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Chapter 92
Chapter 92
Several children laughed.
Gengsheng, who has always been too lazy to speak, couldn't help but say, "Mother, you are not the King of the Mountain."
Song Zhaodi nodded and agreed: "I am the marshal of our family."
"Then what is my dad?" Zhong Dawa asked with a smile.
Zhong Jianguo: "I also want to know what I am."
"You are the political commissar." Song Zhaodi asked, "Is that okay?"
Zhong Jianguo was dissatisfied, and felt that it was boring to argue with Song Zhaodi, but he wanted to see Song Zhaodi too proud, so he reluctantly said, "It's okay."
"Dad was really reluctant when he said that." Da Wa pouted, "Mother, Dad seems to be very dissatisfied with you."
Zhong Jianguo hummed and laughed twice: "I'm even more dissatisfied with you." The voice fell, and with a click, he took off the belt from his waist.
The five children ran away.
Zhong Jianguo glanced at the children's backs and looked away: "I thought I wasn't afraid."
"Are you really willing to fight?" Song Zhaodi asked.
Zhong Jianguo: "Pumping them twice on their buttocks only hurts for two days. What's there to give up? I just don't want to beat them." After speaking, he turned to Song Zhaodi, "Make spinach stir-fry?"
"You set fire?" Song Zhaodi asked rhetorically.
Zhong Jianguo nodded and said as he walked into the house, "When they get older, they won't be able to cook vegetables and steamed steamed buns on the stove."
"Yeah." Song Zhaodi said, "Steaming a pot of steamed buns in a steel pan is not enough for the five of them to eat in one meal."
Zhong Jianguo: "Then ask them to go up the mountain to pick up firewood. Steam steamed buns and stir-fry vegetables in a ground pot, and the stove is used to cook porridge and steam rice."
"It's started now." Song Zhaodi pointed to the firewood in the kitchen, "They also realized that they ate too much, and it was difficult to cook on the stove. When school was over in the afternoon, they would go around the mountain to see if there was any falling firewood. .
"I think when they get bigger, you can find a long bamboo pole, tie a sickle to it, and ask them to go to the side of the mountain to break the branches. Anyway, if the random branches on the tree are not broken off, it will affect the growth of the tree."
Zhong Jianguo: "Let them go a few times first, and tell them not to run inside. It will be very uncomfortable for several days to be bitten by the poisonous snakes, insects and ants inside."
"I know." Song Zhaodi said with a smile, "I worked so hard to feed them so big, I don't want to see them suffer more than you." In fact, Song Zhaodi didn't worry about a few children. The brothers can tie the big baby up.
Zhong Jianguo left early in the morning and returned late, Song Zhaodi said this on purpose because he was afraid that he would think she had a big heart.
Song Zhaodi made two pots of fried spinach, and as soon as the dish came out of the pot, she handed Zhong Jianguo a pair of chopsticks: "How about a taste."
Zhong Jianguo was afraid that it would not taste good, so he stuffed a little bit into his mouth, chewed it twice, put down his chopsticks and sat down again.
Song Zhaodi didn't understand: "The dishes are already cooked, why don't you ask them to come back for dinner, why are you sitting in front of the stove?"
"I think you have to fry another pot." Zhong Jianguo said, "They will eat this as fried noodles."
Song Zhaodi tasted a little bit and sighed: "I should have thought of this long ago." After saying that, she poured all the spinach that she had reserved for tomorrow morning into the pot, and then took half a handful of saffron into it, and suddenly thought, " How many children seem to have never eaten fried noodles? I remember correctly."
Zhong Jianguo nodded: "Do you want to do it? Don't do it, I think you have to live a pot of noodles."
"The big baby and Zili are making noodles." The two children's hands are weak, and the noodles they roll out are uneven, Song Zhaodi said, "I'm rolling the noodles. Anyway, there are beans, so I'll make the noodles tomorrow."
Zhong Jianguo's face changed slightly: "I won't be back tomorrow, you can do it another day."
"Want to go out?" Song Zhaodi asked.
Zhong Jianguo: "Regular inspection."
"That's right, you're not at home, let's do less." Song Zhaodi blurted out.
Zhong Jianguo suddenly felt chest tightness and shortness of breath: "Song Zhaodi, I'm your man!"
"But you can eat more than Sanwa and I." Song Zhaodi said, "If you're not at home, I'll cook less for the two of you."
Zhong Jianguo gritted his teeth: "Believe it or not, I will go to a military court to sue you for mistreating front-line soldiers?!"
Song Zhaodi cooperated with him, clasping her hands together: "I'm so scared. Please don't do this to me."
"puff!"
Song Zhaodi turned her head sharply, a row of children stood at the door of the kitchen, coughed lightly, and said seriously, "It's funny?"
"It's not funny, it's not funny." The big baby put down the plate and ran behind the self-reliance and rejuvenation, "it's quite
funny
of. Without waiting for Song Zhaodi and Zhong Jianguo to speak, they said, "I'm going to pull the table and move the bench." "
Song Zhaodi snorted: "Come tomorrow to make a rectangular table. Our small square table will not be able to sit."
"A rectangular table doesn't look good." Zhong Jianguo thought about it, "Don't think about it."
Song Zhaodi: "Then make the table eighty centimeters high, and then make seven more. No, seven doesn't sound good. Make eight chairs."
"Let's make ten." Zhong Jianguo said, "It sounds good if you are perfect. There will be a place to sit when guests will come in the future."
Song Zhaodi: "I heard Mrs. Duan say that the carpenters on the island are not doing well, can you do it for us?"
"It was not good before. In the past few years, people have been working with them from time to time, and they have practiced it." Zhong Jianguo said, "By the way, I will make a bunk bed for Sanwa. He is also old and can no longer squeeze with his brothers."
In 1972, on the 30th day of the 1st lunar month, which is also the 15th day of the twelfth lunar month, Zhong Jianguo returned from outside and did not go home. Instead, he went to the company to find a truck, and went to the carpenter's house to pull the bed, table and chairs home. .
The Zhong family had made several beds before, and he pulled the bed back again. Sister-in-law Chen saw Song Zhaodi and Zhong Jianguo moving the bed down, and asked, "Do you want to import more people in your family?"
The couple were stunned, and asked in unison, "What's the addition?"
"Xiao Song is not pregnant yet." Sister-in-law Chen glanced at Song Zhaodi's belly, "Then why are you making so many beds? Is it possible to adopt a child again?"
Song Zhaodi suddenly wanted to scold people, what his mother did.
Zhong Jianguo hurriedly held Song Zhaodi's hand and said with a smile, "The child is getting older, and each person has a bed."
"Five beds?" Sister Chen was surprised, "I remember that your house is the same as ours. There are only three rooms upstairs for people to live in. You make so many beds, where do you put them. I'm really worried for you. So many kids."
Zhong Jianguo said with a smile: "This will not worry my sister-in-law. If my sister-in-law wants to know, come to our house tomorrow to have a look."
"Okay." Sister-in-law Chen blurted out, agreeing very simply.
Zhong Jianguo patted Song Zhaodi's shoulder: "It's going to rain, hurry up and move the bed in."
"Are you fucking sick?" There are five children in the family. Although they are all rough children, Song Zhaodi rarely swears at home. "I don't know what's going on."
Zhong Jianguo: "I have enough to eat."
"I think it's free too." After a pause, "Our relatives are honest, and I thought there were no more disgusting people. I didn't expect that, I didn't expect that I was still too young."
Zhong Jianguo shook his head and laughed: "Don't care, if she talks, you can just treat her as farting."
"I ignored her? She thought I was scared. Besides, why should I endure her?" Song Zhaodi glared at Zhong Jianguo, "Which country are you from?"
Zhong Jianguo: "I have the same bed as you."
"Go away!" Song Zhaodi laughed and scolded him in anger, and couldn't help sighing, "I rushed to join the army in the forest tomorrow, but she and Colonel Lin are the only ones left at home. The two of them can cook their meals and wash their clothes. You should be staring at our house all day." After a pause, "It's more annoying than the bastard in our village."
Zhong Jianguo smiled and said, "Goddam's mother is not as shy as Chen Dasao. That woman is not particular, and her words are not pleasing to the ears, but what are they saying?"
"It would be great if the courtyard walls could be built higher." Song Zhaodi said, "Unfortunately, these houses were built by your troops. We can only live there and have no right to change them."
Zhong Jianguo thought about it carefully, "It's not impossible. Tomorrow I'll knock a few nails on the wall, pull a few wires into the fence wall, and plant a creeper. Within two years, there will be an extra natural barrier."
"This method is good." Song Zhaodi's eyes filled with joy, "Can you get a creeping tiger?"
Zhong Jianguo: "Find someone to ask. There are so many people in our army, someone must know."
"Unfortunately, their Linzhong has grown up." Song Zhaodi said, "Even if the big baby is dangling in front of Linzhong with fried chicken legs, Linzhong is too embarrassed to make trouble with his mother."
Zhong Jianguo said with a smile: "Linzhong has grown up, and Linzhong's nephew and niece have also grown up."
Song Zhaodi didn't react for a while, and when she thought about it, she couldn't believe it: "Captain Zhong, how did you become so bad?"
"Madam taught me well." Zhong Jianguo blurted out.
Song Zhaodi raised her leg and kicked him.
Zhong Jianguo hurriedly dodged: "Don't make trouble, quickly lift the bed up, a few children are still waiting."
After the test on Friday, the school will be closed. It just happened to be Sunday. Because of the bad weather, Song Zhaodi was afraid of rain or snow, so she didn't dare to ask her children to go out to play. She was at home at the moment.
The gate of Zhong's house was small, and the truck could not get in. Zhong Jianguo parked the car outside and called Song Zhaodi to help. A few children lay upstairs and saw what was in the truck, and ran downstairs with Song Zhaodi.
Song Zhaodi hurried them up to clean up the room, but after the room was cleaned up, the parents didn't come up, and the three babies lay on the stairs and shouted down: "Mother, Dad, hurry up."
"Come on." Song Zhaodi went upstairs, helped Zhong Jianguo to install the bed, and brought up the small square table where he used to eat, leaving the children to do their homework, and then told the five children what Sister Chen said just now.
Song Zhaodi's voice fell, and Gengsheng asked, "Mother, what are you going to do with her?"
"On the morning of the second day of the new year, clean up the room and I'll invite her to come and have a look." Song Zhaodi said.
Gengsheng frowned: "That's it?"
"That's enough." Song Zhaodi sneered, "If I don't disturb their house, I won't be—"
Zhong Jianguo said quickly, "Isn't it Song Zhaodi?"
Song Zhaodi's face changed slightly. Damn, she almost said her real name: "It's not your mother." She glanced at the five children.
Zhong Dawa couldn't help but gear up: "Mother, how do we need to cooperate?"
"Look how excited you are." Song Zhaodi rubbed his head, "I'll know when the time comes."
Lin Zhong's eldest sister married in Hangzhou City, and the second and third sisters married on the next island. Due to the inconvenience of travel, Chen's sister-in-law favored sons over daughters, so that the three sisters seldom returned to their parents' homes throughout the year, or did not want to come back.
Every year on the second day of the new year, the three sisters of the Lin family will definitely come back.
On the second day of the Lunar New Year, God is very generous, the weather is clear and there are no clouds. After breakfast, Song Zhaodi ordered several children to carry the newly made rectangular dining table to the corridor.
The children were lying on the table doing their homework, while Song Zhaodi sat on a chair to bask in the sun, while staring at the Chen family next door.
After ten o'clock, Zhong Dawa put down the brush, glanced at Song Zhaodi secretly, and ran into the house.
"What are you doing? Zhong Dawa." Song Zhaodi asked slowly.
The big baby stopped abruptly: "Are you pretending to be asleep? Mother."
Self-reliance hooked his head and glanced: "Mother didn't even open her eyes."
Big baby folded back.
Song Zhaodi slowly opened her eyes, proving that she was not pretending.
"How do you know it's me? Mother." Dawa was very curious, "You didn't even open your eyes."
Song Zhaodi: "Whatever your brothers and sisters want to do, they will tell me. Tell me, what are you doing in the house?"
"I'm thirsty, and I want to soak in wheat milk essence." The big baby asked eagerly, "I also want to eat a toffee, can you? Mother."
Song Zhaodi: "Yes. But you can't eat alone."
"No one thought about it." Dawa said.
Song Zhaodi waved her hand: "Go."
"Me too?" Sanwa said to Dawa, looking at Song Zhaodi.
Song Zhaodi nodded: "Let's also go for self-reliance and rebirth."
Self-reliance and rehabilitation follow. The baby didn't move.
Song Zhaodi was curious: "You don't want to eat it?"
"Brother Zili will help me get it." Erwa put down the brush and picked up the paper on the table, "Mother, can you see the portrait I drew?"
Song Zhaodi looked over: "Orchid?"
"What kind of bluegrass?" Erwa turned over to look at it, and there was nothing wrong with the drawing, "It's a leek. Didn't mother see it?"
Song Zhaodi couldn't help patting her forehead: "I forgot that you haven't seen an orchid before, so it's impossible to draw it." After a while, "Why do you suddenly remember to draw a leek?"
"I practice painting, and I will paint it on clothes later." Erwa said, "Mother, when will you teach me how to make clothes?"
Song Zhaodi raised her eyebrows: "You are only seven years old."
"I'll be eight years old in a few months." Erwa came over and took Song Zhaodi's hand, "You said, you can teach me what I want to learn. Mother, you teach my brother to cook, too. You have to teach me how to make clothes."
Song Zhaodi thought about it: "When it gets hot tomorrow, when my mother makes summer clothes for you, I will teach you to make them."
"I just made it last year." Zhong Erwa was puzzled, "The clothes are still new."
Song Zhaodi pinched his little face: "You guys are growing taller again, the clothes from last year can't be worn this year, so they have to be dismantled and re-sewed - Hey, when did the eldest sister in the forest come, why didn't I see it. Two Baby, let's talk about the clothes later." He took off the woolen blanket covering his legs and went out.
"Why are you going, mother?" Erwa followed, "Wait for me."
Song Zhaodi walked to the fence and asked with a smile, "Is there a guest at my sister-in-law's house?"
"Yes." Sister-in-law Chen turned around when she heard the voice, thinking that Song Zhaodi didn't know, pointed to the woman beside her, "This is the eldest sister in the forest. She married the year you came to the island, and she has been busy with work these past few years. , I don't come back often, you haven't seen it before."
Song Zhaodi had seen Lin Zhong's three sisters, but she was too lazy to explain, so she deliberately pretended not to know: "Have you just arrived?"
"It's been a while." The woman in her twenties but with a figure in her thirties said with a smile, "We'll see that it's almost noon. The second and third sisters haven't come yet, so let's come out and have a look."
Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "It should be almost there." After saying that, she glanced in the direction of the pier and saw a group of people coming here. Due to the distance, it was impossible to see the person coming, but Song Zhaodi said, "It may be there."
Sister-in-law Chen and her eldest daughter hurried out, squinted for a while, and couldn't help saying, "It's true. Xiao Song, your eyes are so good."
"Young." Song Zhaodi opened the door and walked to her side, "I can't wait until I'm as old as you."
Sister-in-law Chen took a breath and opened her mouth to say, Xiao Song, can you speak? It's a New Year's Eve, what does it mean? After thinking about it carefully, Song Zhaodi was right, and smiled awkwardly: "Yes. Yes, it's old and useless."
"Yeah. However, your daughters are all grown up." Song Zhaodi said, "I won't be able to move in the future. They will take care of you. It's not like me, raising a litter of bastards."