Chapter 36 Sleeping Chair

Lin Zhong was overjoyed and said quickly, "Thank you, Uncle Zhong."

"You don't need to thank me." Zhong Jianguo was very modest, "I don't know how to make clothes. If you want to thank me, thank Teacher Song."

Lin Zhongying said goodbye and turned back to his house.

Zhong Jianguo: "Dad, go tell your mother, she doesn't know yet."

"Okay." The eldest child went out for a walk, and received a lot of envious eyes. If he hadn't had to take care of his younger brother Sanwa, he would have taken the second child for a tour around the island.

It's a bit hot today, so Song Zhaodi only wore long pants and a long-sleeved shirt in order to stimulate Zhong Jianguo. As soon as Zhong Jianguo went out, Song Zhaodi turned and went upstairs to change into knee-length pants and a short-sleeved shirt, instantly becoming an ordinary housewife.

Hearing the big baby calling her, Song Zhaodi ran downstairs while holding her hair: "What's the matter?"

"Mother, you must make Ma Zhenxing's clothes as good-looking as mine." Zhong Dawa said.

Song Zhaodi didn't understand: "I make clothes for Ma Zhenxing?"

"That's right." Zhong Dawa agreed simply, "Ma Zhenxing will come after a while."

Erwa saw Song Zhaodi talking to his brother, ignored him, and ran to Song Zhaodi: "Mother, and brother Lin Zhong."

Song Zhaodi understood: "Zhong Dawa, you can, go out and pick up a few jobs for me." Pause, "Have you asked my opinion?"

Zhong Dawa blinked, feeling a little guilty: "Dad said it."

"Dad?" Song Zhaodi frowned slightly, "What did your dad say?"

Zhong Dawa: "Dad said that my mother's handiwork was good, so I asked Lin Zhong to go home and get the cloth. If you don't believe it, you can ask Erwa."

"Yes." Zhong Erwa nodded again and again, "Mother, I'm thirsty."

Song Zhaodi gritted her teeth and took a deep breath, the damn Zhong Jianguo: "Wait, I'll pour the water." However, before the water was poured out, Song Zhaodi heard the voice of Sister Chen.

Head Lin has three daughters and a son, the youngest in the forest. Song Zhaodi is not very familiar with Lin Zhong's mother, Sister Chen, because she gave birth to three daughters and continues to give birth, and because she went to buy clothes for Lin Zhong last time, Song Zhaodi can see that she prefers sons to daughters.

Sister-in-law Chen came over in person for her son. Song Zhaodi knew that she could not refuse, so she offended Sister-in-law Chen if she refused. So, when she went out with two bowls of boiled water, Song Zhaodi greeted with a smile: "Sister-in-law is here, please take a seat."

Sister-in-law Chen smiled, not very embarrassed: "Lin Zhong sees your eldest child's clothes are good-looking, and I want one too, Xiao Song, I'm causing you trouble."

"No trouble." Song Zhaodi cursed Zhong Jianguo again in her heart, smiling brightly, "However, sister-in-law, the child of the Ma family wants me to make clothes for him, and I usually have to take care of the three babies, so I can't do it well for a while. , I guess it will take a week or two."

Sister-in-law Chen thought she was unwilling, and she finally smiled when she heard: "It's okay, it's okay."

"Mom..." Lin Zhong tugged at Sister Chen's clothes and pouted in the direction of Sanwa.

Sister Chen didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Xiao Song, if you don't worry, I will help you take care of the three babies."

"If Lin Zhong is waiting to wear, I can only trouble my sister-in-law." Song Zhaodi would not be polite to Chen's sister-in-law. "The eldest baby and the second baby have finished their homework, and I will ask them to go to your house?"

Sister-in-law Chen said with a smile: "Don't be so troublesome, I'll come over after dinner in the afternoon."

Song Zhaodi cursed Zhong Jianguo again: "The sister-in-law will come at 2:30 or 3:00 in the afternoon."

"Okay." Sister-in-law Chen smiled, "Put the cloth with you first."

Song Zhaodi: "Just put it on the chair, and they don't touch them." When Sister Chen went out, Song Zhaodi couldn't help but call the baby, "If anyone asks me to make clothes for him in the future, you have to say that I am very busy. , I don't have time. Otherwise, I won't cook at noon or at night."

"Okay." Zhong Dawa shuddered, peeked at Song Zhaodi, and asked cautiously, "Will you do it for Ma Zhenxing?"

Song Zhaodi: "It's just this time, it won't be an example next time."

About ten minutes later, Zhou Shufen brought her two children over, took a piece of cloth, and asked Song Zhaodi to make clothes for her two sons.

Song Zhaodi opened the cloth and measured it with her hands, and told Zhou Shufen that it was only enough for one set.

The two children of the Ma family grabbed Zhou Shufen's arm and looked at Zhou Shufen pitifully.

Seeing this, Song Zhaodi couldn't bear it in her heart, so she suggested to make two tops, with black or gray trousers at home.

This piece of cloth was left over by Zhou Shufen from making clothes for the two children. She originally wanted to make two panties for herself. After listening to Song Zhaodi's words, she looked at the two children again, and after thinking for a moment, she said to make two vests.

Song Zhaodi folded the cloth and placed it on top of Sister Chen's cloth, and told Zhou Shufen that she had to make a set for Lin Zhong, and that Ma Zhenxing's clothes would have to wait a few days.

When Zhou Shufen entered the door, she saw the cloth on the bench. Without doubting Song Zhaodi's words, she said that the weather is not very hot now, and her two sons are not in a hurry to wear them.

Song Zhaodi closed the door after sending people out, and took out the sewing box when she came back.

Zhong Dawa was curious: "Does mother want to make clothes for Ma Zhenxing?"

"What kind of clothes are you doing? I didn't measure the size." Song Zhaodi said, "I'll make shoes for you, and put the soles on them." As she spoke, she sorted out the rags in the box, "Zhong Dawa, I'll tell you, I'll leave it outside to help me later. Let's work, your shoes have ten toes exposed, and I won't make new shoes for you."

Zhong Dawa wanted to throw the blame on his father, Song Zhaodi glared, and the child was honest: "Mother, I'll take my brother to play."

"It's hot outside, don't go out, it's under the porch." Song Zhaodi said, "Take off the cloth on the window and spread it on the ground, the three of you will sit on the ground and play."

Zhong Dawa nodded her head, walked to the door, and couldn't help but look back. "Mother, if someone comes again, I'll say you're not at home."

"People don't believe it." Song Zhaodi said, and suddenly thought, "I have a way to refuse, you don't need to worry about it." Then she went upstairs and took down all the old clothes and English books of the three children.

At 2:30 in the afternoon, Sister-in-law Chen brought Lin Zhong over.

Song Zhaodi used a rope to make a ruler, measured the size for Lin Zhong, and pulled out the large square table to start cutting the fabric.

The eldest baby and the second baby were lying on the small square table to write the homework assigned by Song Zhaodi, and Sister-in-law Chen helped take care of the third baby. Song Zhaodi doesn't need to take care of the children. With her craftsmanship, she can cut a short-sleeved top and cropped trousers in a while.

Song Zhaodi froze for more than an hour. Sister-in-law Chen was so anxious for her that she couldn't help but say, "Xiao Song is really careful in making clothes."

"I haven't done it much, because I'm afraid I'll break the cloth." Song Zhaodi said, "Before at home, my mother or my sister cut the clothes, and I sewed the clothes. I cut with scissors, and I always felt that my hands were shaking, and I was inexplicably flustered. "

Sister-in-law Chen said quickly, "Then I won't talk to you, Xiao Song, please slow down and don't be in a hurry."

There is a kind of person who treats people warmly and thoughtfully, and does everything flawlessly, but people don't like it. Song Zhaodi felt that Sister Chen was such a person, and she didn't like it. If you want to ask her why, Song Zhaodi can't tell. Anyway, she would rather get along with Zhou Shufen than deal with Sister Chen.

When eating at noon, Song Zhaodi once explained to Dawa that the bell upstairs rang five times, and she was about to scream hungry.

After four o'clock, Song Zhaodi cut the clothes. Sister-in-law Chen took out a ball of thread from her pocket and asked Song Zhaodi, "Are these enough?"

"I don't know." Song Zhaodi's eyelids jumped, "I've never made clothes for such a big kid in the forest, so I don't know how much thread I need to use." As she spoke, she picked up the cut cloth, "Sister-in-law, I sew more densely. Also use thread to lock the edges, it is estimated that there will be a ball of thread.”

Sister-in-law Chen was silent for a while: "Then I'll go back and get you another ball."

Song Zhaodi lowered her head and knew that her face was not very good even without looking at her expression, so she sewed the cuffs, collar and trousers first.

Halfway through the seam of the trousers, the bell upstairs rang. Zhong Dawa, who was immersed in her homework, threw the pen away and cheered, "Mother, it's five o'clock, it's time to cook."

"You usually eat so early?" Sister Chen asked in surprise.

Song Zhaodi: "I eat early this afternoon. They wake up just after one o'clock in the afternoon. They usually sleep until two o'clock. When they wake up, they run to school. They can be late four times a week."

It is true that she is often late. Zhong Dawa was very embarrassed and covered her face with her hands: "Mother, let's cook, and then make clothes."

Song Zhaodi's hand trembled, this bear child!

Sister Chen saw this: "Xiao Song, let's cook first."

Song Zhaodi put down her clothes, raised her eyes and saw that Lin Zhong hadn't left, and said with a smile, "Sister-in-law, I look at your family Lin Zhong in a hurry, why don't you take it home and sew it for him, anyway, I have already cut it. Make clothes as you usually do. Then it's done."

There is a clothing store on the island, which is also a state-owned unit, but everyone is used to being frugal, and they make their own clothes that are not too troublesome. Sister-in-law Chen can also make clothes. When Song Zhaodi was cutting clothes, she stared at it and found that Song Zhaodi was cutting tops and pants, and she felt that it was nothing special.

Hearing what Song Zhaodi said, Sister Chen looked up at her son and said, "Then I'll sew him."

"Okay." Song Zhaodi gave her the clothes and the rest of the rags.

Sister-in-law Chen took it and said with a smile, "Excuse me, Xiao Song."

"No trouble." Song Zhaodi smiled and sent her mother out.

Zhong Dawa clasped at the door, hooked her head and looked outside, seeing Song Zhaodi closing the door and returning, the child hurried back to the house.

Song Zhaodi's cucumbers and loofah hadn't grown yet, and the onions and garlic were very short and had nothing to cover. Song Zhaodi turned around and saw Zhong Dawa, and when she went to the room, she saw the child holding his homework book to teach Sanwa to count, and took a look. He, just pack up the simple, chalk.

"Mother, are you unhappy?" Zhong Dawa probed.

Song Zhaodi: "I could have rested for a long time. Not only did I help others make clothes this afternoon, but I was also stared at by the mother in the forest. I couldn't be lazy if I wanted to. Are you happy?"

Zhong Dawa thought about it, if Song Zhaodi stared at him while he was doing his homework, he would also feel annoyed: "Then, I won't do it for him in the future."

"Of course!" Song Zhaodi said, "In the future, when someone asks me to make clothes, you will cry and make trouble and ask me to play with you."

Zhong Dawa's eyes lit up: "Okay. Mother, are you cooking now?"

"Do." Sister-in-law Chen is a very careful person. She can stare at the Zhong's chimney and see when the chimney is smoking, Song Zhaodi thinks about it and asks, "What do you want to eat?"

Zhong Dawa licked the corner of his mouth: "I want to eat oil pancakes."

"You really know how to eat!" Song Zhaodi nodded at him, "Look at my brother, I'm going to make noodles.

After reconciling the noodles, Song Zhaodi grabbed a handful of green onion leaves, put it on the stove to cook some rice porridge, and made six pancake-like pancakes in the earthen pot. That is, the later home version of scallion pancakes.

As soon as Zhong Jianguo entered the hospital, he smelled the strong fragrance, so he couldn't help speeding up his pace. When he saw the second baby and the third baby in the living room, he asked in a low voice, "Your mother and your brother are cooking? What are you doing?"

"Oil cake." Erwa ran to take a look just now, "It's ready, eat later, Dad, go and wash your hands."

Zhong Jianguo came back from washing up and saw three bowls and three pairs of chopsticks on the table, his face changed slightly, he pulled the bench and sat down, "Dad, go get me a pair of bowls and chopsticks."

"Do your own business." Song Zhaodi said without waiting for the big baby to get up.

Zhong Dawa's mouth was full of cakes, she couldn't care to speak, she nodded again and again, Mother was right.

Zhong Jianguo coughed uncomfortably: "Is there looking for you in the forest?"

"What do you think?" Song Zhaodi asked back, "In the future, help me take care of something and sleep in a chair for a month."

Zhong Jianguo got up and went to the kitchen to get the tableware.

Erwa smiled: "Mother, Dad is so afraid of you."

"Your dad isn't afraid of me, he's in the wrong." Song Zhaodi said, "Dad, go to Ma Zhenxing tomorrow morning and tell Ma Zhenxing's mother that I will measure the size of their brothers. I have to prepare lessons tomorrow afternoon, so I don't have time. "

On Sunday, Zhong Dawa went to Ma's house and told Zhou Shufen what Song Zhaodi had explained.

Zhou Shufen thought that Song Zhaodi not only had to take care of the children, but also had to teach the students, she felt embarrassed, so she found a small pot and poured a lot of rice cakes for the eldest baby.

Children are greedy, and Zhou Shufen was afraid that several children would finish eating halfway along the way, so she told him to eat when he got home.

Zhong Dawa was very obedient outside, and she endured the taste of Majia's Jiangmi Cake until she got home.

Song Zhaodi saw what he brought, gave the Ma brothers two sizes, and let the four children eat Jiangmi cakes.

In half an hour, Song Zhaodi not only cut out two vests, but also used the remaining cloth to make a pair of shorts for Majia Xiaoer.

On the afternoon of Sunday, April 7, Zhou Shufen brought two children over and was surprised when she saw two vests and a pair of shorts, and looked at Song Zhaodi in disbelief: "Mr. Song, your hands are so skillful. "

Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "My craftsmanship is not good. I have sewed these clothes for a week. If I really want to be a tailor, I have to drink the northwest wind. By the way, because your cloth is not enough, I opened the neckline a bit large and used rags. I made a few buckles to block it, and I also used up the rags."

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Zhou Shufen said, "I know how old the cloth is. You said earlier that you could make two vests, but I thought you were talking big, and I was worried that you would make one on the way here. I can't explain it to Xiao Er."

Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "Your Ma Zhenxing is about the same height as Dawa. I'm not sure about other clothes. I have a good idea of ​​how much cloth can be used for clothes for a child as big as him."

"Then I won't bother you." Zhou Shufen saw that there were still half-made soles in the wire frame on the chair, "Zhenxing, Xiao Er, are you here to play or go home?"

Ma Zhenxing wanted to play with Dawa, but when he saw the clothes on his mother's hand, he waved at Dawa: "Zhong Dawa, I'll come to play with you tomorrow."

"I have to go to school tomorrow." Zhong Dawa reminded.

Ma Zhenxing also thought that tomorrow was Monday: "I'm coming to school with you."

"Okay, Ma Zhenxing." Zhong Dawa said, "I'll be waiting for you at home, you have to come early. Otherwise, I won't be waiting for you."

Ma Zhenxing stopped at the door: "You must wait for me, I will come earlier."

"If you don't come earlier, I won't wait for you." Zhong Dawa replied.

Song Zhaodi helped her forehead: "Dad, go upstairs and take down my English book."

"Oh, good." Zhong Dawa turned and ran upstairs. Seeing this, Ma Zhenxing followed his mother out.

Song Zhaodi couldn't help sighing, "Fortunately, there are only three children at home. If there are three more children, this day will not be over."

"It's okay to have three girls again." Zhong Jianguo's voice came from outside.

Song Zhaodi was shocked: "Why did you come back so early?"

"The situation has been getting more and more tense recently. The commander held a meeting today. I had a headache after a day's work, and I came back after the meeting." Zhong Jianguo said, "I met Lao Ma's daughter-in-law, and the clothes were ready. Can you go back to bed tonight?"

Zhong Jianguo has been sleeping on the chair since last Saturday, but he secretly ran back to the bed, only to be kicked off by Song Zhaodi who woke up in the middle of the night, and Colonel Zhong didn't dare to make any small moves, and slept on the chair honestly.

Song Zhaodi snorted: "What if I say no?"