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Chapter 73
Chapter 73
Zhong Sanwa said without hesitation, "I can do it."
"Then let's go." Zhong Dawa reached out to Sanwa, "Brother is holding you." He raised his head and said to Zi Li, "Qu Zhuangzhuang said that he knows where there are many wild vegetables, and will chop them when we come back. You don't have to go out in the afternoon."
As soon as Song Zhaodi and Sister Duan left, Zhong Dawa turned out four small back baskets and four small hoes. When Zili saw these things, he knew that they were going to chop wild vegetables, so he didn't ask any more questions. It was only when the door was locked that remembered that the mountain closest to their home was almost devastated by their brothers.
"Big baby, mother doesn't know?" Gengsheng said suddenly.
Zhong Dawa: "Mother doesn't know for the time being. When my mother comes back, I will tell my mother, and my mother will know."
"You said, mother will beat you." Zili reminded.
Zhong Dawa: "Mother doesn't allow us to go into the sea. We are on the beach. Mother will not scold us if she knows. There are also Qu Zhuangzhuang and his second sister with us. It's alright."
Zi Li had met Qu Zhuangzhuang's second sister, who was fifteen or sixteen years old. When he heard that they were not a group of children who went by himself, Zi Li was temporarily relieved.
When arrived at the Qu family, saw not only the brothers and sisters of the Qu family, but also the children of their neighbors, all of whom were older than them. When something happens, these people can help their brothers, so they don't have to worry about being self-reliant.
Self-reliance did not dare to be careless, and when they got to the beach, they called Rehabilitation to their side. The two brothers took the second baby and the third baby alone to prevent the two younger brothers from running around.
Around eleven o'clock, a group of children returned along the same path. On the way back, a few girls from the Qu family helped Dawa chop wild vegetables. In about ten minutes, the little baskets of the four brothers were full.
When I got home, I threw the wild vegetables into the goose pen and duck pen, and Zhong Dawa poured the crabs into the vegetable basin. Seeing that there was a small half-pot, Dawa was delighted: "How should we eat these crabs?"
"Fried." Zhong Erwa blurted out.
Self-reliance does not want to pour cold water: "No oil."
"Qu Zhuangzhuang said fried small crabs are the best." Erwa had never eaten small crabs before, so she wanted to try it, so she turned to Dawa, "Brother, let's make it."
Da Wa swallowed: "Today is the 20th, and there are ten days until next month. Do you want to eat boiled vegetables for ten days?"
Erwa stretched out her finger and counted, "Mom, there are ten days left? Don't eat, don't eat. But, brother, I'm hungry."
"Brother, I'm hungry too." Sanwa said, "I want to eat fried rice."
The big baby snorted: "I still want to eat." Glancing at the two younger brothers, "When mother is at home, what does mother do, what do you two eat. When mother is not at home, you still learn to order food, look at you two. Give me patience. I'm going to steam the rice."
"I'll help you." Seeing that Dawa hasn't lost his mind, he was relieved. He was really afraid that his head would be pumped and the only oil left in the house would be ruined.
When the big baby went to the kitchen, he scooped a scoop of rice and poured it into the pot.
Seeing his actions, he took a slow step and almost fell: "Dad, there is too much rice. This amount of rice is enough for us to eat twice."
"It's just two meals." Zhong Dawa said, "My mother said before that we should use leftover rice for fried rice. Let's steam more rice in the afternoon, and the leftover rice is just reserved for frying at night."
Zi Li understood: "Thank you for being embarrassed to talk about the second baby and the third baby." After a pause, "What if mother doesn't fire it?"
"It's hot right now, and you can't eat rice if you leave it overnight." Zhong Dawa's little abacus crackled, "You and Gengsheng told your mother that you wanted to eat fried rice, and she made it for us."
Self-reliant and curious: "Why do you always let us talk?"
"Because your father and mother are gone, mother thinks you two are very pitiful. You want to eat something good, but mother is embarrassed to say no." Da Wa said, "It's not good for us. Mother is willing to do it. Yes, Dad may disagree."
Before self-reliance and rebirth, he was afraid of making Dawa angry. Dawa complained to Zhong Jianguo and Song Zhaodi, and drove him and the rebirth out. Now Dawa's father is his father, and Dawa's mother is also his mother.
I'm not afraid of being self-reliant anymore, I finally asked the doubts hidden in my heart, I would rather not ask, "We can say it. But don't forget, my mother told us when I was steaming rice, half a scoop of rice is enough. You steam rice. So much rice, what do you say when the mother asks back?"
"Of course, it means that Dad is steaming too much." Zhong Dawa said, with a pause, "It's almost twelve o'clock? Why did Dad come back so late today."
Tired of being self-reliant: "Dad said he has to have a meeting today and won't be back at noon. Quickly scoop out half of the rice."
"You don't want to eat fried rice?" Zhong Dawa asked.
Take a breath and suffocate on your own: "I want to eat, but I'm more afraid of my mother's anger."
"Then ask Mother to fight." Zhong Dawa said, and nodded with satisfaction, "That's it." Then she scooped water and washed rice.
After three o'clock in the afternoon, Song Zhaodi came back with a sack on her back. As soon as she entered the door, the big baby ran out of the house.
Song Zhaodi froze in her heart: "Zhong Dawa, did you cause trouble?"
Zhong Dawa's face changed slightly, mother, how did his mother see it: "No. It's not nothing, and it's not a disaster."
As Song Zhaodi walked into the house, she asked, "What happened?"
"The rice is a little too much steamed." Zhong Dawa said, and glanced at Song Zhaodi secretly, seeing that his mother was not angry, "We tried hard and didn't finish it."
Song Zhaodi put it down and slumped on the chair: "I thought what was going on. If there is more, there will be more. It just happens to be cooking rice for you, and it will save me steaming and cooking. Go and pour me a glass of water."
"Hey, I'll go." Zi Li was overjoyed, turned around and ran into the kitchen.
Song Zhaodi laughed: "Are you still afraid that I will be angry? What a big deal. Come here and see what I bought for you."
"Delicious?" Sanwa rushed over.
Song Zhaodi hurriedly reached out to catch him: "Not all of them. Dawa, rehabilitate, take out all the things in the bag."
"Mother, do you buy a lot of rags again?" Zhong Dawa called the sack and saw a mass of cloth. "Mother in the forest said that rags are hard to buy. How come you can buy them every time you go to Hangzhou?"
Song Zhaodi: "Because the salesperson who sells cloth likes me."
"Liar." The eldest child raised her hand and threw the rag head on the bench. She saw several generations of milk powder and frowned, "Mother, we are all grown up, and we don't need to drink milk powder anymore."
Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "I think too much, I bought it for the second baby and the third baby."
"Yes, I bought it for me." Seeing the reborn, Sanwa stretched out her hand, "Brother Regen, give me the milk powder."
Song Zhaodi rubbed the child's head, "Dad, did the mother in the forest ask you, where did I buy all my rags?"
"I asked. I said I didn't know either." Zhong Dawa said, "The mother in the forest asked me to ask you. I said yes. Later she asked me if she asked you, and I said I forgot. Don't tell her. Hey, mother, how did you buy a box of ink?"
Song Zhaodi: "My calligraphy is so ugly, I decided to practice calligraphy with you in the future."
"Really?" Zhong Dawa asked quickly.
Song Zhaodi nodded.
"Then I'll teach you." Zhong Dawa blurted out.
Zili came out with water: "Mother has learned calligraphy before, so you don't need to teach me."
"I learned it a long time ago, and I almost forgot." Song Zhaodi took a sip, "Take everything upstairs, and I will make clothes for you when I have time."
Zhong Dawa didn't move: "Mother, why don't you never make clothes for yourself?"
"I think so too." Song Zhaodi said, "First of all, you guys are growing fast, and our family has less cloth tickets. Second, I won't grow any more, I can still wear my old clothes, so I don't need to make new ones. But Well, your dad also said that two more tickets will be issued at the end of the year, and then I and your dad will have one set."
Zhong Dawa didn't believe it: "Didn't you say that one person only has one cloth ticket a year?"
"This year, factories all over the country have resumed production, and they have processed a lot of cloth. If you don't sell it to us, you can't put it in the warehouse." Song Zhaodi said with a smile, "If you really love your mother, you will wash the dishes today."
Zhong Dawa made a face: "I knew I wouldn't talk about it." She ran upstairs with the toffee in her arms.
"You can't run away if you don't say anything." Song Zhaodi's voice fell, and the eldest stumbled, and quickly held on to the handrail of the stairs. Song Zhaodi was instantly happy.
Seeing Self-Reliance and Rehabilitation, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Mother, don't scare him, I'll do the dishes." Zili said.
Song Zhaodi glanced at him: "Do you think I didn't tell you, didn't I plan to let you wash the dishes? The three babies are still young, and the four of your brothers take turns to wash the dishes."
Gengsheng "Pu Chi" laughed and glanced at his brother: "I think I'm right, I'm smart." After that, he ran upstairs with the rag head and cloth in his arms.
His face flushed red.
Song Zhaodi was really happy: "I'm teasing you. It's your dad's job to wash the dishes, you can't rob him. When he's not at home, you can do it again. It saves him from not coming home all day long and coming home like an uncle. Yes, go to sleep when youโre full, eat when you wake up, wipe your mouth after youโve finished eating and leave.โ
"Mother, I'll go upstairs first." This mother, he really can't afford it. Without waiting for Song Zhaodi to speak, Zi Li left with ink and a brush.
Song Zhaodi heard from Sister-in-law Duan that Liu Ping brought her object back in a few days, thinking that she would get November anyway. Unexpectedly, just in October, Liu Ping brought people back.
On October 11th, in the morning, Song Zhaodi was planting leeks. Several children were lying under the eaves of the porch doing their homework. They heard Zi Li say, "Who is that?"
Song Zhaodi looked at Zi Li subconsciously, and saw that Zi Li was holding a porcelain jar in one hand and pointed at the opposite side with the other. Looking at the self-supporting fingers, Song Zhaodi was amused: "Your aunt Liu Ping's object."
"Her husband?" The eldest child stood on the small bench and craned her neck to look, "He looks really good."
Autumn is here, and the vines that used to cover the bamboo fence have withered. Without the dense leaves blocking it, Song Zhaodi could see the situation in Liu's courtyard clearly: "Is it a good match for your aunt Liu Ping?"
"What is a good match? Mother." Erwa asked.
Song Zhaodi: "It's just two people walking together, and at first glance they look like a family. For example, me and your dad."
"Not a good match." Erwa spit out three words, "Not like a family."
Dawa didn't quite understand: "Then why did Aunt Liu Ping find him as her husband?"