Chapter 67

Zhong Erwa hummed, "Then I won't sew." As she spoke, she threw her trousers on the chair.

"Then I will also tell you that I will make five new pairs of trousers for you. Mother used two cloth tickets." Song Zhaodi said, "There are still five cloth tickets left for you to make shirts and winter clothes.

"If you don't mend new trousers, you can only wear old trousers. After a few months, you will grow taller, and the old trousers will not be able to be worn. I won't help you mend them, but you have to mend them yourself."

Zhong Erwa pursed her lips and looked at Song Zhaodi pitifully: "Mother..."

"Don't act like a spoiled child, it's useless." Song Zhaodi didn't enter, "If I knew it now, why bother in the first place."

Zhong Erwa's eyes were slightly red, tears were rolling in her eyes, she stared straight at Song Zhaodi, stopped talking, and just looked at her like that.

Song Zhaodi also looked at him, didn't give in at all, and told Erwa silently, I didn't scare you or joke with you.

Erwa's tears burst out instantly, and she felt that Song Zhaodi was deliberately embarrassing him, and Song Zhaodi no longer hurt him.

Song Zhaodi didn't want to embarrass the child either, but Erwa's problem of cutting with scissors had to be corrected: "Will you cut pants in the future?"

Erwa lowered her head and sobbed, pretending she didn't hear anything.

Reborn to push self-reliance.

Zi Li shook his head slightly, thought about it, and woke up the three children who had been scribbled in the book in his own world.

Sanwa raised her head, followed her fingers, and exclaimed, "Second brother, are you crying? Second brother, why are you crying? Did the eldest brother beat you?"

"I didn't hit him." Dawa wanted to persuade Erwa to say something when she saw that Erwa wanted to cry, but he was afraid that Erwa would return to her old ways, so he held back and didn't say anything. Seeing Erwa's tears falling one by one at this moment, she couldn't bear it in her heart, "Erwa, tell your mother that this is the last time. Promise your mother that you won't cut your pants in the future, and your mother will mend them for you."

Erwa sniffed and pretended not to hear what Dawa said.

Seeing this, Zhong Dawa took Sanwa and left, leaving him alone.

Song Zhaodi asked, "Do you think I'm being too strict with you? Erwa, do you think you just cut a hole in your pants, and you can't wear them because you think I'm making a big fuss?"

Zhong Erwa raised her hand to wipe away the tears.

Song Zhaodi knew that she was right: "Since you think it's a trivial matter to cut a hole in your pants, then you can sew it yourself."

"You don't help me make the batter." Zhong Erwa muttered.

Song Zhaodi asked back, "Do you have to use batter?"

"The batter can stick the paper on the cloth." When Song Zhaodi made shoes, she used the batter to paste the cloth of different sizes into a whole piece. When the Spring Festival couplets are posted, the paper is also pasted on the door with batter. In Zhong Erwa's opinion, the batter is better than anything else.

Song Zhaodi: "You have a needle and thread in your hand, why can't you sew the paper on the cloth first, then cut the cloth according to the outline of the paper, and finally remove the thread?"

Zhong Erwa looked at the paper and cloth in her hand, looked at the needle in her hand, and looked up at Song Zhaodi, surprised and delighted, how could this be?

"Don't understand?" Song Zhaodi asked deliberately.

Zhong Erwa nodded vigorously: "I know."

Song Zhaodi mentioned "remove the thread", but Erwa did not sew according to the outline. She pinched the needle and sewed a few times. She felt that she could cut a cat, so she asked Song Zhaodi for scissors.

Zhong Erwa likes to play with scissors. The Zhong family's scissors are placed on a high place by Song Zhaodi. It is because of this that he asked the Qu family to borrow scissors yesterday.

Song Zhaodi handed him the scissors and couldn't help reminding: "Be careful."

Zhong Erwa wanted a cat very much, so she was very careful. She cut it little by little, and it took five or six minutes to cut out the outline of the cat.

Song Zhaodi reminded Erwa to use a small needle to patch the patch. Zhong Erwa put down the scissors and looked for the smallest needle. However, eyes were about to see flowers, but still couldn't thread the thread into the eye of the needle.

Zhong Erwa subconsciously asked her brothers for help.

Self-reliance, rejuvenation and Dawa do not agree with Erwa cutting a hole in her good trousers. Song Zhaodi taught Erwa a lesson, and the three of them support it. Seeing the second baby calling them, the older baby pointed at Song Zhaodi, which meant that Song Zhaodi did not agree and they dared not help.

No way, Zhong Erwa can only ask Song Zhaodi: "Mother, just help me, help me, okay?"

"Give me the needle and thread." Song Zhaodi sighed helplessly when she saw the child's red eyelids, "Erwa, how do you feel about patching?"

Zhong Erwa pursed her lips and said embarrassedly, "Trouble."

"Will you still cut it in the future?" Song Zhaodi put the thread into the eye of the needle without looking at it.

Zhong Erwa envied Song Zhaodi for putting the thread in once, and said thank you when she took the needle, but did not answer Song Zhaodi's question.

Song Zhaodi was not in a hurry: "Do you know how to sew?"

"According to the seam that Mother drew." Zhong Erwa saw that Song Zhaodi had done it many times and thought it was very simple.

Song Zhaodi nodded: "It's very smart. Then you sew slowly."

Zhong Erwa snorted rather proudly.

Seeing this, Song Zhaodi laughed softly, thinking to herself, I see how long you can be proud.

Zhong Erwa first sewed a circle according to the outline, and after cutting off the thread, she planned to show off with her brothers and sisters. However, Erwa picked up her pants and found that something was wrong.

The trousers Erwa was wearing had a little duck on it, which Song Zhaodi sewed for him. No matter how you look at it, the duck looks like it's stuck to the pants. And Erwa's own stitches vary in size, and in some places, the stitches are crooked. It's good if you don't look closely, but it's ugly if you look closely.

Erwa didn't even think about it, picked up the scissors and planned to remove the thread and sew it again.

Seeing this, Song Zhaodi hurriedly stopped: "It's your first time to sew, and it's already good to be able to sew this piece of cloth on the pants."

"But it doesn't look good." Zhong Erwa pointed at the cat's chin with a look of disgust, "It's crooked here, I want to tear it down."

Song Zhaodi: "It's still the same if you sew again. Don't think I lied to you." Pointing to the duck on his trousers, "Mother can sew so well, because when she was your age, she sewed clothes for the family for more than ten years. .

"Then I, I..." Erwa couldn't believe it and tried to ask, "I also have to sew for more than ten years?"

Song Zhaodi nodded: "Practice makes perfect. Only when you are proficient can you sew cats as they really are."

"But, I want to wear my new pants tomorrow." Erwa said.

Song Zhaodi: "Then wear it like this. Anyway, your classmates and friends won't lie on your pants and look at it."

The classmates wouldn't stare at his trousers, but Zhong Erwa wanted to show off to the classmates. There was a small animal on his trousers, and he wanted to tell the classmates that he sewed the cat on the trousers himself.

"Mother..." Zhong Erwa looked at Song Zhaodi, "I won't let you sew for me, you teach me to sew better."

Song Zhaodi: "Don't say I will teach you, even if I sew, I will follow the seam on the paper, I can't give you instructions. Unless I teach you hands-on." Without waiting for Erwa to speak, she said, "But this is impossible. I don't allow you to cut your pants, you won't listen to me and make me angry, why should I help you?"

"Because, because..." Zhong Erwa thought for a while, "Because you are my mother."

Song Zhaodi smiled slightly: "It's not a kiss, it's a stepmother."

"Mother!" Zhong Erwa was very angry and shouted loudly, "Every time I don't want to help others, I say it's my stepmother. Mother, you, you're a shame!"

Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "But what I said is also true."

"Mother, mother, mother..." Zhong Erwa tried to cry, but it was useless, she could only use wrapping, otherwise she would have to go to school in crooked trousers, "Mother, mother, teach me to sew. Mother... "

Zhong Dawa's head hurts: "Second baby, shut up!"

"I didn't talk to you." Zhong Erwa glared at Dawa, turned her head and grinned at Song Zhaodi, "Mother—"

Song Zhaodi also got a headache from his arguing: "I can't teach you to sew clothes." After a pause, "Even if I take your hand and sew this cat on, what about next time?

"Zhong Erwa, you like cutting clothes so much, and you let me hold your hand to sew every time, what's the difference between sewing with me? I'm punishing you to sew clothes now, not teaching you to sew clothes, as I said just now. pass."

Zhong Erwa pursed her lips and wanted to cry again.

Song Zhaodi wanted to laugh instead: "In front of my brother and brother, I promise not to cut clothes indiscriminately in the future, and I will help you mend your pants. If there is another time, you can draw the pattern and sew it yourself. Can you? Zhong Erwa."

Zhong Erwa hummed and didn't want to, and looked at Song Zhaodi eagerly.

Song Zhaodi stood up and said, "It's time to cook. Daddy, go to the field and order some vegetables. You can eat whatever you want."

"Mother, don't go." Zhong Erwa stopped Song Zhaodi, "The sun hasn't set yet. Mother, teach me, it's all right."

The third baby looked at the second baby who looked like a little rascal, and didn't understand: "Second brother, you don't cry anymore?"

Zhong Erwa looked back at Sanwa.

Sanwa frowned: "What's wrong with the second brother?" She turned her head and asked Zi Li.

"Your second brother sees that the cat on your new schoolbag looks good, and wants one too." Zi Li said, "So I cut a hole in my pants and asked my aunt to sew a cat on it for him."

Zhong Sanwa still didn't understand: "Second brother wants a cat? It's called Niangxiu. Why is the second brother cutting pants?"

"Because the trousers were torn, my aunt made it up for him." Zi Li said.

Zhong Sanwa still didn't understand: "Second brother didn't ask mother to mend clothes, but to sew cats."

Gengsheng's eyes lit up and he raised his head abruptly: "Erwa, if you want a cat, just tell my aunt to stick a piece of cloth on your pants. Why do you cut a hole in your pants?"

"The trousers are not torn, and my mother won't supply it." Erwa said.

Gengsheng: "Auntie didn't say that the trousers are not torn, and they won't sew cats for you. Good trousers, if you ask Auntie to sew cats for you, Auntie can sew them too."

Zhong Erwa hurriedly looked at Song Zhaodi: "Mother, is it true?"

"Yes." Song Zhaodi laughed, "If you told me in advance that you want a cat, I'll sew it for you. But you are quiet, you are smart, and you cut your good pants again. You don't feel bad about your pants, I didn't tell you."

Erwa really wanted to cry this time: "Mother!"

"Do you think I'm bad?" Song Zhaodi said, "That's not as irritating as you, but you're mad at me every three days."

Zhong Erwa stared at Song Zhaodi, are you such a mother?

Song Zhaodi pointed to the pants in his hand: "Do you still want a cat?"

The child was suffocating, angry and wanted to cry, why is his mother so bad.

"Mother, I was wrong." Zhong Erwa grabbed Song Zhaodi's hand, "I won't cut my pants in the future."

Song Zhaodi: "If I don't have time to sew small animals for you in the future, you will cut your pants and tell me that your pants are torn and you don't have any clothes to wear. Would you like me to sew them for you right away?"

Zhong Erwa pursed her lips: "I don't dare."

"Put those pants on the chair and sew them for you after dinner." Song Zhaodi said, "Go wash the dishes with your brother."

Zhong Dawa said, "Mother, I want to eat vegetable cakes."

"No." Song Zhaodi said, "We don't have much white noodles in our house. We steam rice and stir-fry vegetables at night."

Zhong Dawa doesn't believe it. She's been eating rice for the past few days. She went to the kitchen to open the cabinet and saw that there were two bags of rice and a little bit of white flour. Roughly speaking, she didn't even have a scoop: "Why don't you buy noodles?"

"Your dad is obsessed with eating rice recently." Song Zhaodi said, "I told him that there was no rice and no noodles at home, so he bought two bags of rice and came back without buying noodles. When he comes back, ask your dad what he wants to do."

Zhong Dawa shook his head: "Forget it. I didn't beat me yesterday if I wanted to. I'll just be honest for a few days." After speaking, she took the sieve and went out to pick vegetables.

Song Zhaodi almost laughed: "Self-reliance, rebirth, you all go together."

"Okay." Zi Li led Sanwa, and Gengsheng put away the notebook and pen on the table, and ran to the water well to press the water.

It wasn't cold during the day, so Song Zhaodi didn't worry about the five children freezing, so she didn't go out, leaving them to make trouble by the water well. She removed Erwa's sewing thread and sewed it again.

In the evening, Song Zhaodi estimated that Zhong Jianguo was coming back soon, so she put out the vegetables and rice. And just as she sat down with the children, Zhong Jianguo's voice came from outside.

Song Zhaodi went out, and faintly watched a car leave at the door. It should be Xiao Li who sent him back: "Why let Xiao Li drive today? I remember you said that he is about to change his career."

"Today is not suitable for driving." Zhong Jianguo sighed, "Are the children in the house?"

Song Zhaodi: "Yes." When she walked to Zhong Jianguo, she found that his expression was wrong, and she froze in her heart, "What happened?"

Zhong Jianguo opened his mouth and wanted to say that he saw a child running out of the house, take a closer look, it was self-reliance. Zhong Jianguo swallowed the words back: "It's nothing, it's just that the work is a little unsatisfactory."

Song Zhaodi wanted to say that your job is not only to train troops, but also to deploy defense. What's wrong with you?

"Uncle Zhong, you're back." A self-reliant voice came from behind.

Song Zhaodi's eyelids jumped: "It has something to do with the child?"

Zhong Jianguo hummed, and said to Zi Li, "Yes, you go back to the house to eat first, and I'll wash your hands." After saying that, he pushed Song Zhaodi, don't ask, and talk later.