Chapter 70 Hard Times

Looking at the rebirth on their own, they won't fight, will they?

Bedside fights and bedside. Gengsheng pulled a hand to stand on his own, dragged him out of the bedroom, and did not forget to take the door.

Zhong Jianguo put his hands on his hips and stared at Song Zhaodi: "Can you stop opening your mouth and shut up in the future? It's not your own?"

"Am I wrong?" Song Zhaodi asked rhetorically.

Zhong Jianguo took a deep breath: "That's right. But the truth hurts."

"Then don't quarrel with me, let me." Song Zhaodi said.

Zhong Jianguo sighed: "I will try my best. You should also restrain yourself."

"If you can hold back, I can hold back." Seeing him crawling onto the bed, Song Zhaodi said quickly, "Don't rush to sleep, go to see Zi Li and Regen in a while, don't cry secretly under the quilt."

Zhong Jianguo waved his hand: "It's alright. The two children are mentally prepared. What we said today is just piercing that layer of window paper. If I knew they were prepared, I would have told them earlier. It saved me from worrying for months. "

"Then they call your father, do you agree?" Song Zhaodi asked with a smile.

Zhong Jianguo almost choked and glared at Song Zhaodi: "I'll talk about it tomorrow, you think I'm joking with you."

"Captain Zhong, you are getting fatter." Song Zhaodi was delighted, "Since you are so capable, you will cook tomorrow morning."

Zhong Jianguo's feet paused: "Then do you wash your clothes?"

"I'll wash it if I wash it." Song Zhaodi agreed very succinctly.

Today's clothes are all cotton and linen, and the stains on the clothes are all mud, no oil stains, just sprinkle a little washing powder and rub it.

Although the clothes are easy to wash, Song Zhaodi is also afraid of tiring herself. The next morning, Song Zhaodi woke up and called Zili and Dawa to help her press the water and wash the clothes.

Seeing her doing this, Zhong Jianguo called Reborn to help him wash the vegetables, and asked Erwa to lead Sanwa to play.

Erwa looked at the busy mother and two older brothers outside, then looked at the father and a brother in the house, and sighed while holding her chin: "Sanwa, is today the weekend?"

"Don't go to school." Sanwa rubbed her eyes to make herself look more awake, but it was in vain, "Second brother, I'm sleepy."

Erwa felt tired: "I'm sleepy too. It's obviously a weekend, and I called us up before 6:30. It's earlier than school. I really don't know what our father and our mother are doing."

"I don't want to know." Sanwa yawned, "Second brother, I just want to sleep."

Erwa looked at his dad in the kitchen, his mother lowered her head to wash clothes, thought about it, and reached out her hand, "Sanwa, I'll take me back to the room to sleep."

Separated by a wall, the big baby yawned while pressing the water: "Mother, why do you have to wash clothes in the morning? What's the point?"

"What's the point of doing laundry?" Song Zhaodi wringed out the water on his trousers and handed it to Zi Li, "Throw it on the rope to dry."

Da Wa rubbed the corners of her eyes: "Then why can't you wait until you eat before washing?"

Song Zhaodi stopped, looked up and saw Dawa's eyelids were red, she wanted to laugh and wondered: "You went to bed before ten o'clock last night, and you haven't slept enough for nine hours?"

"Mom, when I went back with the rebirth last night, the eldest child was already awake." Zi Li was a little embarrassed, "Then we woke the second and third children again."

Song Zhaodi frowned slightly: "Why didn't I hear it?"

"Our voices are low." Zi Li said, "Across two doors, you and Dad are busy arguing again—"

Song Zhaodi hurriedly interrupted him: "Dad? Didn't you want to call him dad last night?"

"Mother, I'll tell you." Dawa said, "Last night I woke up and found that Zi Li was no longer there. After waiting for a while, I didn't see him coming back, so I came out to find him. Then I saw him and the reborn from your and dad's house. out.

"I asked Zili, how did they get out of your room. Zili and Gengsheng said that they told you that they wanted to call your mother and father. I didn't agree with my father, so I woke up the second and third children. , vote, three votes to two votes, they followed us and called Dad Dad."

Song Zhaodi looked at the big baby: "Three to two? Thank you for being able to say it."

"It's okay to be self-reliant." Da Wa said, and couldn't help yawning, "Mother, can I go to sleep for a while?"

Song Zhaodi: "No. You can go to bed after I wash my clothes." Then, she threw all the white clothes into the basin, "Don't roll on the ground when you play, the clothes are clean, and I can wash them faster. ."

"Let's not roll on the ground." Zhong Dawa glanced at the clothes in the basin, "Without me, it's a shirt for self-reliance and rejuvenation."

Taking a closer look on his own, it was indeed his and Gengsheng's clothes: "Mother, we won't wear white clothes in the future."

"I'll just say it casually, don't take it seriously." Song Zhaodi said, "Anyway, washing clothes is your father's job, so I only do it once in a while. You can wear whatever you want."

Zhong Jianguo came out to pinch a few green onion leaves, and by coincidence, he heard this sentence, and immediately became very happy: "Song Zhaodi, I will cook in the future, and you will do the laundry."

"I don't agree." Before Song Zhaodi could react, Zhong Dawa said loudly, "Dad, you will cook again tomorrow, we, we will go on a hunger strike."

Zhong Jianguo glanced at him: "I'm hungry." After a pause, "Dad, do you know why your name is Zhong Jianqiang?"

"Because my grandma likes this name." Noticing the self-reliance and curiosity, the big baby explained to him, "My name was given by my grandmother, and the names of the second and third babies were given by my mother."

Zhong Jianguo: "Then your grandma didn't say why? There was a famine in the country the year you were born, and your grandma hoped that you would be strong enough to survive the famine even if you don't have enough food and clothing.

"But you, not only have you forgotten all this, but also dare to dislike my cooking is not delicious. Believe it or not, I will let you recall how hard it was in the past today."

"I believe it!" Da Wa said quickly, "Dad, hurry up and cook."

Song Zhaodi was curious: "How to remember?"

"Mother!" Zhong Dawa said first, "Let Dad cook."

Zhong Jianguo: "Eat bran and swallow vegetables." Looking at Zhong Dawa, "Son, do you know what bran is? It's the wheat bran that our chickens eat. What's the vegetable? It's the wild vegetables that you chop up on the mountain to feed the geese."

Zhong Dawa knew that his father had no good words in his mouth, but when he heard him say that, he was still shocked: "Do you all eat like this before?"

"My house is fine." Song Zhaodi dug out his memory, "I don't have enough food, so I can go to the sea to fish for something, and I can also go to the mountains to find wild fruits. Some places are not so lucky, gnawing on tree bark and eating dead people—"

Dawa was startled: "Dead?"

"That's right." Song Zhaodi said, "One of my college classmates said that there is a family in their town with many children. In the 1960s, when there was no food at home, the family went to the street to pick up people who died of starvation and brought them home. cook"

"Mother, don't talk about it." Zhong Dawa had a chill on her back and goose bumps all over her body, "It's too scary."

Song Zhaodi: "But this is true."

"You listened to what others said." Zhong Jianguo was also disgusted by her. "Hearing is false, but seeing is true. I think this kind of thing is mostly based on falsehoods."

Song Zhaodi clicked: "You haven't seen it, just because you haven't seen it much."

"Stop!" Zhong Jianguo said, "I shouldn't mention this. I'm going to cook now."

Song Zhaodi raised her brows: "Can you still eat?"

"Mother!" Zhong Dawa said loudly, "If you say it again, I will be angry if you say it again."

Song Zhaodi saw that his frowning could kill mosquitoes: "Okay, I won't talk about it in the future. But you really don't want to know, how did my classmates know about it?"

"I don't want to know." Zhong Dawa said.

Self-reliance tentatively said: "I'm a little curious."

"Zhong Zili!" Dawa couldn't believe it, "How can you do this?!"

Song Zhaodi coughed: "Zhong Dawa, our family pays attention to freedom of speech. If you don't want to know, you don't have to listen. I'll tell Zili."

Zhong Dawa put down the head of the water press well, turned around and went into the house, halfway through, she wanted to know how his mother made it down, and turned around and came back: "I have to help you press the water."

Song Zhaodi smiled, but did not expose the child: "At that time, it happened to be winter, and my classmate's grandmother went to the woman's house to borrow a shovel to shovel snow, and saw that their house was cooking.

"My friend's grandmother just asked casually, what to eat. When she was talking, she glanced at it and saw a fingernail in the gap of the pot lid. However, I couldn't tell whether it was a fingernail or a toe."

"Yu, it's disgusting." Zhong Dawa covered her mouth, her face pale.

Song Zhaodi was taken aback and asked quickly, "Are you okay? Stand on your own, help him go back to the house and lie down for a while. Wait, stand on your own, are you alright? Are you scared?"

"I'm fine." Zi Li said, "I heard from grandpa before that when they climbed the snowy mountains and crossed the grass, they would eat whatever they caught."

Zhong Dawa hurriedly asked, "Eating dead people too?"

"No." Zili said, "No one lives on the snow-capped mountains, and some people who die are their comrades. They drink cold water when they are hungry, eat grass roots, and do not touch the bodies of their comrades."

Song Zhaodi nodded: "It was really hard before, we can't imagine that kind of hardship." After speaking, she found that Dawa's face was much better, and she didn't drive him into the house, "Zhong Dawa, three white rice a day, right? very happy?"

"I don't feel happy." The big baby wanted to nod his head, and the words came to his lips, "If I can cook meat for three more times, I will wake up laughing in my dreams."

Song Zhaodi smiled and asked, "Human flesh?"

"Mother!" Zhong Dawa put her hands on her hips, "I'm so angry!"

Song Zhaodi said, "I was wrong. I won't mention it again. I'll kill the goose at home later, and eat the big goose stewed in an iron pot at noon."

"I don't want to eat meat for the time being." Zhong Dawa wanted to say ok, but she suddenly felt sick to her stomach. She hurriedly covered her mouth and raised her hand to stop it, "I will eat it in a few days."

Zili was speechless: "You are already like this, and you are still thinking about eating. You are really a glutton in our family. Do you want me to help you go to the toilet to vomit?"

"I didn't vomit." Zhong Dawa supported and waved at Zi Li, "I have to go upstairs and lie down for a while, stay away from my mother."

Self-reliance has a black line on his forehead: "Then why did you come back just now?"

"I didn't expect that what Mother made up was the same as the real one." Zhong Dawa walked to the door and couldn't help but look back, "It snows in winter and I'm still at someone's house. It's like she's seen it with her own eyes. Mother should teach me Chinese, English should not be taught."

Self-sufficient curiosity: "Why?"

"The language books are full of stories." Zhong Dawa said, "If mother is a language teacher, she can take classes without reading the textbook."

Self-reliance is speechless: "I don't think you are uncomfortable. Go up by yourself, and I'll help my mother press the water."

"Together, together." Zhong Dawa's legs were weak, but he wanted to let go of his independence, but he was afraid of rolling down halfway.

Self-reliance sighed: "You think what your mother said is false, but take it to your heart, you are stupid enough."

"I don't want to, but I can't help it." The big baby opened the door and saw two children sleeping on the bed, "Why are they here?"

Self-reliance: "As sleepy as you are."

"Are you and Gengsheng not sleepy?" Zhong Dawa finally noticed something was wrong, "You don't seem to be yawning."

Zi Li smiled and said, "I slept well last night, and I slept until dawn."

"I also woke up until dawn." Zhong Dawa muttered, took off her shoes and climbed into the bed.

Self-reliance covered the second baby and the third baby with towel blankets, looked up and saw the big baby closed his eyes, thought about it, pulled the curtains, and closed the door gently.

Song Zhaodi took the big wooden basin into the house and found that the reborn was still in the kitchen: "Why didn't you go up to sleep for a while?"

"I'm not sleepy." Gengsheng smiled, "By the way, mother, my book is finished."

Song Zhaodi: "I'll go buy it in the afternoon. What else is missing, I'll buy it together."

"Nothing is missing." Gengsheng said.

After having breakfast and driving the children back to sleep, Song Zhaodi poured out all the contents of the five children's schoolbags and sighed when she found that the reborn pencils were less than three centimeters left.

In the afternoon, Song Zhaodi took ten yuan to the supply and marketing cooperative and brought a box of writing pads and pens.

Erwa was so shocked that she couldn't close her mouth: "Mother bought all the notebooks and pens from the supply and marketing cooperative?"

"No." Song Zhaodi said, "I only bought half of it."

The big baby sighed: "My mother, I finally understand why everyone always likes to say that you will spend money."

"I buy a lot, and the price given by the supply and marketing agency is cheaper. It's more cost-effective than buying one at a time." Song Zhaodi said, "Those women who talk about me behind their backs will not be able to live."

Dawa nodded: "You are very good at living, but my classmates have to stop me and ask, Zhong Dawa, did your mother really buy you a box of pens and papers."

"What did you say before, what will you say tomorrow, I don't care about you." Song Zhaodi said, "The day after tomorrow is August 15th, what would you like to eat?"

Zhong Dawa: "Apart from meat, you can do whatever you want."

On the morning of August 15th, Song Zhaodi went to the non-staple food factory to buy some tofu and tofu skins. At noon, make homemade tofu, stir-fried tofu skin with green peppers, stir-fried tomato loofah, and braised eggplant.

When the four dishes were served, Zhong Dawa regretted it: "Mother, you're picking tomatoes instead of scrambled eggs?"

"Fried loofah with tomatoes?" Zhong Jianguo washed his hands and sat down, "Your mother really knows how to eat it. Self-reliance, Erwa, have you ever seen something like this?"

Song Zhaodi handed him the rice: "That dish is reserved for you to soak in rice. At night, eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes, scrambled eggs with cucumbers, scrambled eggs with loofah, and scrambled eggs with shallots."

Dawa couldn't believe it: "Mother, did you do it on purpose?"

"No." Song Zhaodi said, "I poured the loofah and tomato into the pot, and then I thought that they should be fried together with the egg. Wait, daddy, I seem to hear someone knocking on the door of our house, go out and see who it is."