Chapter 105 Neuropathy

Zhong Jianguo almost choked, and quickly covered his mouth: "This name is fine, I agree."

Gengsheng saw his father's eyes full of smiles, and he wondered in his heart, what's the problem? Think about it, "I don't want it. Mother, my name is very good."

"My name is pretty good too." Zi Li continued.

Dawa looked at his brother, then at his parents, and tentatively said, "I think Dongfeng sounds better than being strong."

"Then you change it, we won't change it." Gengsheng said.

The big baby choked: "You, if you don't change, we won't be like a family."

Gengsheng's face changed suddenly. He likes to hear others say that your brothers are brothers at first sight. But he really didn't want to change: "I, I think there is something wrong with the name Mother gave." Before Song Zhaodi could speak, she said, "Dad, didn't you find out? Mother didn't think about it when she said the name."

Dawa turned to Song Zhaodi, saw her eyes full of narrowness, and sighed in her heart: "Then I won't change it."

"I won't change it either." Sanwa said quickly, "Xiangnan is very nice."

Erwa: "Change it for me."

"What to change?" Zhong Jianguo glared at him, "This name was given by your own mother. Change the name, be careful that your mother comes to you in the middle of the night."

Erwa wrinkled her nose: "My mother is dead."

"Her soul came to you." Zhong Jianguo said.

Gengsheng blurted out: "A ghost?"

"You can say that." Zhong Jianguo said.

Erwa's face changed suddenly, he wasn't afraid of his own mother, but he was afraid of ghosts, so he said quickly, "No change, no change."

"Dad, are there really ghosts in the world?" Gengsheng asked.

Zhong Jianguo thought for a moment: "I don't know either. But as the old saying goes, there is a god who raises his head three feet, and we should be in awe."

"You mean no." Gengsheng was disappointed, "No wonder I haven't seen my father."

Erwa was very angry: "Dad!"

"Change your name?" Zhong Jianguo asked.

Erwa didn't dare, but he was still very angry: "Can you not scare me in the future?"

"A coward." Zhong Dawa rolled his eyes at him, "Mother, is there an allusion in the south, south, north and west?"

Song Zhaodi: "There are no allusions. There are these cards in mahjong. We usually call playing mahjong as playing mahjong. If you guys are called Southeast, Northwest, Central—"

"I know that mother is holding back her arms again, and Dad really knows you best." The big baby glared at her, "And Dad, you two will be embarrassed if you join together."

Zhong Jianguo was not annoyed either: "My mother and I are wolves, what are you? Little wolf cub."

"That's fine too." Da Wa agreed succinctly, and then asked, "Mother, where can you sell mahjong?"

Song Zhaodi: "No, nothing more."

"It's okay if it's gone." Zi Li said, "It saves the big baby from playing with things and getting frustrated."

Song Zhaodi was happy: "eldest son, if you say this, I have to criticize you. Indulging in fun is called playing with things. Playing occasionally, or playing for a while every day, is called rest and relaxation."

"Mr. Song is not talking nonsense." Zhong Jianguo said, "People's energy is limited. If you study all day, you will find that you are not able to do what you want, and you will get twice the result with half the effort. It's better to relax properly and then continue."

Self-reliance is somewhat skeptical: "Really?"

"Father never jokes about things related to study." Gengsheng reminded him.

After thinking about it on his own, he nodded seriously: "I remember, Dad, Mom."

"Then let's continue to eat." Song Zhaodi gave Sanwa the burrito wrapped with tomato and scrambled eggs. "If you eat this one, you are not allowed to eat it again."

Sanwa touched her stomach: "I think I can eat another one."

"What if I don't allow it?" Song Zhaodi asked.

Sanwa blurted out, "Then I won't eat it."

Song Zhaodi choked for a moment, but she didn't expect the child to be so cowardly: "Sanwa, I think you can change your name to Cowardly Bag."

"Yes, yes, this name is not bad." Dawa agreed with both hands.

Song Zhaodi: "The big baby is called the No. 1 counselor."

The smile on Dawa's face froze, and she couldn't believe it: "Mother, I'll help you!"

"It's not a big deal for you to watch the fun." Zhong Jianguo said, "Hurry up and eat, the cakes are cold."

Xiaosi was pierced, the big baby flattened his mouth, opened his mouth and took a big mouthful of the burrito.

The next morning, Song Zhaodi opened her eyes and heard the sound of pattering. She opened the curtains to see that it was pouring rain outside, and she quickly woke up Zhong Jianguo.

When Zhong Jianguo heard the movement, he opened his eyes and saw her lying by the window: "It's raining heavily?"

"It's very big." Song Zhaodi said, and suddenly thought, "Is it a typhoon?"

Zhong Jianguo shook his head slightly: "I didn't receive any news." After a while, "Don't worry, our house is solid."

"I'm not worried about this." Song Zhaodi said, "If there is a typhoon, I will pick all the half-sized cucumbers and eggplants."

When Zhong Jianguo heard what she said, he was immediately happy: "Mr. Song, you really think of yourself as a housewife."

"I don't want to, but what can I do?" Song Zhaodi said, "You can open a clothing factory for me, as well as a studio."

Zhong Jianguo waved his hand and picked up the folded trousers: "This matter, you should still count on your son. What do you have for breakfast? I'll cook."

"Whatever." Song Zhaodi said, "Boil a few eggs. As for the vegetables, look at the frying."

Zhong Jianguo: "Then cook a few more salted duck eggs and white rice porridge."

"My son will do it again when he sees you doing this." Song Zhaodi reminded him while putting on his clothes.

Zhong Jianguo snorted: "Let them fry themselves if they don't mind the trouble."

There is a tank in the kitchen of Zhong's family. Every night, Zhong Jianguo fills the tank to save Song Zhaodi from fetching water.

Lifting the wooden cover, Zhong Jianguo couldn't help but be glad that he didn't slack off last night, otherwise he would have to wear a raincoat to press the water today. If the well water is turbid due to rain, then their family can only eat steamed bread with boiled water in the morning.

It was rare that Zhong Jianguo took the initiative to ask to cook, and Song Zhaodi washed up, then collapsed on the bench and closed his eyes.

Zhong Jianguo put the pot for cooking porridge on the stove, and took the basin out to get the salted duck eggs. Seeing that Song Zhaodi was so comfortable, he twisted her face: "I said I was cooking, are you really the shopkeeper?"

"Put the porridge on the stove and cook the duck eggs and eggs in a pot. It will be ready in ten minutes. What do you want me to do?" Song Zhaodi slapped him on the hand, "What can I do for you?"

Zhong Jianguo: "You can help me lift the lid of the pot and pass the firewood."

Song Zhaodi opened her eyes and couldn't believe it: "Zhong Jianguo, when did you become so greasy?"

"You are greasy." Zhong Jianguo didn't know what "greasy" meant, but when he saw Song Zhaodi's disgust, he knew it was not a good thing to say, "You are so embarrassed to let me cook alone."

Song Zhaodi frowned: "Zhong Jianguo—"

"I'll go get the duck eggs." Zhong Jianguo said quickly, "Just kidding, don't be angry." He ran away.

Song Zhaodi was instantly enraged. Then go to the kitchen and wait for the fire.

As Zhong Jianguo said, if there is a typhoon, their troops will be notified immediately. And the rain in the typhoon is not the same as usual, and it rains in waves.

After breakfast, Song Zhaodi saw that the heavy rain turned to moderate rain, and she was still pattering, and she knew that she had encountered continuous rain.

When the rain was small, Song Zhaodi plucked off the cucumbers, tomatoes and eggplants that had changed overnight, and pulled out some green vegetables. It was estimated that it was enough for the family to eat two meals before Song Zhaodi went back.

When she turned around, she felt that someone was looking at her. Song Zhaodi subconsciously looked next door. There was no one under the porch next door. Song Zhaodi pretended to lift her hair and raised her head. Sure enough, she saw a person standing by the window on the second floor on the west side.

Song Zhaodi suddenly wanted to scold people, she was fucking sick.

After returning to the house to cut Zhou Shufen's clothes, Song Zhaodi held an umbrella and held a sewing basket to find Mrs. Duan.

Sister-in-law Duan was cleaning the table in the room, and when she saw her coming, she pointed at the chair: "You sit down for a while."

Song Zhaodi pulled out the cloth, and while helping Zhou Shufen sew her underwear, she asked, "Auntie, the day I came back, I saw you enjoying the shade under the big tree in the south. It seems that there are still Colonel Shen's mother and his daughter-in-law, am I right?"

"No." Sister Duan asked, "what's the matter?"

Song Zhaodi: "Is Sun Wanru's brain sick?"

"What do you say?" Sister-in-law Duan was stunned for a moment, then poured out the dirty water in the basin, poured some clean water to wash the rag and hands, and sat opposite Song Zhaodi, "Did she find you?"

Song Zhaodi: "It's okay to find me. She peeks at me every day these days." After a pause, "If she were a man, I couldn't help but suspect that he liked me."

"Then she's really sick." Sister-in-law Duan clicked, "Xiao Song, I've suffered for you."

Song Zhaodi raised her head, saw her smiling, and immediately laughed: "Auntie, I'm not joking with you. When you were chatting, didn't you tell me that I deliberately put it under the eaves to make chicken soup?"

"Do you underestimate your aunt?" Sister Duan said, "Am I that talkative person? However, I did mention you that day."

Song Zhaodi knew that it was impossible for Sun Wanru to stare at her for no reason: "What are you talking about, talking about me?"

"A few women are sitting together, what else can they talk about besides talking about the East, the West and the West." Sister Duan said, "We don't know about national events. Now, how much grain can be seen in one acre of land, and we haven't farmed it for more than ten years. , I don't know, I can only think of who is talking to whom."

Song Zhaodi thought about it carefully: "Then what?"

"When we were gossiping, we saw Jianguo drive to the dock. Commissar Lu's lover asked, what is Xiao Zhong doing at the dock. I said you'd come back today." Sister Duan said, "Commissar Zhang is Xiao Zhong's political commissar, he My lover said, a few children came back with you, and the family home is lively again. I forgot who said something, I will tell you if you are making trouble, and if you detain them at home to learn English, they will not be able to make trouble."

Song Zhaodi: "Did Sun Wanru suddenly ask you, I can speak English?"