Chapter 106 Zhao Di is angry

Sister-in-law Duan was greatly shocked. Rao knew that Song Zhaodi was very smart from a long time ago: "How did you guess?"

Song Zhaodi was very sure: "I guessed it right?"

"The day you came back, it had been three days of high temperature, and the house was sultry, so we went under the tree with a fan and a pony to enjoy the shade." Sister-in-law Duan said as she recalled, "When the Shen family's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law passed by, I went with them. To say hello, Shen Xuancheng's mother replied to me, and Sun Wanru smiled and didn't say a word. Later, when we chatted, she didn't say anything, and suddenly asked if you were an English teacher, and we were also shocked. "

Song Zhaodi: "Didn't Shen Xuancheng tell her?"

"I listened to her and only knew that you were a teacher, so I guess I thought you were a Chinese teacher." Sister Duan was curious, "What does this have to do with her staring at you?"

Song Zhaodi: "Maybe it's out of curiosity, or I can't believe that I can speak English, drive a car, and make clothes. Just like I wonder if she is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting."

"Then do you want to ask her?" Sister Duan asked.

Song Zhaodi shook her head: "I'm in a bad mood when it's raining today. When I'm in a better mood, if I can remember it, I'll ask her. If I can't remember it, forget it."

"Then don't ask." Sister Duan said, "I want to see how long she can hold back, and take the initiative to talk to you."

Song Zhaodi also wanted to know, so Sun Wanru looked at it.

On the fifteenth day of the eighth month of the lunar calendar, Mid-Autumn Festival, on Friday afternoon, when the school bell rang, the big girl slapped her schoolbag and cried, "Go home and eat chicken."

Self-reliance secretly screamed, not good!

Ma Zhenxing, who was sitting in front of Dawa, suddenly got up: "Dawa, wait for me!"

"I know what you want to say." Zhong Dawa stopped, "My family makes old hens, and yours also has old hens."

Ma Zhenxing dragged his schoolbag: "My hens are kept for laying eggs. If I want to eat old hens, my mother will eat me. Dad, are you my good friend?"

"It doesn't matter if you are a good friend or not." Zhong Dawa said, "Your mother scolds you for a chicken, which means that you are not as good as a chicken, and your mother doesn't hurt you at all."

Ma Zhenxing suddenly felt very uncomfortable: "Dad, I don't need to go to your house. You can go back and ask Teacher Song to tell my mother to kill an old hen for me to eat."

"Don't tell me." Zhong Dawa said, "My mother hates trouble. When she finds out that I am looking for trouble for her again, I will be chopped by my mother and made dumplings."

Ma Zhenxing didn't let him go: "Then you go home with me and tell my mother that she is partial."

"Thinking beautifully." Zhong Dawa broke his hand, "Be on your own, come and help."

Ma Zhenxing said quickly: "Self-reliance, don't come here, or I'll call someone."

"Do you have someone to show off?" Zhong Dawa pointed at him, "I count three times, if you don't let go, I don't need to call anyone else, just call my brother over and I'll be able to clean you up."

Ma Zhenxing let go subconsciously: "Dad, you don't take me with you when you eat chicken, are you a brother?"

"Not today." Da Wa waved, "Don't come to my house. It's not your share if you come. My mother killed two chickens and four legs. Five of us are not enough."

After six o'clock, Zhong Jianguo felt that the room was stuffy, so he moved the table under the magnolia tree by the water well, and the five children moved chairs and chopsticks.

Song Zhaodi came out with a pot of chicken noodle soup, the big baby glanced at it, took a deep breath, and said, "Mother, I'll serve the noodles. Stand on your own, go and serve the chicken—"

"Song Zhaodi, open the door!"

With a roar, Song Zhaodi looked out like a conditioned reflex.

Seeing the person coming, Zhong Jianguo frowned: "Zhou Shufen, are you sick?"

"You are sick!" Zhou Shufen shouted, "I didn't call you, I was talking to Song Zhaodi."

Song Zhaodi walked over and opened the door, and found that besides her, there was a young man named Ma Zhenxing outside the door. This made Song Zhaodi involuntarily think of the scene when Zhou Shufen came to her for a theory when Dawa and Ma Zhenxing fought.

In the past, Zhou Shufen could say that she would never quarrel with her, but now she dares to yell at her? Song Zhaodi couldn't help laughing when she thought of this: "I'm here, what's the matter?"

"What are you talking about?!" Zhou Shufen glared, "Zhong Dawa, come here too, your kid."

Song Zhaodi turned around and wanted to call Dawa, but found that the neighbors on the left and right had also come out and were looking at her... So she explained to everyone: "It's okay, Zhenxing's mother is playing with me."

"I'm not kidding with you." Zhou Shufen said, "Your family eats chicken as long as you eat chicken. Why do you ask Dawa to tell Zhenxing, and you have to say that you are killing an old hen?"

Song Zhaodi looked at Ma Zhenxing, the teenager made a "please" gesture, and suddenly couldn't help laughing and crying: "Our family kills old hens. The feathers are still in the trash can. If you don't believe me, go and see for yourself."

"Hen?" Zhou Shufen exclaimed, "Song Zhaodi, are you sick? Kill the old hen to eat."

Zhong Jianguo: "You didn't kill your chicken, can you manage it?" After a pause, "I don't even want to feed a chicken to my children, so I'm so embarrassed to come here? Zhao Di, eat, and ignore her."

Zhou Shufen strode to the dining table.

Zhong Dawa pointed at the chicken that Zi Li had just brought out: "See for yourself if it's an old hen."

Zhou Shufen took a closer look and couldn't refute, but she couldn't help but say, "You have a rooster, why don't you kill the rooster?"

"You're so funny." Zhong Jianguo frowned, "The chickens belong to my family. Kill whichever one you want. Zhenxing, let's eat it at our house."

Zhou Shufen said first: "No, our family is cooking too."

"Boiled vegetables and steamed buns?" Zhong Dawa asked curiously.

Zhou Shufen choked: "Zhong Dawa, wait for me, you arrogant child, and come to my house to play another day. If I don't beat you, I don't believe Zhou."

"Your surname was not Zhou at first." Da Wa said, "Your surname is Ma now."

Zhou Shufen wanted to refute, but the words turned around: "Song Zhaodi, how does your son know everything?"

"What do you mean?" Sister-in-law Duan didn't understand, so she asked Mr. Liu, who was watching with relish.

Master Liu asked back: "Wait a hundred years from now, if Liu Wei erects a monument for us, will your name be Duan's or Liu Duan's?"

"Of course it's about Liu—" Sister-in-law Duan was surprised, "Dude even understands this? It's amazing."

The big baby frowned: "Don't ask my mother for anything. This is not taught by my mother. My father's surname is written on my mother's tombstone."

"Every year on Qingming Festival, Baihua's death day and before the Spring Festival, Dawa will take Erwa and Sanwa to visit Baihua at the grave." Song Zhaodi asked back, "Do you have any opinions?"

Zhou Shufen moved her mouth: "I didn't. But—"

"Then don't do it." Song Zhaodi said, "Go home if you have nothing to do."

The big baby pulled Ma Zhenxing: "Come here. Erwa, go get the tableware."

"Mom..." Ma Zhenxing looked at Zhou Shufen, or you should go back.

Zhou Shufen suddenly felt dark in front of her eyes: "I'll kill the old hen when I go home."

"It's been almost five years since the two old hens I killed." Song Zhaodi was afraid of her misunderstanding, "I think the chickens are too old."

Zhou Shufen snorted, "Got it." She turned around and left, leaving her son at Zhong's house.

Sun Wanru pointed at Zhou Shufen: "She just left?"

Mother Shen looked back when she heard the voice, and saw her daughter-in-law couldn't believe it: "Do you think she came to quarrel with Teacher Song? Xiao Wednesday came to Zhong's house to pick vegetables at five o'clock. The two have a good relationship."

"I, I don't know." Sun Wanru said, and couldn't help muttering, "Someone is actually nice to her."

Mother Shen didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

"She said, she didn't expect the two to have a good relationship." Shen Xuancheng said.

Mother Shen glanced at her: "You stay in the house every day and don't come out, of course you don't know." Seeing her son blinking, Mother Shen took a deep breath, "Xiao Zhou's son is Dawa's classmate, and he finds Dawa to play every day. Big baby said that his family eats chicken, and Zhenxing also wants to eat chicken when he goes home, so Xiao Zhou came to Xiao Song."

"Then she misunderstood her?" Sun Wanru asked.

Mother Shen really didn't want to pay attention to her: "Yeah, you can't just look at things on the surface." After a pause, "Let's eat too."

The three members of the Shen family stood under the eaves, the sound was not loud, and Song Zhaodi did not hear it. Even if Song Zhaodi heard her, as long as she didn't call her, Song Zhaodi pretended not to hear her. After all, she had a litter of children to take care of, so she couldn't be like Sun Wanru, staring at her every three days, wishing she could be seen.

Song Zhaodi didn't take the initiative, Shen's mother didn't bother to urge her daughter-in-law to go out, and Sun Wanru didn't come out, so that by the next summer, Song Zhaodi brought her five children back from Xiaosong Village, and Song Zhaodi and Sun who lived so close together. It was as if he didn't even say a word.

In 1973, on August 8, the day of the beginning of autumn, the temperature on Wengzhou Island was as high as 356 degrees. After one o'clock in the afternoon, when the temperature was the highest, there was no way to stay in the house, so Song Zhaodi imitated Sister Duan, holding a fan in her right hand and a maza in her left, and went to enjoy the shade under a big tree five or six meters away from Zhong's house.

When Sister Duan saw Song Zhaodi, she shouted loudly, "Little Song, here."

Song Zhaodi walked over with a smile, and when she got there, she noticed that the Shen family's mother-in-law and daughter-in-law were sitting on the other side of the tree with two little girls. After a glance, she looked away: "Is it cool here?" asked Sister-in-law Duan.

Mother Shen: "It's cool. Teacher Song, your third child should be in the first grade this year, right?"

"Yes." Song Zhaodi originally wanted to turn her back to Mother Shen, but seeing that she deliberately turned around to talk to herself, she simply sat down opposite Sister Duan and faced her and Mother Shen.

Mother Shen said with a smile: "Our family's Xiaoying is also in the first grade this year. I will ask Xiaoying to go to school with your third child tomorrow."

"Then you have to ask Sanwa." Song Zhaodi said, "Don't get me wrong, Auntie. In fact, Sanwa was in the first grade last year. But that kid is too naughty. He won't go in the rain, snow, or even when it's hot.

"His dad told him that he would be in the first grade next year after three days of fishing and two days of netting. He didn't believe it. In order to cure his problem, Jianguo specially told his teacher that he should be kept in grades."

Sister-in-law Duan was surprised: "I thought the third child of your family was still in preschool. Wait, doesn't he like going to school? When the second child was in the first grade, he was clamoring to go."

Song Zhaodi: "He really likes going to school, and he likes to play tricks in class." Song Zhaodi said, "The teacher taught him the content of Dawa and Zili taught him. He thinks that he will know it. Not only does he not listen to the lecture, but he also affects others." After a pause, "He was disobedient, and the teacher told him to stand up. Too many times, he would go if he wanted to go, and he would not go if he didn't want to go."

"Then you don't care about him?" Sun Wanru said suddenly.

Song Zhaodi raised her eyebrows: "I've already taken care of it."

"Repetition is a matter of management?" Sun Wanru couldn't believe it.

Song Zhaodi: "Yes."

"You guys, how can you manage your children like this?" Sun Wanru couldn't understand, "Wasting a year, doing this is extremely irresponsible to the children."

Sister-in-law Duan looked at Song Zhaodi subconsciously, have you provoked her again?

Song Zhaodi did not answer Mrs. Duan, "How can I be responsible for the child? Spanking on the palm? Spanking? Being punished for not being allowed to eat? Unfortunately, our family has never spanked a child."

"You can't be talented if you don't fight." Sun Wanru said.

Song Zhaodi: "It used to be before the founding of the People's Republic of China. It's 1973, and I don't teach children that much anymore."

"Then how do you teach?" Sister-in-law Duan was afraid of a quarrel in the next two days, and interjected, "Tell us about it, let's listen to it too."

Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "Put the facts and make sense."

"This move won't work." Jiang Qin, the lover of Political Commissar Lu, had also been on the battlefield before. Later, he was injured and could not work and take care of the family, so he retired to take care of the family. Political commissar Lu lived to the east of Master Liu. "My eldest grandson came to the island a few days ago to spend a few days on the island. Our old Lu wanted to beat him with a belt. He was not afraid. Let alone be reasonable."

Song Zhaodi: "That's because your eldest grandson knew that Political Commissar Lu was frightening him."

"How do you know?" Jiang Qin asked quickly.

Song Zhaodi: "Because Jianguo also likes to use belts to scare children. But every time the big baby can tell whether his dad is frightening him or serious."

"Didn't you say your family doesn't beat children?" Sun Wanru asked.

Song Zhaodi frowned. Did the woman play with her to find fault with her: "I said that I didn't fight, it's not that I didn't fight. I didn't fight because the children were too good, and Jianguo didn't give Jianguo a chance to beat them."

"Rereading the first grade as well?" Sun Wanru asked.

Song Zhaodi wanted to roll her eyes: "School is not a prison. We caught Sanwa and beat him up today, and Sanwa will go to school tomorrow. He ran home after class, and Jianguo and I didn't know. Even if we knew, we would arrest him again. What's the use of beating up, over and over again, and the child still doesn't listen?"

"You haven't tried it yet." Sun Wanru said, "Why are you so sure?"

Song Zhaodi: "Don't try, I understand the children I raised."

"Why didn't you say you're too lazy to try?" Sun Wanru hummed softly.

Song Zhaodi frowned, her face full of displeasure: "What do you mean?"