Chapter 121 Sewing Machine

At about twelve o'clock, when the two got off the boat, Sister Duan couldn't help complaining, "I would not have gone if I had known."

"If you don't go, the Jin family will really think that the Liu family is empty." Song Zhaodi said, "Uncle Liu doesn't know?"

Sister-in-law Duan: "When Xiao Jin called me, Lao Liu had already gone to the camp. If I dared to call him, your Uncle Liu would definitely not allow me to go there." After a pause, he couldn't help but say, "I really don't know. What is Liu Ping thinking?"

"Your daughter, you don't know, and I don't know." Song Zhaodi looked up and saw flowers and bones on a peach tree with a crooked neck on the side of the road, and couldn't help but sighed, "In the blink of an eye, it's spring. Aunt, about Liu Wei, Don't worry, it's not too late to get married at the age of 30."

Sister-in-law Duan: "Your Uncle Liu said the same thing. When you get married now, your daughter-in-law can't follow the army. Maybe you will get divorced in three or five months. But I'm almost sixty. Ah, there's no way to help, but they have to take care of us."

"There are attendants." Song Zhaodi folded a peach branch, "You don't need Liu Wei's daughter-in-law to take care of you. Uncle Liu is a military commander. When he retires, the treatment will be very good. Don't worry about these things. .Enjoy more happiness while you can enjoy two years of happiness."

Sister-in-law Duan waved her hand: "I've been busy all my life, so I can't be idle."

"Then you help me with the soles of my shoes?" Song Zhaodi replied.

Sister-in-law Duan didn't even think about it: "I'll come over in the afternoon."

"Then I'll be waiting for you." Song Zhaodi looked at her home, but did not call Dawa to open the door. She threw the peach branches into the courtyard and went to the non-staple food factory.

Song Zhaodi went to the non-staple food factory to buy a bunch of vegetables without a ticket, and asked the pork worker to borrow a basket before returning with the vegetables.

Seeing that Song Zhaodi bought so much food, the big baby didn't shout about killing the big cock. However, he did not forget Song Zhaodi's promise to kill the rooster in February.

God does not make beauty.

On the morning of February 2, it started pouring rain. Looking at the rain, it seemed to flood Wengzhou Island.

Song Zhaodi couldn't keep her eyes open when she saw the rain outside, but she was amused, and deliberately asked Dawa, "Will you kill chickens today?"

"I want to kill you." The eldest child was very angry if he didn't lift the pot, "and then killed myself before my dad came back."

Song Zhaodi gave him a shocking note on his forehead: "Have you written the homework I assigned?"

"I haven't started writing yet." The big baby slumped on the chair, resting her head on her self-supporting legs and placing her feet on Zhen Gang's legs, "Mother, can you stop speaking English in class, I didn't pay attention a little, I don't know what you're talking about."

The primary school on the island is a five-year system, and Dawa started middle school last fall. Song Zhaodi is an English teacher in the first and second grades of junior high school, who happens to teach big children, self-reliance and revitalization.

Song Zhaodi glanced at him: "You didn't pay attention to the lectures in class, how dare you blame me? Zhong Dawa, I think your skin is itchy again."

"Let's not go abroad, what are we learning English for?" Dawa didn't understand.

Song Zhaodi pointed to the photo in the center of the living room: "I have to ask Comrade Chairman, why do you need to take the English test in the college entrance examination."

The big baby choked, he didn't know where the imperial capital was, how could he ask.

"There is no college entrance examination now." Dawa muttered.

Zili lowered his head and reminded him: "Dad said that the college entrance examination will resume in the future. Let's study hard now, and when the country resumes the college entrance examination, we don't have to fight at night, we can go directly to register for the test."

"But Dad doesn't know that it will take a few more years." Da Wa said, "If it takes another ten years, I will learn it now, but I will forget it in two years, and I will have to review it again later." He began to put the soles of his shoes, "Mother, stop for a while, let's talk. We really can't be soldiers on the island in the future?"

Song Zhaodi: "This issue will be discussed when you are eighteen years old. It's a little early now."

"It's not too early for self-reliance." Da Wa grabbed herself and said, "He's fourteen years old, and there are still four years left."

Song Zhaodi glanced at her self-reliance: "Four years is more than a thousand days. It's early. Zhong Dawa, if you're okay, teach Zhenxing and Zhengang to make noodles, and we'll make steamed buns at noon."

"Do you steam the buns?" Da Wa asked, "I will mix the noodles when I steam the buns."

Song Zhaodi: "No stuffing."

"Sauerkraut, tofu, bamboo shoots and shiitake mushrooms." Dawa said, "Zhenxing used to like our buns, but I only allowed him to take a bite, and he didn't taste anything." He turned his head and asked the man sitting next to Gengsheng. People, "Do you want to eat buns?"

Gengsheng glanced at him: "If you want to eat, say you want to eat, don't ask people for revitalization." After a pause, "When my brother and I first came, you said we wanted to eat whatever you wanted. Now it's about revitalization. Big baby, you are really promising."

"I'm very promising. I'll be even more promising in the future." Dawa raised her arms and clenched her fists. "You can't call me Zhong Dawa anymore, but call me General Zhong or Commander Zhong."

Song Zhaodi was speechless and wanted to laugh, "your dad doesn't dare to say that, you are very promising. If you want to eat, go and make noodles. When the rain is light, I will go to the non-staple food factory to buy tofu. Don't talk in front of me, you will be noisy. Got a headache."

"Mother, I won't quarrel with you." Erwa sat next to Song Zhaodi, "Mother, I'll help you make clothes tomorrow."

Song Zhaodi stopped and rubbed her hands: "Have you cut out the sack your dad bought for you?"

"It's cut," Erwa said, "but there are no stitches."

Song Zhaodi thought for a moment: "The sack does have to be sewn with hemp rope. I will ask your father to make one for you. Who did it?"

"Big brother." Erwa pointed to the older one.

Song Zhaodi: "When you are finished sewing, I will tell you what to pay attention to. Now I tell you too much, and you may not understand."

"Thank you mother." Erwa rolled her eyes, "Mother, I heard that there is a sewing machine, but it's amazing, how many sets of clothes can be made in a day."

Song Zhaodi was quite surprised: "Who did you listen to?"

"Deputy Commander Wu's youngest grandson is the cousin of your former student Wu Zhiyong." Da Wa said, "He said they have a sewing machine at home. Mother, rush to ask Dad to buy one for you tomorrow."

Song Zhaodi looked at the four children on the opposite side, and the three children beside her: "It's time to buy one."

In the evening, when Zhong Jianguo came home, Song Zhaodi told Zhong Jianguo about the sewing machine during dinner.

Zhong Jianguo then said that the day after he adopted Zhenxing and Zhengang, he asked someone to find out where to buy a sewing machine. Then he said, wait until the weather is fine to buy it.

On the fourth day of the second month of the lunar calendar, on Monday, the sky was clear, and Song Zhaodi had to go to school for class, and she forgot about the sewing machine for a while.

At about eleven o'clock, when Song Zhaodi returned home, she saw that the living room had changed. The two benches that were originally placed against the east and west walls were moved to the east, the dining table and chairs were placed under the porch, and there were some cardboard boxes in the living room... Song Zhaodi raised her feet and wanted to go in. After thinking about it, she stood at the door and shouted: "Zhong Jianguo, where is it?"

"This side of the stairs." Zhong Jianguo's voice came from the room.

Song Zhaodi hurried in and saw a sewing machine under the stairs on the west side, Zhong Jianguo was assembling, she couldn't help rubbing her eyes: "Really bought it?"

"Yes." Zhong Jianguo smiled, "I didn't buy it. I asked someone to buy it. Just wait a moment, you can try it. If it doesn't work, I'll replace it tomorrow."

Song Zhaodi threw the bag on the dining table and suddenly thought, "I can't use it."

"Can't use it?" Zhong Jianguo raised his head, "Are you kidding me?"

Song Zhaodi nodded: "I really don't know how to use such an antique."

"Then, what should I do?" Zhong Jianguo said, "I don't know much."

Song Zhaodi couldn't help scratching her head: "How about I ask, wait, will your brother know?"

"My brother?" Zhong Jianguo thought about it carefully, "Yes, the eldest brother will, and so will the eldest sister-in-law. Although both of them are no longer ordinary sewing workers, they used to make clothes for many years."

Song Zhaodi: "Then I'll ask him in the afternoon. Zhenxing and Zhengang's clothes are a bit short. I'm going to replace all the cloth tickets that Zhou Shufen kept with cloth, and make a few more sets for the two children."

"The weather is warm now, and the clothes won't freeze if they are shorter." Zhong Jianguo said, "Don't worry, do it slowly. The days to come are still long, so don't make yourself sick."

Song Zhaodi's heart was very warm: "Zhong Jianguo, do you still have a daughter?"

Zhong Jianguo sighed and said helplessly, "Don't be mad at me, okay?"

"Is this mad at you?" Song Zhaodi asked with a smile, "Didn't you really like girls before? Sweet little padded jacket, no more?"

Zhong Jianguo snorted, "It's getting hot, so I can't wear it anymore."

Song Zhaodi almost laughed: "Are you going to the camp later?"

"Don't go." Zhong Jianguo said, "I was busy staring at Lao Jiang's people a few days ago, and then it was about Ma Zhonghua and Zhou Shufen." After a while, "Commissar Zhang told me a few days ago, let me Take a break, if something happens, I will call Xiao Guo to pick me up. I won't go this afternoon. What do you want, I'll help you. "

Song Zhaodi: "In the afternoon? Make clothes. I plan to kill those two roosters tomorrow. If they don't kill them again, it's time for the big baby to make trouble again."

"Go back and slaughter the hens raised by Zhou Shufen." Zhong Jianguo said, "Don't go back and get sick, you will infect all the chickens to death."

Song Zhaodi: "When she is on May 7, I will take my two children to see her and discuss with her."

"Do you really believe that there are ghosts in the world?" Zhong Jianguo was amused, "It's as if she can hear it."

Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "I don't believe it. But if you say a word, you can't lose a piece of meat." After speaking, she suddenly thought, "Zhong Jianguo, tomorrow is the old horse Wuqi."

"And then?" Zhong Jianguo asked.

Song Zhaodi: "When we go shopping for cloth in the afternoon, let's go up the mountain to see the old horse."

"I won't go." Zhong Jianguo waved his hand, "The old horse doesn't like me."

Song Zhaodi looked at him: "By the way, look at the white birch on the other hill, are you going?"

Zhong Jianguo's face changed slightly, and he rubbed his nose: "I'll listen to you."

Ma Zhenxing and Ma Zhengang are about the same height as Dawa and Erwa. After two o'clock in the afternoon, Song Zhaodi came back from the mountain and called to ask Zhong Weiguo how to use the sewing machine. She made clothes for the two children according to the size of the eldest baby and the second baby.

After five o'clock, a few children arrived home, and Song Zhaodi also made two sets. Seeing that Ma Zhenxing and Ma Zhengang were very happy, Song Zhaodi washed the two sets of clothes and told them that they would be able to wear them tomorrow.

Zhenxing shook his head again and again, explaining to Song Zhaodi that he didn't wear it.

Song Zhaodi didn't understand and asked him why.

Zhenxing said, wear it during the Chinese New Year.

Song Zhaodi couldn't help sighing and wanted to explain to him, but before she could say it, the eldest baby said that the clothes will be small after the New Year.

Ma Zhenxing looked at Song Zhaodi and asked silently, right?

Song Zhaodi nodded, and then said that she would make new clothes during the Chinese New Year. After speaking, she found that Erwa was very envious, Song Zhaodi said that she would kill the chicken tomorrow. Several children abandoned the new clothes in an instant, and discussed how to eat chicken. After discussing for an hour, they decided to stew with bamboo shoots.

In the afternoon of the next day, after school, Zhong Dawa hugged Ma Zhenxing's neck and shouted, "Go home and eat chicken."

Zi Li followed behind the two of them, and smashed Dawa's back with Dawa's schoolbag: "Be careful when you turn around and beat you again."

"If you don't tell me, Ma Zhenxing doesn't tell me, my mother doesn't know." Da Wa waved her hand, "Self-reliance, my pencil case fell."

Self-reliance looked down and said, "Pick it up by yourself."

"You dropped it." The big boy said, "You should pick it up."

Self-reliance snorted: "Believe it or not, I won't help you get your schoolbag?"

"It's a letter." Zhong Dawa patted Xing Xing, "Help me pick up the pen."

The primary school students left get out of class a little earlier, and Gengsheng led his three younger brothers to the junior high school, just in time to see this scene: "If only there was a camera, I would take a picture of him and ask my mother to see what kind of virtue he has."

"I know where there are cameras." Sanwa said, "In the photo studio."

Gengsheng couldn't help rolling his eyes and slapped him on the head again: "I know too!"

"You dare to hit me?!" Sanwa shouted, covering her head, "I'll go home and tell my mother, you beat me stupid."