Chapter 63 Lantern Festival

Self-reliance smiled bitterly: "Dad, you just said that I am your good brother."

"I didn't say you weren't right now." Zhong Dawa didn't understand, "Why do you think so?"

Song Zhaodi explained: "You treat Zili as a brother, and you say that he is being played. Do you treat yourself like a brother?"

"But I'm telling the truth." Zhong Dawa said, "Do you want me to say that Zi Li has never played the twilight rope, and that he can't play before losing to Sanwa?

Self-reliance is speechless: "Dad, I'm not stupid."

"Okay, your hands are stupid." Dawa looked at Song Zhaodi, "Mother, can I say that?"

Song Zhaodi: "You ask about self-reliance, but I'm not self-reliant, so I can't answer for him."

"Self-reliance, are you stupid or are you stupid?" Dawa asked.

Zi Li didn't want to talk to him, so he stuck a dumpling in his mouth.

Song Zhaodi was quite surprised and turned to Zhong Jianguo. Does this child know that he has lost his temper?

Zhong Jianguo didn't expect it, and handed Song Zhaodi a leek box: "Eat, if you don't eat it, it will get cold."

Song Zhaodi broke half of it and returned it to Zhong Jianguo: "I can't finish it."

"Mother, the five dumplings are finished." Zhong Sanwa pulled Song Zhaodi's clothes, "I'm still hungry." Without waiting for Song Zhaodi to speak, "I don't like dumplings."

Song Zhaodi: "Then I'll make you a bowl of milk powder."

Zhong Sanwa was dumbfounded, when did his family have so much food?

"I don't want to drink milk powder either." Zhong Sanwa said quickly, I'm afraid Song Zhaodi really went a bit slower.

Song Zhaodi followed her kindness like a flow: "Then give the milk powder to your brothers."

"No." Zhong Sanwa blurted out.

Song Zhaodi often remarks in front of her children that milk is good for health. When she went out to buy New Year's goods a year ago, she bought five packs of milk powder, one for each of the five children.

Sanwa doesn't want to drink milk powder, because children as big as him on the island don't eat it. But he wanted to grow taller. Not only did he treasure the package of milk powder that belonged to him, but he also always wanted to get some milk powder from his brothers.

In Sanwa's opinion, the brothers drink less, he drinks more, he grows faster than the brothers, and in a few years, he will be as tall as the brothers.

Song Zhaodi and Zhong Jianguo knew Sanwa's careful thinking. It was found that the big baby was cheating his milk powder by the third baby, and their parents did not intervene.

Song Zhaodi also knew this, so she deliberately pulled out the milk powder: "Then eat a box of leeks."

"Mother..." Sanwa rushed towards Song Zhaodi.

Song Zhaodi quickly put her arms around him: "Well, I heard."

"Mother, I'm about to cry." Sanwa looked at Song Zhaodi, there were no tears in her eyes, she was full of cunning.

Song Zhaodi said: "I can't help you cry, your brother has eaten the tofu skin."

"Finished?" Sanwa was stunned, realizing what she had said, and turned her head suddenly, the plate was clean, and his elder brother Zhong Dawa was dipping dumplings into the sauce, "Mother!"

Song Zhaodi: "You just want to eat cold, I know. But, Zhong Sanwa, you are only three years old, and you have a weak stomach. If you eat oily leek boxes, if you eat too many raw vegetables, you will have diarrhea. When you grow up , how much you want to eat, how much mother will cook for you."

Zhong Sanwa wanted to say that she would not eat when she grew up.

Zhong Jianguo coughed, and the child hurriedly went back to sit down and pushed the bowl to Song Zhaodi.

Song Zhaodi gave him three dumplings: "Is it enough?"

Zhong Sanwa pursed her lips and nodded reluctantly.

Song Zhaodi was speechless and ignored him, lest he thought that acting like a spoiled child could achieve his goal.

The next day, the thirteenth day of the first lunar month, the Zhong family did not steam rice or stir-fry vegetables. They ate the dumplings made yesterday in the morning and noon, and drank some spinach soup and leeks in the evening, and the day was over.

Song Zhaodi had promised the children that they would cook braised pork on the Lantern Festival. On the 14th day of the first lunar month, they did not go to the non-staple food factory to buy meat. The family ate green vegetables and pickles for one day.

On the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, in the morning, Song Zhaodi brought a bunch of children to the door of the non-staple food factory and attracted everyone's attention.

Some people see sympathy, some admire, and some gloat... Song Zhaodi doesn't know what they're thinking, and doesn't bother to care what outsiders think of her.

In her past life, Song Zhaodi had the help of nobles, and people inside and outside the circle ridiculed her for having a gold master. Later, she helped her benefactor's children design clothes, and people in the circle saw that she was leaning against a big tree, and the harsh words about her having a financial master and climbing the old man's bed disappeared.

Compared with the previous life, those complex eyes in this life, in Song Zhaodi's opinion, are the eyes of this group of people.

Having said that, if it wasn't for the fact that she traveled to the countryside, or the countryside in the 1960s, even if Zhong Jianguo's three children had broken IQs and were so cute, and Zhong Jianguo himself was a teacher, she would not have married Zhong Jianguo.

However, that goes a long way.

Song Zhaodi walked to the pork stall and took out five jins of pork tickets and money and handed it to the man selling pork.

The man said subconsciously, "Mr. Song, there are ten days left in this month."

Today, on the 20th of the second month of the Gregorian calendar, Song Zhaodi thanked him for his reminder and said, "If a few children want to eat all at once, then they will eat it all at once, so that they don't have to worry about it every day."

"You, you really dote on children." The man had heard from colleagues before that Teacher Xiao Song would dote on children, but he didn't believe it at the time. But Zhong Jianguo and Song Zhaodi came to buy fish and ducks and big bone sticks every three days. The employees of the non-staple food factory could not believe it or not.

In recent years, the above mentioned "Learning from Comrade Lei Feng", and the director of the non-staple food factory also held a symposium on "Learning from Comrade Lei Feng" with the workers. But today's days are not rich, and some people want to help those in need, but they are more than enough.

Song Zhaodi was kind to Zhong Jianguo's three children, and picked up two more children outside. The workers of the non-staple food factory talked about the Zhong family, and they felt sorry for Song Zhaodi, but more admired.

The man who sells pork is one of them.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, the man picked up the scale and weighed it casually, and said loudly, "Just right, Teacher Song, take it."

"Thank you." Song Zhaodi didn't know her, but she knew that the scale bar was flat, which meant it was just right, and the scale bar was tilted up, indicating that there were too many things. At a glance, she knew that they gave her a little more pork. Afraid that the sharp-eyed person would see something, Song Zhaodi threw the pork into the basket and picked up Sanwa to buy fish.

Zhong Dawa held fifty cents and took her brothers and sisters to buy vegetables.

About half an hour later, a family of six gathered at the door.

A moment later, Zhong Jianguo came in a jeep.

When he got out of the car and saw that the basket on the ground was full of vegetables, and the baby was still carrying a small basket, Zhong Jianguo was surprised: "Why do you buy so many?"

"Because we have a lot of family." Dawa pointed at Rehabilitation and Erwa, "You go back with Dad and Sanwa, we still have something to do."

Erwa asked, "Are you going to buy something to eat?"

Song Zhaodi nodded slightly: "Yes."

"Then you can go." Erwa is not interested in what to eat. Anyway, her parents are impartial.

Zhong Jianguo reminded: "Dad, give me your backpack too."

"I don't have anything in the back basket." Zhong Dawa waved, "Dad, go back quickly."

Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "We went to the supply and marketing cooperative, not to do something bad."

Dawa was bold, he went to the beach to pick up conch shells and crabs, and he was afraid that he would sneak away alone, so he told Song Zhaodi about it while Dawa was away.

Song Zhaodi was also afraid that Dawa would go to the beach as a glutton. This morning, Dawa helped Song Zhaodi set the fire, and Song Zhaodi said that she would take him back to the fishermen's house to exchange for conch and crabs.

Oil tickets, cloth tickets and meat tickets were scarce. Song Zhaodi was reluctant to use these tickets, so she went to the supply and marketing cooperative to buy a pound of sugar and put it in the back basket. Afterwards, he led the two children to a fisherman's house with a good reputation and the eldest daughter also knew.

The fishermen on the island go out to sea twice every three days, and there is no shortage of conch and crabs at home. Song Zhaodi's luck was also good. When she went to the fisherman's house, she saw a pot of scallops and a pot of crabs.

Song Zhaodi was very surprised. After inquiring, she found out that for today's Lantern Festival, the fishermen on the island went out to sea last night and only came back this morning.

Song Zhaodi took out the candy and explained her purpose.

In this era, people are not allowed to trade privately, but they are allowed to exchange things for things.

The fishermen did not lack any seafood. Song Zhaodi was very sincere. The fishermen thought that their younger generation would often play with the children of the Zhong family, so they gave Song Zhaodi about ten crabs, half of the scallops, and a hairtail for Song Zhaodi.

Song Zhaodi said that the children were too young to eat octopus. The fishermen brought the fish back after their family bought the perch. However, four or five catties of scallops and a dozen winter crabs still surprised Song Zhaodi.

At noon, Song Zhaodi steamed crabs, fried scallops, made braised pork, made sea bass, stewed tofu, and fried yam. The family had enough to eat and drink, so Song Zhaodi asked Dawa to go to the fisherman's house again.

Da Wa asked subconsciously, "Mother, are you still changing things?"

"Stop dreaming." Song Zhaodi said, "This way of eating at noon can be eaten at most twice a year. There are two pots of pickled garlic cloves and carrot vegetables in the cabinet. You and Zili will send them to others."

The big baby didn't move: "Mother, you don't want to eat, ask me to send it to others? I'm not going, I'm going to you."

"When do I not want to eat?" Song Zhaodi stared, "Hurry up!"

Zhong Dawa remained motionless: "Don't go."

"Dad, be obedient." Zhong Jianguo stood up, rubbing his stomach, "The fishermen on the island go out to sea every three days. When they are at sea, they steam some rice and eat their own pickled things to deal with it.

"We ate garlic cloves and shredded carrots this morning, so it's not like we gave others what our family didn't eat. Besides, the shredded carrots and garlic cloves in the cabinet were fished out by your mother at noon, not ours. the rest."

Zhong Dawa: "Mother said in the morning that she doesn't want to eat."

"Your mother said you don't want to eat it because it's been a winter. Not to mention pickled vegetables, even if you eat meat, you're tired of eating." Zhong Jianguo said, "Self-reliance, go and bring out the vegetables."

Pull the big baby independently: "Let's go."

Zhong Dawa still didn't move: "Mother, if you ask me to pick some vegetables, I'll go."

Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "You see which lettuce grows big and which spinach grows well. You can cut it yourself with a hoe. Cut as much as you want."

Zhong Dawa was overjoyed, and suddenly thought: "I can't cut too much, our family still has to eat."

Zhong Jianguo suddenly felt that his eldest son was annoying and wanted to kick him into the sea, "You are the one who wants to chop vegetables, and you are the one who doesn't want to. Do you want to go? Don't ask Erwa to go."

"Go, go, go now." Zhong Dawa asked Zi Li to serve the vegetables. He took a small hoe to chop spinach and lettuce.

After more than half an hour, Zhong Dawa came back, put down the basket and lay on the chair.

Song Zhaodi saw that he was weak and his expression was sluggish, and noticed that water was dripping from the basket on his back, and instantly thought of what was wrong with him, and deliberately asked: "Dad, what's wrong?"

Zhong Dawa waved her hand: "Don't talk to me, I don't want to talk."

"Brother, is someone bullying you?" Zhong Sanwa ran to Dawa, "Tell me who it is."

Song Zhaodi asked, "Are you helping your brother clean up? Sanwa, come here for me."

"Big brother must be sick." Erwa guessed, "Brother Zili, there is medicine in the drawer upstairs, give brother a piece, and he will be fine."

Zhong Dawa raised his leg and kicked Erwa away: "You are sick, get out of the way."

"You just get out of the way!" Erwa stumbled, raised her foot to give Dawa a touch, and hid behind Gengsheng.