Chapter 147 Good things come in pairs

Zhong Jianguo walked over to take the dish from her hand: "I'm confused, I'll take care of you in the future."

"I'm counting on you? It's better to count on Sanwa." Song Zhaodi said casually, and didn't think she was old. Zhong Jianguo actually saw "loyalty", and there was no one else. "Leader Zhong, experts say that the average life expectancy of women is longer than that of men. Long. And you, eight years older than me."

Zhong Jianguo stared at her: "What do you mean?"

"It means that I can't count on you. I don't know, it seems that you are getting old soon." Dawa came in and said, and left with two plates of dumplings.

Zhong Jianguo suddenly wanted to beat someone: "Why are you everywhere?"

"There are too many children." Erwa came in and replied, and went out with the bowls and chopsticks.

Zhenxing smiled: "Uncle Zhong, let me serve it."

Zhong Jianguo gave him the plate, and saw Sanwa come in again: "What are you all doing here?"

"Not all come in." Sanwa pointed to the outside, "Zhengang and Dali didn't come in, they were pulling the table and setting up the bench."

Zhong Jianguo glared at him: "I saw it, I don't need your explanation."

"Then you still ask me." Sanwa glanced at him, pouted, and left with dumplings in hand.

Zhong Jianguo took a deep breath: "Song Zhaodi, can I beat them up?"

"Beat." Song Zhaodi said, "I think it turned out that your five sons and one nephew tied you up and watched us eat dumplings." He handed him a pot of vegetables, "Let's go, go, eat. New Year's Eve, don't let yourself go."

Zhong Jianguo looked at the six children who were already sitting and waiting for dinner: "I really hope that tomorrow is the college entrance examination, and they all pass, so as not to leave the family angry with me."

"We're all gone, you're still lonely." Dawa said, "For example, mother said, what to eat at night? You would say, just the two of us, just do something."

Zhong Jianguo snorted: "You are wrong. Your mother and I make fish dumplings every day and make meat buns. Steaming a pot on the stove is enough for the two of us to eat for two days."

Da Wa choked for a moment and couldn't believe it: "Mother, we are not at home, do you feel lonely?"

"No." Song Zhaodi thought about it seriously, "You guys have gone to school, and I have to go to class too."

Zhong Jianguo smiled: "Zhong Dawa, didn't you expect it?"

"I figured it out." The big baby didn't want to make his father too proud. "Mother, we are all grown up, so we won't be caught by the fish, and we can help you clean up the fish. Let's make fish dumplings in two days."

Song Zhaodi: "No. It's too cold, and hands are too cold when washing and cutting fish."

"I'll get it." Dawa said.

Song Zhaodi glanced at him: "You know?"

The big girl choked.

"Do it again in the fall." Zhong Jianguo said.

Song Zhaodi glanced at him: "Don't watch the excitement, it's not too big of a problem. I'll do it in two months when the weather is warm. Dali, don't be embarrassed, eat whatever you want. Don't be polite."

"You're welcome, the dishes on the table are gone." Zhong Jianguo continued.

Vigorously smiled: "I know, little aunt, little uncle, you eat too."

Two months later, during the Qingming Festival, Song Zhaodi brought a few children to the graves of Bai Hua, Ma Zhonghua and Zhou Shufen, and asked Dawa to go to the non-staple food factory to buy four mackerel.

My mother was busy for a long time, and didn't eat fish dumplings until after 6 o'clock in the evening.

After eating this meal, Dawa and the others began to do questions and read books all day long. Song Zhaodi didn't let them go up the mountain to chop vegetables, and when they were tired, they went downstairs. On Sunday, Song Zhaodi led Zhengang, Dawa and Zhenxing up the mountain.

On Sunday, April 16, Song Zhaodi saw that the weather was fine, so she planned to take a few children out to dig some wild vegetables. As soon as she packed her basket, someone came from her family—the principal.

Seeing this, Song Zhaodi hurried the children upstairs, and then asked the principal what was the matter with her.

The principal didn't go around in circles with Song Zhaodi, but spoke directly as he walked.

Sanwa lay upstairs and saw Song Zhaodi leaving with the principal, and hurriedly asked the brothers who were reading in the living room: "What's the matter with the principal looking for his mother?"

"Didn't you hear?" The big baby glanced at him.

Sanwa shook her head: "The principal didn't say anything."

"I'm afraid you might hear it," Dawa said deliberately.

Sanwa immediately regretted asking him, and then asked the reborn to guess.

Gengsheng really knew: "It might be about running a high school."

"High school?" Erwa hurriedly asked, "Does it mean that I don't have to go to high school outside?"

Gengsheng: "There should have been junior high school and high school, but it was delayed by the 'revolution'. When we were in the imperial capital, my grandfather asked me if there were many soldiers on the island. I said not many, there are some in your class. Twenty or so. Grandpa said it was time to start high school."

"There is no teacher." Erwa said, "No one is in the normal school."

Gengsheng: "Go outside and recruit. There are still five months until September 1st. Besides, the junior high school teachers will teach you about high school knowledge. If you can't find a teacher, they can even reach the graduation of the students of the Teachers College. ."

"The principal is looking for her mother, is she going to transfer her to high school?" Erwa asked.

Gengsheng nodded: "Sure. Although my mother didn't finish college, her English is better than someone who finished college."

"That's good." Erwa said, and suddenly thought, "We have all learned high school knowledge, and we have to go to another three years?"

Gengsheng: "You don't want to go to school? Erwa, let me remind you that you are only fourteen. Even if you want to go to college next year, your mother will not agree. Honestly, finish high school for three years. Zhen Gang, the three of you go downstairs. Play, don't disturb our reading."

"If Mother didn't tell us to go upstairs, we wouldn't have come upstairs." Sanwa pulled Zhengang with one hand and Erwa with the other, "Let's go out to play."

Gengsheng said quickly: "Don't go up the mountain. The firewood at home is enough to burn for a while."

"We know." Sanwa replied, and the person disappeared at the entrance of the stairs.

After eleven o'clock, Song Zhaodi came back and told the children that the school was going to open a high school. In the future, soldiers from the surrounding islands would come here to attend high school and go back once a week.

Dawa hurriedly asked: "Then the school has to be expanded?"

"Not only do we have to expand, we also have to build a house for the teacher, two rooms for each person, everyone has a share." Song Zhaodi said.

Dawa: "You have one too?"

"Yes." Song Zhaodi said, "If your father makes me angry again in the future, I will go to the school to live."

Self-reliance and curiosity: "Is there still such a big place over there in the school?"

"Building a three-story building." Song Zhaodi said, "The army has already consulted several islands next door. The family members of the army would rather their children come to school here than go to Yongcheng to go to high school."

Dawa: "I don't need to ask for opinions on this matter. There are everyone in the school outside. There are only soldiers on the island. If you want to learn, you can't be bad. It's hard to say when you go outside."

"You don't understand." Song Zhaodi rolled his eyes at him, "Zhuangzhuang went back?" The big baby nodded, "Then let's cook."

Gengsheng sat down beside Song Zhaodi: "Mother, why don't you talk about it when you go?"

"Yes." Song Zhaodi said.

Gengsheng looked at her and asked his brothers, "Do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it!" The brothers said in unison.

Song Zhaodi's head hurts because of the quarrel: "If you don't believe it, that's all."

"Didn't you say you should be a high school teacher?" Sanwa asked.

Song Zhaodi shook her head.

The brothers didn't believe it, and they were forced to cook by Song Zhaodi if they wanted to ask again.

In the evening, when Zhong Jianguo came back, the unwilling eldest child urged his father to ask.

Zhong Jianguo smiled, looked at Song Zhaodi and said, "I said it."

"You know?" Song Zhaodi was curious.

Zhong Jianguo: "I don't know anything about you." Then he said to several children, "The principal asked your mother to be the dean of the high school."

"What?!" Dawa was shocked, "My mother is the director? Why didn't you tell us about such a big thing, mother?"

Song Zhaodi rubbed her forehead: "I can hear it even in a low voice. I haven't thought about it yet."

"You don't need to think about it." Dawa said, "You, Comrade Xiao Song, you have become the director at the age of thirty-three this year. How many people dare not dream of it, but you still hesitate? Mother, if you missed this time, not only did you miss the job Second, I also lost the opportunity to fill the world with peaches and plums."

Gengsheng continued: "Mother, don't think about it. I'll tell the principal tomorrow that you and my dad have discussed it, and our whole family will support you."

"I didn't agree." Zhong Jianguo said.

Gengsheng choked: "Do you dare to support mother?"

"I respect your mother." Zhong Jianguo said.

The big baby snorted: "Do you respect your mother? In the past, my mother didn't want to have children. You took every opportunity every three days. No, if you didn't get an opportunity, you also created an opportunity to trick your mother. How dare you say respect?"

"Zhong Jianqiang!" Zhong Jianguo pointed at him, "If I don't beat you for three days, do you want to go to heaven again?!"

Song Zhaodi had a headache: "Don't make any noise. Big baby, rehabilitate, go to the cooking. Be independent, revitalize, vigorously, help to wash the vegetables. Second baby, third baby, hold back if you want to ask me." The voice fell, and the living room became quiet.

The children looked at each other and tiptoed to the kitchen.

Zhong Jianguo changed his shoes, washed his face and hands, sat next to Song Zhaodi and looked at her intently.

Song Zhaodi pinched his arm.

Zhong Jianguo took a deep breath: "Do you want me to talk about something happy?"

"How can your troops be happy?" Song Zhaodi looked at him, "A beautiful female officer?"

Zhong Jianguo nodded: "Yes. But it's beautiful. Round face, big eyes, long black hair, just a little dark skin—"

Song Zhaodi twisted his waist.

Zhong Jianguo quickly grabbed her hand: "Really. Good thing."

"It's about you?" Song Zhaodi looked at him.

Zhong Jianguo nodded: "Do you want to guess?"

"I like to talk or not." Song Zhaodi was quarreling with several sons and just wanted to be quiet.

Zhong Jianguo saw that she was not very interested, so he stopped selling off: "I've been promoted."

Song Zhaodi couldn't help sitting upright, her eyes widened suddenly: "Say it again!"

"I've been promoted." Zhong Jianguo said, "A meeting was held a few days ago to vote, and the appointment has been made today."

Song Zhaodi opened her mouth and couldn't believe it: "Master?!"

"Hey, the teacher's wife." Zhong Jianguo followed.

Song Zhaodi punched him: "Is it fun to hide from me? I'm still worried that after Uncle Liu leaves, your teacher will make a big change because of his retirement. You actually hide it to the death, you can really do it!? "

"What are you hiding?" Dawa asked hurriedly.

Song Zhaodi: "Your father has been promoted."

"No way?" The big baby looked at Zhong Jianguo, "How old is Dad? Wait, did Commander Zhao propose it?"

Zhong Jianguo waved his hand: "Passed by unanimous vote. Later, it was reported to the top, and the appointment was made within a few days."

"Unanimously approved?" Regen also came out, "Deputy Commander Wu didn't promote his direct line? Those political commissars didn't object?"

Zhong Jianguo nodded: "Your father has a good character, no one has any objection when appointing me."

"I don't believe it!" Sister-in-law Duan told Song Zhaodi that Master Liu would propose to Zhong Jianguo to take his place, but Song Zhaodi knew that the army was relatively simple, but there were also several factions. The division commander, "It was appointed directly from above, without going through your troops?"

Zhong Jianguo glanced at her: "You want to say that it was Mr. Qi helping me? Comrade Xiao Song, you look down on your man too much."