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Chapter 88
Chapter 88
Zhou Shufen was so choked that she could only gasp for breath.
Song Zhaodi knowingly asked, "What happened to you?"
"I finally understand why you stayed at home and didn't come out." Zhou Shufen said, "because no one wants to chat with you."
Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "You're saying the opposite. I'm too lazy to talk to them."
Zhou Shufen also doesn't like going out to visit, so she understands Song Zhaodi quite well. But now she didn't want Song Zhaodi to know this, so she deliberately said, "I don't think you need to check whoever said behind your back that you can't have children, just give birth to one and stop their mouths."
"I already said I don't want to have a child." Song Zhaodi reminded her.
Zhou Shufen: "Then you find out who said you this time, and there will be another time. As long as you don't have a baby a day, this kind of rumor will not disappear."
"Old Zhong is the head of the regiment, and there are not many people on this island who dare to say that his daughter-in-law is." Song Zhaodi said, "I probably know who it is, but I'm not sure."
Zhou Shufen was curious: "Who is it? Such a broken mouth."
"I feel like the mother in the forest." Song Zhaodi said, "that woman is different. When I'm too lazy to perfunctory her, I expose her lies. I guess she hates me very much, and she has nothing to do with me, so she said those things I've been addicted to the mouth."
Zhou Shufen: "Lin Zhong's mother? Sister Chen, I don't know this person, but she makes me feel very uncomfortable."
"It seems that your intuition is quite accurate." Song Zhaodi stood up, "Help me find out."
Zhou Shufen quickly stood up: "Are you going back now?"
"Why don't I go back to your house?" Song Zhaodi asked rhetorically.
Zhou Shufen choked for a moment, then sat back: "walk slowly, no delivery."
"I have something to do with you. Don't go home after I finish talking? I'll stay and chat with you." Song Zhaodi realized that she had told the truth before, and explained, "I don't have this habit. I'll take a few children tomorrow. When the new clothes are ready, they will be made for your children. By the way, remember to give cloth, we donβt have any extra cloth at home.β
"Got it." Zhou Shufen waved her hand and motioned her to leave quickly, "I really don't know how Captain Zhong can stand you."
Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "I want to know too. I'll ask him later, and tell you another day."
Zhou Shufen opened her mouth, unable to believe that she could even say such a thing. Afraid that she would take it seriously, she hurriedly chased out: "Don't ask, I don't want to know."
"Okay, listen to you." Song Zhaodi agreed very simply.
Zhou Shufen suddenly felt that she had been fooled. But trying to explain again, Song Zhaodi had already reached the gate.
Song Zhaodi came home, took out the soles that had been accepted these days, and started sewing from the self-supporting shoes. After two o'clock in the afternoon, five pairs of sandals were ready.
After six o'clock, Zhong Jianguo came back. As soon as he entered the door, he saw five children sitting in a row. From time to time, they whispered and pointed. He approached and took a closer look: "All new shoes?"
"Yes." Erwa stretched out her feet, "Dad, don't my shoes look the best?"
Zhong Jianguo nodded: "Yes. However, why do I look at your five shoes exactly the same? Could it be that I saw it wrong?"
Erwa's face changed slightly, staring at Zhong Jianguo: "I hate you!"
"I don't hate you, my dear son." Zhong Jianguo rubbed his head, and before the second baby recovered, he got into the house.
Song Zhaodi was kneading steamed buns in the room, when she heard footsteps, she sneered: "Is your son angry, are you happy?"
"So-so." Zhong Jianguo looked at the wrong color of the steamed buns, "Have you added cornmeal?"
Song Zhaodi nodded slightly: "Go wash your hands and help me do it together."
"Why don't you let Zili and Dawa help you?" Zhong Jianguo couldn't help muttering.
Song Zhaodi waited for him to come back before saying, "How can I ask my child to cook every day. Anyway, I have nothing to do in the afternoon."
"There is no more white flour?" Zhong Jianguo asked.
Song Zhaodi: "There are quite a few. A few children said that adding a little cornmeal to the white noodles is delicious, so I'll exchange ten pounds of cornmeal with others. You came back on time recently, isn't Lao Jiang dying?"
"Old Jiang's health is very good." Zhong Jianguo said, "There are some changes in the above, we estimate that Lao Jiang may be busy adjusting the deployment."
Song Zhaodi tutted, "I've been driven to the island and still messing around, what's the use?"
"Probably not reconciled." Zhong Jianguo took a piece of noodles, "How to knead?"
Song Zhaodi: "I knead slowly, you follow me."
Zhong Jianguo nodded.
Song Zhaodi kneaded a semicircle, Zhong Jianguo kneaded a cylinder.
"Did you do it on purpose?" Song Zhaodi asked with a frown.
Zhong Jianguo nodded: "Yes."
Song Zhaodi choked and couldn't believe it: "What did you just say? Zhong Jianguo, let me hear it again."
"I did it on purpose." Zhong Jianguo smiled, "You teach me once, and I promise to do it well."
Song Zhaodi froze for a moment, realized what he said, and said with a smile, "Okay." The voice fell, and the person had already stood up.
Zhong Jianguo got up subconsciously and stepped back again and again: "Just kidding, kidding, don't take it seriously."
"I just took it seriously." Song Zhaodi reached out and grabbed his arm.
Zhong Jianguo wanted to block it like a conditioned reflex, but his hand froze in half: "You are making shoes and steaming buns again today, and you are very tired. Just tell me what to do, don't teach me with your hands."
Song Zhaodi stared at him with burning eyes, "Really? There's only one chance, Captain Zhong."
"There's no more troublesome parents than you."
Song Zhaodi and Zhong Jianguo turned their heads at the same time, and saw Dawa standing at the door, looking old-fashioned.
A trace of unease flashed across Zhong Jianguo's face, and he said solemnly, "We didn't make trouble."
The big baby glanced at his dad. He was not a child, okay? "Yes, no trouble. Then, Dad, can I trouble you to let me go. I'm thirsty and want to pour a glass of water."
Zhong Jianguo wanted to say, you go. Suddenly realized that he and Song Zhaodi were blocking the way. His face turned red all of a sudden, and he subconsciously pulled Song Zhaodi to his side.
Song Zhaodi staggered.
The forehead hit Zhong Jianguo's chin.
Zhong Dawa glanced at the two of them and shook her head: "Lying hurts your mouth. People, you can't do bad things."
"Zhong Jianqiang!" Zhong Jianguo rubbed his chin and gritted his teeth, "Believe it or not, I'll beat you?!"
Zhong Dawa turned around and said, "Trust me. Because you are a father, you are tall, you are strong, and you can beat up anyone you want." After speaking, she made a face at him and ran to the kitchen.
Song Zhaodi rubbed her forehead and sighed, "Hurry up and knead the steamed buns, it's getting dark."
"This skin boy is about to go to heaven." Zhong Jianguo pointed in the direction of the kitchen, "You don't care about him?"
Song Zhaodi: "I remember when we first got married, Dawa was very afraid of you, why aren't you afraid now?"
The days before were bad, Zhong Jianguo couldn't be happy, he didn't have a smile all day, he was gloomy, and he was busy dealing with Lao Jiang's people for a while, and he had a murderous aura that Zhong Jianguo didn't even know about himself, Dawa was not afraid of him Weird.
Later, Song Zhaodi came to Zhong's house, and the house became more lively every day. The smile on Zhong Jianguo's face became more and more every day, and the distance between him and the child became closer. In the past two years, he has been with the child, and the big baby is afraid of him.
Zhong Jianguo knew why, he could guess without talking about Song Zhaodi: "Because you are protecting him."
Song Zhaodi was stunned, didn't expect him to say this, and didn't react for a while, "You really... When we met for the first time, if you reacted so fast, I would never dare to lie to you."
"How could it compare to now?" Zhong Jianguo said, "There was no Song Zhaodi to teach me at that time."
Song Zhaodi stomped on his feet: "Oil-sounding slip!"
"Mother is right." The big baby came out with the enamel tank, passed by Zhong Jianguo, and said quickly, "Dad, the water is very hot, don't touch me." Hidden meaning, if you hit me, I will pour hot water on you body.
Zhong Jianguo's hand paused for a while: "The heart of a villain. Who rarely touches you." When Zhong Dawa passed him, he stretched out his long arm and slapped Dawa's butt.
The big baby stumbled and nearly fell. I grabbed the door frame subconsciously, stabilized my body, turned around and asked in disbelief, "Are you still my dad?"
"Stepfather." Song Zhaodi replied, "Don't be angry, my mother will help you clean him up later."
Zhong Dawa's face was delighted, and her eyes rolled: "Mother, it's very hot today. I asked my father to sleep on the bench. There is air leaking from the chair, so it's cool."
"It's a good idea." Song Zhaodi said, "Then do as you said."
Zhong Jianguo looked at his son and then at his daughter-in-law: "One sing and one harmony, what about cross talk?"
"I'm not joking with you." Song Zhaodi lifted her eyelids to look at him. "The baby almost fell. If she falls, she will either knock on the door or on the threshold. It's not a loss if you are punished for sleeping on a chair!"
Zhong Jianguo glanced outside, saw that the child hadn't come, and said loudly: "I was wrong, listen to you, sleep on the chair tonight." Then he whispered: "Don't lock the door at night." After a pause, "There are a lot of mosquitoes, the chair There are no mosquitoes on it, and sleeping outside for a night can kill me."
"That's just right." Song Zhaodi said, "It saves you from playing with your children regardless of occasion or place in the future."
Zhong Jianguo's face changed slightly: "Are you serious?"
"Do you think I'm joking?" Song Zhaodi said, "You should borrow a mosquito net before it gets dark." After speaking, she went to the kitchen with a drawer of steamed buns.
Zhong Jianguo hurriedly followed: "The mosquito net is not Chinese cabbage, so you can borrow it if you want. Teacher Song, can you remember it for me first, and then punish you when it's not hot?"
Song Zhaodi thought about it: "It's not impossible."
Zhong Jianguo was overjoyed: "Thank you, Teacher Xiao Song."
"Don't be too happy." Song Zhaodi told him what she asked Zhou Shufen about, and then asked again, "What would you do if someone told me that I had a problem with my body and I couldn't have a baby?"
Zhong Jianguo wanted to say, just give birth to one. But he knew that Song Zhaodi was more serious now than before: "What do you want me to say? I'll say it."