. Our island has been peaceful for the past two years, so I forgot about it. Xiao Song, what should I do now?"

Song Zhaodi: "Listening to my sister-in-law, the supply and marketing agency has fire paper, how can the supply and marketing agency dare to sell it?"

"Something like fire paper can be sold for three or five years at a time." Sister Chen said, "It has only been more than a year since Xiao Zhou said it hit the bulls and ghosts. I guess they bought the goods before."

Sister-in-law Duan continued: "Xiao Song, although this is a town, in fact, before the main force moved here, this was a small fishing village, no different from the rural people in the north."

"I also remembered it." Song Zhaodi said, "In the past two years, the dead people in our side burned paper money at night. Even if the neighbors or the village chief knew about it, they would not have seen it. The same is true for the people here?"

Sister-in-law Chen nodded: "The common people believe that paper money burned by living people can be picked up by dead people. They are afraid that their relatives will not be able to eat or drink in this world, and when ghosts are hungry, they will burn a lot of paper when they die. impossible.

"So when you mentioned buying paper money just now, I thought the supply and marketing society secretly sold it to us, but I didn't think they might not sell it."

"The island is too peaceful, and I forgot to overthrow the bulls, ghosts and snakes." The villagers in Xiaosong Village are almost all poor peasants. The revolution in the big city is full of vigor and vitality. The peace of Xiaosong Village is similar to that of the island. Song Zhaodi didn't expect this at all, "I can't use Sanwa as an excuse."

Sister-in-law Duan nodded: "Yes. If you really do this, Xiao Zhong will be very angry when he knows it." After a while, "Should we go back and think of something?"

"No, I have a solution." Song Zhaodi's eyes lit up when she saw the suit jacket on the ground, "Liu Ping, you run fast when you are young, go to the supply and marketing agency to find the woman who asked the child to show us the way, and tell her that suits are assets. Class thing, this shirt of yours is nondescript, we're going to burn all these fancy clothes.

"But we don't have any matches, so ask that woman to give you a box of matches, and give you a bundle of match papers to keep for the light. If she doesn't give it, you should go to the Revolutionary Committee and tell the director that her relatives' house is full of fancy clothes. ."

"Xiao Song, don't mess around." Sister-in-law Duan quickly stopped, "Let's think of another way."

Song Zhaodi raised her eyebrows: "Auntie thinks I'm talking nonsense? Did you and Sister Chen go to Hangzhou last time, did you see anyone wearing suits, cheongsams and foreign skirts?"

"It doesn't seem to be." Sister-in-law Duan thought about it carefully, "You, you're not talking nonsense?"

Song Zhaodi: "This kind of thing can't be nonsense. When we came from Binhai last year, there was a lot of trouble in Binhai. It's just like coming here like a paradise, I didn't think of it for a while."

Did not expect it to be true. Just now, Song Zhaodi's head was full of "the clothes of the dead must be burned so that the dead may rest in peace", so she forgot about the clothes.

As for whether the suits and cheongsams have been burned outside, Song Zhaodi doesn't know. She only dares to say that because the world is chaotic and people on the island don't dare to ask more when they go out.

"Then, Liu Ping, go quickly." Sister-in-law Duan said, "Do as your sister-in-law said."

Song Zhaodi: "I saw that woman in the supply and marketing agency, and I told her secretly that when I said it, I was confident and didn't have to be guilty."

"I know." Sister-in-law Duan used to say that Song Zhaodi was smart at home, but Liu Ping disdained it. Today, she saw how fast Song Zhaodi's head turned. Liu Ping didn't want to admit that she was very smart, but she had to admit that she was not as good as Song Zhaodi. Full of jealousy, Liu Ping ran to the supply and marketing cooperative.

After a while, Liu Ping came back with a bag, followed by a woman.

Song Zhaodi glanced at the man, opened the oil-paper package, took out a whole bundle of fire-paper, unpacked it and stuffed it under her clothes, and asked Mrs. Duan, "Auntie, what should I say?"

"I'm here, you have never worshiped the dead." Sister Duan was afraid that passers-by would hear it, so she recited in a very low voice, until all the paper money was burnt out and mixed with the clothes, then Sister Duan stopped.

The woman who followed Liu Ping saw that Song Zhaodi and her party had really burnt the clothes they had just bought, and hurried to her relatives' house, telling them to dispose of the clothes at home quickly.

Seeing this, Song Zhaodi breathed a sigh of relief: "How come it's like a war?"

"It's different from fighting." Sister Duan sighed. "When fighting, don't put your head on your trousers waist. What should we say in this world now, it's better than when we were fighting. At least you don't have to worry, you can wake up to everything. It was blown up by a bomber."

Song Zhaodi nodded: "Auntie is right. I just sighed with emotion." After a pause, "Tell me, I have only been on the island for five months, and I have encountered several things in succession. Am I born to work hard? life."

"You still work hard?" Zhou Shufen glanced at her and said with a pouted mouth, "Your old bell cooks all the meals. If you work hard, we are maids' lives."

Song Zhaodi chuckled: "Don't listen to Dawa saying that his dad cooks again, and think that Lao Zhong cooks often. Since I came to the island, the number of times he has cooked can be counted. Once unpalatable, I suspect he did it on purpose."

"What do you say?" Sister-in-law Chen asked as she walked.

Song Zhaodi: "It's unpalatable, so I won't let him do it."

Several people were stunned, and after thinking about it carefully, they couldn't help but smile.

Song Zhaodi came to the door and saw the car parked in the yard. She subconsciously looked at the chimney, but didn't see the smoke rising. She couldn't help but tut her foot and walked in.

"I thought you weren't coming back today." Zhong Jianguo, who was washing onions, was overjoyed when he heard the footsteps. He looked up and saw that it was Song Zhaodi, "Come quickly, the three of them are hungry."

Song Zhaodi stopped: "I don't want to do it today."

"Don't want to do it again?!" Zhong Jianguo exclaimed.

Song Zhaodi: "I don't want to cook if I'm in a bad mood." After a while, "I don't want to eat either."

"You—" Zhong Jianguo was not afraid that Song Zhaodi would run on him with full aura, nor was he afraid that Song Zhaodi would keep silent and ignore him, but that Song Zhaodi would look like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, "You are the mother of the child."

The eldest baby and the second baby were in the house, and Song Zhaodi didn't say that she was not her mother: "You are still the father of the child."

"I, I'm a man!" Zhong Jianguo said, feeling inexplicably guilty, and didn't dare to look directly at Song Zhaodi.

When it got dark, Song Zhaodi was still a little far away from Zhong Jianguo. She couldn't see his expression clearly, she said with a smile: "Which law stipulates that women must cook?" Before he could speak, "Comrade Chairman said that women can hold up half the sky. The meaning of this sentence is that women and men are equal, women can cook, and men should also cook.”

"Don't talk nonsense!" Zhong Jianguo knew that Song Zhaodi had a lot of misconceptions, but seeing that she dared to distort the meaning of Comrade Chairman, he still couldn't believe it, how could there be such a woman in the world, "You... What the hell happened to you today? ?"

"I hit a ghost." After Song Zhaodi finished speaking, she continued to go into the house.

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The onion in Zhong Jianguo's hand fell to the ground, and he didn't bother to pick it up, so he followed with strides: "What do you mean? Song Zhaodi, don't you know that you have defeated all the ghosts and ghosts now?!" He said in a low voice, looking around.

Song Zhaodi: "Really!"

Zhong Jianguo hurriedly closed the door: "Didn't you tease me?"

"What good will it do for me to lie to you with such a thing?" Song Zhaodi asked rhetorically.

Zhong Jianguo shivered involuntarily, glanced around subconsciously, and asked in a low voice, "Then, what about the ghost?"

"Pfft!" Song Zhaodi was amused, "You are a college student, a party member, and a proletariat, yet you actually believe that there are ghosts in the world? Captain Zhong, your consciousness needs to be improved."

Zhong Jianguo took a breath, opened his mouth to say Song Zhaodi, and the words came to his mouth: "Don't want to change the subject, what are you doing when you are not at home steaming buns in the afternoon?"

"Go buy clothes." Zhong Dawa was worried that his dad would cook in a mess, so he didn't dare to go out to play, and had to stay in the house and stare at his dad. "Lin Zhong said that the stepmother wanted to burn the clothes she bought."

Only then did Zhong Jianguo notice that Song Zhaodi was empty-handed: "What do you mean?"

Song Zhaodi told him the whole thing: "My hand touched the clothes of the dead, do you really want me to cook?"

"Don't!" Zhong Jianguo blurted out, "Hurry up and wash your hands several times."

Song Zhaodi snorted: "When Dawa's mother died, who helped her change her clothes?"

"That's different." Zhong Jianguo said, "I know she's Bai Hua. Do you know who wore the clothes you touched? Do you know how those people died? What if they died of tuberculosis?"

Song Zhaodi nodded: "So, not only do you have to cook, but you also have to help me boil the bath water later. I don't need you to wash my clothes, I wash them myself."

"Then wash ours too." Zhong Jianguo picked it up very quickly.

Song Zhaodi rolled his eyes at him: "I don't think I can cook tomorrow."

"When I didn't say it." Zhong Jianguo opened the door and walked out.

Song Zhaodi followed.

Erwa patted his brother's arm: "what happened to dad and stepmother?"

"Playing the house." Zhong Dawa said, "Don't worry about them, go to the kitchen and get me a meat bun, half of us."

Erwa didn't move: "I want more meat?"

"Okay." Zhong Dawa agreed without thinking.

Erwa stepped on the bench and went to great lengths to get a big bun, and the older baby broke it open and gave him a small half. Erwa was about to speak when she saw his brother bite off half of the stuffing.

The child suddenly changed his face, pursed his mouth, and ran out: "Mother, brother lied to me."

"What's wrong?" Song Zhaodi hurriedly put down the pancreas and rushed, "I hit you?"

Zhong Erwa raised her hand: "Look!"

"Baozi." Song Zhaodi nodded, indicating that she could see clearly, "Don't want to eat?"

Zhong Erwa said anxiously: "No, no, it's a small part, and most of it is in my brother's hands, but he said to give me a large part of the meat. If he didn't give it to me, he even ate my meat."

"Then go get another bun." Song Zhaodi said, "Give me the half."

The second baby was overjoyed, ran to the kitchen, stepped on the bench again to get a bun, and when passing by Zhong Dawa, hummed: "I won't give you to eat!"

"I'm full." Zhong Dawa wanted to get it too, but he was afraid that Song Zhaodi would cook, and he couldn't eat the delicious food, so he continued to watch Sanwa wandering around the house.

Song Zhaodi broke the buns in half, gave all the stuffing to Erwa, and ate the other half of the buns by herself: "Are you happy?"

"Yeah." Erwa was satisfied and squinted her eyes.

Zhong Jianguo shook his head helplessly: "A bun, what about you?"

"I won't talk to you, you and brother belong to the same country." Zhong Erwa took Song Zhaodi's hand, "Mother, what are you doing for dinner?"

Song Zhaodi looked at the child with a mouth full of pickled cabbage, dried beans and meat, and was quite speechless: "Can you still eat it?"

"It doesn't seem to be possible." The child rubbed his stomach, "Mother, don't cook tonight."

Zhong Jianguo paused in footsteps and turned around abruptly.

Song Zhaodi burst out laughing: "Eat your buns, don't talk."

The child only saw Baozi and his mother. He didn't notice that his father changed his face, and nodded: "Mother, I want to go out to play."

"No, help my brother take care of my younger brother." Song Zhaodi said, "If you want to go out, you can only play in the yard." She followed Zhong Jianguo to the kitchen, but Song Zhaodi didn't dare to touch anything in the kitchen, "I burned paper at the intersection. Are you alright?"

Zhong Jianguo: "It's fine. Sister Chen and the others won't say it outside, and the family who sold you the clothes won't dare to say it. Even if others want to do something, it's useless if they don't have human or physical evidence." Pause, "Comrade Song Zhaodi "You really don't cook today?"

"Don't do it!" Song Zhaodi was joking with Zhong Jianguo at first, but seeing that he thought she was joking, she took it seriously, "You don't know how to do it, I can teach you."

Zhong Jianguo reminded: "I'm quite stupid."

"It's okay, I'm patient." Song Zhaodi looked at Zhong Jianguo with a smile, even if you are an elm knot, I will teach you.

Zhong Jianguo sighed: "What are you going to teach me to do after teaching me how to cook?"

"Make clothes." Song Zhaodi said, "However, we don't have any cloth for you to practice."

Zhong Jianguo relaxed.

"You don't think I'm telling the truth, do you?" Song Zhaodi couldn't believe it, when Zhong Jianguo's ears turned red, she stared, "You, why are you so cute."

Zhong Jianguo swayed the knife in his hand and almost chopped off his own finger: "Song Zhaodi, pay attention to the impact."

"Your three sons are not here, who will affect you, who will affect you?" Song Zhaodi glanced out, "Captain Zhong, have you been affected?" He glanced at the waist of his trousers while speaking.

Zhong Jianguo froze, reacted that he was too nervous, stared at Song Zhaodi, and squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "Don't think I really dare not touch you!"