Chapter 37 Nonsense

Zhong Jianguo choked for a moment, and was reluctant to say duplicity: "Then, let's sleep in a chair. Anyway, I've slept for a week, and it's not less than a day or two."

"Dad, coward." Erwa made a face at Zhong Jianguo.

Zhong Jianguo raised his hand and slapped him on the back of the head: "Don't intervene in the matter between me and your mother." Turning to Song Zhaodi, "Mr. Song, shall I sleep for another night?"

Song Zhaodi shook her head and stretched out three fingers: "Three months!"

Zhong Jianguo's face changed suddenly, he opened his mouth and wanted to refute, noticing that Song Zhaodi was serious, not joking with him, he couldn't believe it: "How many clothes do you want?"

"This time it's Mrs. Chen and Zhou Shufen. Aunt Liu will take another piece of cloth tomorrow, and the next day your commander's wife will take another piece of cloth. In a few days, the political commissar of Lu, and the wife of the Zhang government will also ask me to make clothes. Should I do it or not? Do?" Song Zhaodi asked, "Mrs. Chen Dasao wants to make clothes for Lin Zhong again, and asks me to cut the fabric, should I refuse or not?"

Zhong Jianguo choked and said with a guilty conscience, "It won't be so serious, will it?"

"What do you think?" Song Zhaodi asked back.

Zhong Jianguo felt that Song Zhaodi was too exaggerated. But based on his understanding of Song Zhaodi, the more he explained at this time, the more angry she would become: "I think it is possible."

"And then?" Song Zhaodi continued to ask.

Zhong Jianguo coughed lightly, "Sleep on a bench for three months."

"Mother, are you angry?" Zhong Dawa asked timidly.

Song Zhaodi: "Tell your father to explain it to you."

Zhong Jianguo sat down, beckoned to a few children, looked at Song Zhaodi, saw Song Zhaodi pick up the soles of the shoes in the sewing basket and began to put the soles, without opening his eyes to see him, quite absent, he carried Sanwa on his lap and began to say: "Your mother has to take care of the three babies every day, cook meals, and sometimes make clothes for you and mend them, which can be said to be very, very tiring.

"If someone comes to our house with a cloth in the future, tell them that your mother doesn't have time. When you go out to play, someone asks if your mother is busy, and you should also say that your mother is busy."

"Then you asked Lin Zhong to go home to get the cloth?" Zhong Dawa asked back.

Zhong Jianguo took a breath, and looked at Song Zhaodi subconsciously. Seeing her bowing her head to hold the soles of her shoes, she coughed lightly: "Dad didn't think that at the time, Dad was wrong, so your mother punished me to sleep in a chair."

"I, I promised Ma Zhenxing to ask my mother to make clothes for him. I was wrong too?" Zhong Dawa blinked and asked tentatively, "Do I have to sleep in a chair too? Dad."

Zhong Jianguo patted his head: "Dad slept for you. But there is no next time."

"No next time." Zhong Dawa nodded, looked at Zhong Jianguo, then at Song Zhaodi, hesitated for a while, ran to Song Zhaodi, and whispered, "Mother, I was wrong."

Song Zhaodi's hand paused for a moment: "I forgive you for thinking that you are the first offender."

"Thank you mother." Zhong Dawa was overjoyed, "What do you have for dinner?"

Song Zhaodi raised her head and smiled slightly: "Your dad said he cooks at night."

"Yes, I cook. I can eat whatever I want, just order it." Zhong Jianguo didn't wait for his sons to speak, and said first, "Your mother is tired from making clothes, let your mother rest."

Zhong Dawa turned to Song Zhaodi: "Mother..."

"I have to make shoes for you." Song Zhaodi said, "If I hadn't made clothes for others, I would have made your shoes already."

Zhong Dawa's words got stuck in her throat, she pursed her lips, and turned to Zhong Jianguo: "Dad will do what to do."

Zhong Jianguo suddenly felt short of breath: "...Is it so bad for me to cook?"

"Yes." Erwa blurted out.

Zhong Jianguo's chest was congested.

Deserving it! Song Zhaodi scolded her heart and said, "I'm not very hungry, don't cook for me, I'll just have some food."

Zhong Jianguo's heart was not blocked, and he became tired: "You are angry with me, there is no need to make fun of your body."

"No." Song Zhaodi said, "I just have no appetite."

Zhong Jianguo opened his mouth and asked Erwa to look at Sanwa: "I'll go pick some dishes."

"Dad, lettuce is all you need." Zhong Dawa has no confidence in Zhong Jianguo's craftsmanship, so let him do it, it is better to let him cook the dishes he has made before.

When Zhong Jianguo heard what Dawa said, he knew what Dawa was thinking, and he felt tight in his chest and short of breath, and regretted finding trouble for Song Zhaodi.

In April, the night temperature of Wengzhou Island was 13 or 14 degrees. When Zhong Jianguo slept at night, his feet were hanging outside, and the quilt would not catch cold if the quilt leaked.

Because of this, Song Zhaodi dared to drive an active soldier to sleep on the bench.

The bench in Zhong's family is made of pieces of wood connected together, and there are large gaps between the wooden strips. As a result, even if Zhong Jianguo laid a thin quilt on top of the chair, he woke up one night with his arms, legs and back on his back. There are also sleep marks.

The weather has been hot these days, but Zhong Jianguo was afraid that his comrades would see the marks on his body, so he kept wearing trousers and jackets.

When he woke up the next day, Zhong Jianguo looked at the closed door, afraid that he would really have to sleep on the bench for another three months. After thinking for a moment, he put on his short sleeves and ran to the camp.

Song Zhaodi woke up and found that Zhong Jianguo was not there, thinking that Zhong Jianguo was angry, instead of leaving home for breakfast, she went to the canteen in the camp.

Zhong Jianguo arrived at the army training area and indeed went straight to the cafeteria.

The officer who was on duty yesterday was very surprised to see Zhong Jianguo, so he asked all the way, "Header Zhong didn't go home yesterday?"

"Going home." Zhong Jianguo said, "I haven't started cooking at home yet. I'm in a hurry. I'll have a good meal and deal with things."

Ma Zhonghua, who was eating, glanced at him and watched Zhong Jianguo go to make a meal. He couldn't help but say to his political commissar, "Do you think Zhong Jianguo is weird?"

The other party glanced in Zhong Jianguo's direction: "I don't think so. Colonel Zhong used to come to the cafeteria to eat often. It's normal."

"When his first daughter-in-law was still alive, Headmaster Zhong often came to the cafeteria to eat. Sometimes he even brought food home from the cafeteria." Ma Zhonghua whispered, "Since I married this one, it has been hard to come here for a month. once.

"I heard that boy from my family Zhenxing said that Mr. Song's cooking is very delicious, and Colonel Zhong didn't eat the food at home, and would eat a big pot of rice with us, do you still think it's normal?"

The other party smiled, and when Zhong Jianguo came back from dinner, he shouted to Zhong Jianguo, "This way, Captain Zhong." Then he whispered, "If you want to know anything, ask yourself, but I won't help you."

Ma Zhonghua swallowed the food in his mouth, and when Zhong Jianguo sat down, he asked, "Captain Zhong, why is your family eating so late today?"

"It wasn't too early to eat before." Zhong Jianguo glanced at him, not very interested, and his expression was light.

Ma Zhonghua looked at his watch. It was 7:40. The Ping Zhong family had already eaten at this time. After all, the children had to go to school, and Song Zhaodi also had to go to class, "Headmaster Zhong, didn't he quarrel with Mr. Xiao Song?"

"Can't the rice stop your mouth?" Zhong Jianguo glared at him, pretended to be angry, and left with the rice.

Ma Zhonghua subconsciously stretched out his hand and pulled him: "Just kidding, open - Captain Zhong, what's on your arm?"

Zhong Jianguo moved in his heart and pretended to be calm: "It's nothing."

"Sit down, sit down." Ma Zhonghua held down Zhong Jianguo and prevented him from slipping away.

The year Zhong Jianguo enlisted in the army, just in time for Ma Zhonghua's promotion, and the two had the same military rank. At that time, Ma Zhonghua had been a soldier for almost seven years. As a result, Ma Zhonghua was particularly impressed by the recruit Zhong Jianguo, and he felt that he should be on an equal footing with himself.

Before the military rank was cancelled, the two had the same military rank, but Zhong Jianguo became the regimental commander the next year, and his salary was higher than his. Ma Zhonghua was very unhappy.

It is up to the head of the military region to appoint who will be the head of the regiment. Ma Zhonghua is neither happy nor dare to make trouble. usually hope that Zhong Jianguo will be unlucky, the regiment leader will be removed, and he will be replaced.

Zhong Jianguo is a person who trains the family home in the district at two points and one line every day.

Ma Zhonghua didn't even get angry, he felt that God was partial.

Bai Hua died on the street, leaving behind three children, Ma Zhonghua secretly entertained for several days. Later, met Zhong Jianguo and brought Song Zhaodi back. Seeing that Song Zhaodi was dark and earthy, once laughed at Zhong Jianguo in heart. You have today too!

The news that Song Zhaodi was a college student spread throughout the family home, and Ma Zhonghua couldn't laugh.

When he went to school as a teacher and taught junior high school English, Ma Zhonghua couldn't help but envy Zhong Jianguo. His son Ma Zhenxing played with Zhong Dawa, and Ma Zhonghua never stopped him, but every time Ma Zhenxing returned home, he would ask Ma Zhenxing about the Zhong family.

Zhong Dawa rarely brings friends home, and rarely mentions family affairs. Ma Zhenxing and Zhong Dawa only care about playing when they are together. He can tell his father what delicious food besides Zhong's family does. None next to it.

Ma Zhonghua was not reconciled, and stared at Zhong Jianguo when he had nothing to do, wanting to see Zhong Jianguo's jokes. He was finally caught by him today, just in case Zhong Jianguo ran away, so he hooked his shoulders, from the back, the two of them had a very good relationship: "Sleep in the chair last night?"

"No." Zhong Jianguo glanced at him, this old horse has become the head of the regiment, why is it still this virtue, watching the fun is not a big deal.

Ma Zhonghua tore off his shirt, and the marks on his back were even more serious, as if someone had beaten him with a wooden board: "Captain Zhong, is this okay?"

Zhong Jianguo broke his hand, tucked his short sleeves into his trousers, and frowned: "What are you doing, old horse?!"

"Headmaster Zhong, did you really quarrel with Teacher Song?" Ma Zhonghua's government affairs could not help but ask when he saw the marks on Zhong Jianguo's back, "Because of what? Do you want my daughter-in-law to persuade Teacher Song."

Zhong Jianguo said coldly, "No. Lao Ma's daughter-in-law visits our house twice less, and nothing happened."

"What does it have to do with my daughter-in-law?" Seeing that he was leaving again, Ma Zhonghua quickly grabbed him, "Zhong Jianguo, you must make this clear today."

Zhong Jianguo put down his chopsticks: "Do you want to say yes? Okay, let's make it clear. My daughter-in-law not only has to take care of the children, do laundry and cook, but also go to class every day. Put on a cloth and ask my daughter-in-law to make clothes for your two children.

"Yesterday, I was busy making clothes for your two sons and forgot to prepare for class. At ten o'clock in the evening, I prepared for class and was ready to go to bed. The third one woke up again. If he was not sleepy, he asked my daughter-in-law to play with him. Go to the bench. Do you think it has anything to do with your wife?"

Ma Zhonghua opened his mouth: "Then, Teacher Song can forget about such a big thing as lesson preparation. She has a bad memory. Why do you blame my daughter-in-law? Zhong Jianguo, you are unreasonable."

"Old Ma, it means that you are wrong."

Ma Zhonghua froze in his heart, turned to look, and got up quickly: "Master? Your family didn't cook in the morning."

"I went out for a meeting with the commander yesterday afternoon and came back overnight." Master Liu said, "I haven't even bothered to drink a sip of water since yesterday."

Zhong Jianguo quickly moved a stool: "Master, sit down quickly."

"Old Ma, I have to criticize you." Master Liu always thought that Zhong Jianguo could marry Song Zhaodi because Zhong Jianguo had accumulated great virtues in his previous life. These days, watching the three children of the Zhong family eat fat, and dress more energetically than the children of other families, he would talk to Sister Duan when he had time, that in the future his daughter-in-law would be half as virtuous as Song Zhaodi, and he would be content.

Mr. Liu couldn't see that Zhong Jianguo treated Song Zhaodi badly, let alone others say her, "You say that Comrade Song Zhaodi is a little unconscionable. Old Ma, even if Comrade Song Zhaodi forgets to prepare lessons, it is her own reason. If you don't do it for your children Clothes, I think she will not forget to prepare for lessons."

Ma Zhonghua nodded again and again: "The teacher is right, I didn't expect that I, I will meet Teacher Song tomorrow, and I will definitely apologize to her."

Master Liu gave him a deep look: "There is no need to apologize. Xiao Song is a generous person and won't care about you. I criticize you because you are the regiment commander and an example for the soldiers, and you must lead by example in everything. "

"Yes yes yes." Ma Zhonghua nodded again and again, "I will deeply examine myself."

Zhong Jianguo felt that it was almost done, and coughed lightly: "Master, let's eat."

Master Liu criticized Ma Zhonghua in front of many officers and soldiers, and it spread throughout the training area within half a day.

In the evening, when Head of Lin came home and chatted with his family, he couldn't help but talk about it, mainly because Ma Zhonghua had no conscience, and their family couldn't learn from Ma Zhonghua.

The next day, in the afternoon, the eldest child and the second child were at school, and the third child slept. When Song Zhaodi was free, she cut off all the chives and planned to make dumplings filled with chives.

Sister-in-law Chen came back from get off work and saw Dawa leading Sanwa to play in the yard, so she shouted, "Dawa, where is your mother?"

"I'm making dumplings." Dawa pointed to the room, "Mother, Mother Lin is looking for you, come out soon."

Sister-in-law Chen quickly came out of the house.

Song Zhaodi came out of the room with all the faces on her hands. Seeing that Sister Chen had just arrived at the door, she greeted her without washing her hands: "What is Sister Chen looking for from me?"

"It's okay." Sister Chen said, "I heard from our old Lin that you forgot to prepare lessons in order to make clothes for the Ma family's two children. I just realized that you are usually very busy, so you shouldn't be looking for you to make clothes for Lin Zhong. I want to talk to you. Say thank you."

Song Zhaodi was stunned for a moment. Damn Zhong Jianguo, he actually learned to make up lies: "You don't often ask me to make clothes for Lin Zhong, just once, don't take it to heart.

"It was mainly because there were a lot of things that day, and Sanwa was still making trouble. I was busy coaxing him to forget about preparing for the lesson. It's not all the fault of making clothes and forgetting it."

"If the Ma family doesn't ask you to make clothes, you must not forget it." Sister Chen said.

Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "Everyone knows about this, Ma Zhenxing's mother will be embarrassed to look for me in the future. Besides, the clothes are simple, Ma Zhenxing's mother can make it with a lot of looks, and you don't need to find me again. Sister-in-law , there are still dumplings waiting in the pot, I won't tell you."

"You are busy, you are busy." Sister Chen waved her hand.

Zhong Dawa looked at Sister Chen's back, then at his mother, and led Sanwa: "Let's go back to the house." When he got inside, he asked, "Mother, what does the mother in the forest mean?"

Song Zhaodi snorted: "The ghost knows what she wants to say."

"Old baby, second baby, is there anyone at home?"

Song Zhaodi couldn't help rolling her eyes: "I can't help but talk."

"It's Ma Zhenxing's mother." Dawa said quickly, "Mother, I said you weren't here."

Song Zhaodi: "Our door is not closed, there must be someone at home." As he walked out, he said, "At home, there is someone at home, come in."

Zhou Shufen was carrying the basket and saw Song Zhaodi smiling, she was very embarrassed: "Listen to our old horse, you forgot to prepare lessons in order to make clothes for the two children. Teacher Song, I'm really sorry."

"It's okay." Song Zhaodi sighed, "Zhong Jianguo's big mouth, how can everyone know about such a little thing."

A trace of discomfort flashed on Zhou Shufen's face: "Our old horse forced Head Zhong to say it. By the way, the cucumbers at home have grown up, and I heard from Zhenxing that the eldest baby and the second baby like it very much, so I will pick a few for you. One." As he spoke, he handed the basket to Song Zhaodi.

Song Zhaodi was surprised when she saw that there were seven or eight cucumbers: "Why so many? When were your cucumbers planted?"

"I planted it in a pot first, and then moved it to the yard when the weather warmed." Zhou Shufen said.

Song Zhaodi: "Then I'll put it in the house, wait for me." Put the cucumbers in the kitchen, think about it, pick a dozen or so steamed dumplings that have just been steamed and have not been taken out of the pot, fill a bowl full of them and put them in the pot. In the basket, hand it to Zhou Shufen.

Zhou Shufen was surprised: "Mr. Song, what are you doing? I can't ask for it."

"It's for the children, not for you." Song Zhaodi said, "I cook a lot today."

Zhou Shufen sighed: "If I knew you were so polite, I wouldn't give you cucumbers. What's this called, I'll take your things when I come here." But thinking that the two children like to eat Song Zhaodi's food, Zhou Shufen made her He didn't go back, "Thank you, Teacher Song."

"Mother, I think Ma Zhenxing's mother is very good." Zhong Dawa watched Zhou Shufen walk away, and ran to tell Song Zhaodi.

Song Zhaodi looked at the tender big cucumber: "It's very good, I'll make an earth-shattering dish for you later."