Chapter 71

He stood up and said, "I'll go take a look."

"Tell Dawa to go." Song Zhaodi said, "He is sitting by the door, close to the door."

Dawa put down the bowl and chopsticks, glanced at Song Zhaodi, and was speechless: "I'm only one step away from Zili."

"You take one step less than Ziliang, that is, you are closer." Song Zhaodi asked back, "Am I wrong?"

Zhong Dawa waved her hand: "If I don't talk to you, I can't tell you." The voice fell, and people ran out.

After a moment, Zhong Dawa came back with a letter. Look at his father, look at his mother, hesitate for three seconds, Zhong Dawa sends the letter to Song Zhaodi.

Song Zhaodi took it, but did not open it: "Eat first, and then read it later, so as not to lose your appetite when you see the content of the letter."

"It's a letter from Uncle, and the envelope has Uncle's name on it." Dawa reminded, "It wasn't written by grandparents."

Zhong Jianguo: "Your uncle will call or send telegrams if you are in a hurry. If you write a letter, it means that it is not a serious matter. Your mother said to watch it after dinner, so you can watch it after dinner."

"Dad, you really listen to your mother." Zhong Dawa was more curious about the content of the letter, and couldn't help but glance at the letter beside Song Zhaodi.

Zhong Jianguo snorted: "Don't use aggressive tactics with me, these are the rest of your dad's play."

"Then you are very good, you have played everything." Da Wa pouted, not believing his words at all.

Zhong Jianguo glanced at Dawa lightly, and when Dawa closed his mouth, he ate some tomatoes and loofah with rice. He was quite surprised: "Mr. Song, this dish tastes good."

"Tomatoes are versatile." Song Zhaodi saw several children eating three mouthfuls of dishes, so she cooked a little bit of rice, and subconsciously wanted to say, don't just eat vegetables. When the words reached her throat, she suddenly thought that when she was in Xiaosong Village, her mother and her eldest sister often talked about Dali like this.

Song Zhaodi felt annoyed at the time, and there was no need to buy green vegetables. There were all kinds of vegetables in the fields, and they could afford to eat the vegetables vigorously. What's the point of nagging.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhong Jianguo saw Song Zhaodi stunned and patted her arm, "What are you thinking?"

Song Zhaodi opened her mouth to say that she almost turned into something she didn't like: "Suddenly thought of something, now it's all right. Be independent, rehabilitate, eat more dishes, and do it at night after eating."

"Yes, make four eggs at night." Zhong Dawa replied, "Mother, I found that you can eat better than me."

Song Zhaodi stared, "Can't you stop your mouth with rice? Believe it or not, I don't put eggs in cooking at night."

"I believe." Zhong Dawa said, "My mother never lies."

Song Zhaodi choked: "Zhong Dawa, why are you getting more and more skinny now."

"Because my mother taught me well." Zhong Dawa blurted out.

Zhong Jianguo frowned: "Zhong is strong!"

"Mother, I'm sorry." The big baby immediately apologized, "My mouth is so sharp because I inherited it from my grandma."

Zhong Jianguo was dumbfounded: "Do you know what genetics are?"

"I know." Zhong Dawa said, "Whoever seems to have inherited it. Mother said it, I remember it."

Song Zhaodi put down her chopsticks and opened the letter: "Don't be rude. Hurry up and eat, go upstairs to sleep for a while, and have to go to class in the afternoon."

Zhong Dawa didn't know how to look at people's faces two years ago, but now that she's grown up, listening to Song Zhaodi's voice, she knows that she can't be poor any more. Otherwise, it will make her angry and continue to eat tomato fried loofah at night.

Wanting to see what was written in the letter, Zhong Dawa took a bite of rice and ate a bowl of rice in a while. After drinking two sips of boiled water, Zhong Dawa sat next to Song Zhaodi and looked at the letter with her head hooked: "Are grandma and grandpa making trouble again?"

"Your uncle said that your grandfather and your grandma went to your aunt's house last month, and it rained heavily on the way back. Your grandfather fell and the bones in his leg broke." Song Zhaodi said, "Your grandma asked your uncle for money. When treating your grandfather, ask your uncle to write to your dad and ask your dad to send them 100 yuan."

Zhong Dawa was surprised: "One hundred yuan? It's enough for our household for a long time. She is really willing to ask for it."

"Your father is rich, and in your grandma's eyes, he is a big fat sheep." Song Zhaodi said, "In the past, let alone slaughtering sheep, there was no chance to smash the wool. Now that you finally get the opportunity, your grandma won't take advantage of the opportunity to speak loudly. , she is not your step-grandmother, but your own grandmother."

Zhong Dawa looked at Song Zhaodi: "Mother's meaning for her?"

"Your uncle's letter said that your grandfather can walk on crutches, and the fall is not serious. We suggest that we give fifty." Song Zhaodi said, looking at Zhong Jianguo, "This is your father, how much do you think you will give?"

Zhong Jianguo pondered for a while: "You write back to eldest brother, our family will give him 50 yuan a year, starting from this year. Then tell eldest brother that the money will be paid by us."

"Then I'll write it now and send it out in the afternoon." Song Zhaodi patted the baby, "Give me a pen."

Zhong Dawa was not happy: "Why give him money. When my father was young, he didn't want to support him."

"That's what I said, it can't be done like this." Song Zhaodi said, pausing for a while, "When your grandma and your grandma came to our house to make trouble, I really wanted to beat them up, and I had to endure it hard."

Zhong Dawa panicked: "Why are people like this put on the stall by our family?"

"Every family has it." Song Zhaodi took the pen and paper handed by Gengsheng, "There are good people and bad people in this world, some people are reasonable, and some people are thick-skinned. Some people say you are his friend in front of you. People might say they don't know you."

Zhong Jianguo: "It's also possible to gang up on you with others." After a pause, "You are still young. When you grow up, you will know that sometimes you want to die alone, and you have to greet each other with a smile."

"Is it like Dad seeing Ma Zhonghua?" Zhong Dawa asked.

Zhong Jianguo was stunned for a moment, and almost didn't react: "I don't have such a big hatred with Ma Zhonghua. The old man is not in tune with trivial matters, and he is never ambiguous about the big right and the wrong."

"Then there is no more?" Zhong Dawa thought about it carefully and was quite disappointed.

Zhong Jianguo pointed at Song Zhaodi: "Your mother doesn't like the mother in the forest, can you see that?"

"I know." The big baby said, "I don't like the mother in the forest either. She smiles very fakely."

Zhong Jianguo: "Then have you noticed that every time your mother talks to Sister Chen, she smiles like a big fool?"

"You are the big fool." Song Zhaodi raised her leg and stepped on his foot.

Zhong Jianguo gasped: "I'm just making an analogy."

"I didn't break your toes either." Song Zhaodi turned her head and asked, "Dad, I don't like Sister Chen but I still smile at her, do you know why?"

Big baby thinks about it: "Hidden a knife in a smile."

"Pfft!" Zhong Jianguo sprayed all the water from his mouth onto his trousers, "I even beat your ass to bloom." He coughed and cleared his throat, "Sister Chen is our neighbor, and the father in the forest is me again. My comrade-in-arms, look down but not look up, you shouldn't be too stiff, that's why your mother has been putting up with her."

Even more curious: "Why can't we freeze? Because they live close to us?"

"Not all of them." Zhong Jianguo said, "If I'm not at home today and the third baby is sick, your mother takes the third baby to the hospital, and the grandma next door happens to be not at home, so your mother can go to the Lin's house to find Mrs. Chen to help you. Cooking or steaming rice. If we don't talk to her, your mother will have to find someone else. That's the neighbor's benefit."

Song Zhaodi: "There is one more thing your father didn't say. If I ignore Sister Chen and Sister Chen speaks ill of me to Lin Zhong's father, his father will think that I am bad, and he will alienate your father because of it. After a long time, There is also the possibility of treating your father as an enemy."

"You adults are really complicated." The big baby didn't understand, her head was dizzy, and she couldn't help yawning.

Seeing this, Song Zhaodi said, "Sir is quite complicated. If you don't want to hear this, go upstairs. Be independent and take your younger brothers to take a nap."

"Okay." Zi Li led the sleepy Sanwa to the front. The big baby and the reborn are side by side in the middle. Erwa followed behind the two of them.

Song Zhaodi looked at the five children and couldn't help sighing: "It would be nice to be so good at ordinary times."

"Children as big as our five children on the island are not as good as our children." Zhong Jianguo saw her writing a page slowly, "Isn't it finished yet?"

Song Zhaodi: "I just wanted to say, a few children interrupted, and I forgot. Your father fell on the way back from your stepsister's house. Your stepmother shouldn't ask us for money, she should ask her own daughter want."

"Do you think it's possible?" Zhong Jianguo said, "I don't even need to think about it. However, you can ask my eldest brother to mention it to my father. Tell my eldest brother that fifty dollars will be given to my father five times."

Song Zhaodi tutted: "For ten yuan at a time, Zhao Yin will scold people."

"I gave her all our family's money, and she wouldn't say I was good, but felt that I gave less." Zhong Jianguo said, "I feel bad for a person who has no conscience and gives him ten dollars a year. ."

Song Zhaodi was delighted: "Then don't give it?"

"Then she has to go to eldest brother's house every day to make trouble." Zhong Jianguo said, "Maybe she can send my dad to eldest brother's house."

Song Zhaodi: "It's as if you gave the money, and she won't do it in the future. Say a word, don't mind, your dad might as well fall to his death. It doesn't bother us."

"Mr. Song, you are sometimes ruthless." Zhong Jianguo said, "It's my dad anyway. You can just put the curse in your heart and say it in front of me, it's outrageous."

Song Zhaodi rolled his eyes at him: "What kind of filial son and grandson are you pretending to be? You dare to say that when I said that your father fell, and it was no big deal, didn't you feel disappointed?"

Zhong Jianguo coughed lightly and stood up: "I'm going to the camp."

"Clean the pots and pans before leaving." Song Zhaodi reminded him.

Zhong Jianguo rubbed his forehead: "You're fine in the afternoon, you can clean up. I'm quite busy in the afternoon."

"That's fine, let's go." Song Zhaodi said, "You cook in the evening."

Zhong Jianguo froze: "Song Zhaodi—"

"Let's agree. When you're not at home, everything belongs to me. When you're at home, you do the dishes and laundry." Song Zhaodi looked at him and said, "Want to say that I care too much? Or that I'm not virtuous?"

Zhong Jianguo took a deep breath, "I really owe you in my last life!"