Chapter 152

Song Zhaodi quickly followed. When I closed the door, I found that there were people everywhere, adults and children, the adults were under the trees, and the children ran wild everywhere. Seeing this scene, Song Zhaodi was a little disappointed: "With so many children, I really can't drive fast."

Zhong Jianguo paused and turned around: "I don't want to drive me."

"Open it, it's a rare opportunity." Song Zhaodi opened the car door and got in, beckoning to Zhong Jianguo, "Get in the car."

"Mr. Song, why are you going?" Shen Ying took her sister and passed by the car, "It's getting dark."

Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "Just wander around. Stay away from the car, I'm afraid I'll bump into you."

"No way." Shen Ying said so, still dragging her sister away from the car, "Sanwa said that you drive really well."

Song Zhaodi waved her hand: "It's average." The voice fell, and the car went out.

The people on Rao Shi Island knew that Song Zhaodi was very skilled in driving, and when she saw her driving at night, she couldn't help but be amazed. The topic also turned to Song Zhaodi, and then talked about the children of the Zhong family.

When Song Zhaodi went to the beach, these people were still chatting.

Afraid that Zhong Jianguo would spit in the car, Song Zhaodi didn't drive fast this time. She stopped the car and turned to the other side. Seeing Zhong Jianguo coming down, she asked, "Are you alright?"

"Almost." Although Wengzhou Island is surrounded by the sea, there are not many places where the islanders can go. The south is the warship, the east is the wharf, and the west is close to the residential area. At night, the seaside is full of people.

Driving around half the island, the couple came to the north. However, the weather was hot and everyone didn't want to stay at home, and there were a lot of people in the north. Zhong Jianguo regretted when he got out of the car: "It's better to stay at home."

Song Zhaodi closed the car door and took his hand: "I've come here, walk around and go back."

"Release." Zhong Jianguo shook off her hand.

Song Zhaodi froze all over, turned her head to look at him, and raised her hand: "Either walk with me, or you can sleep in a chair tonight."

Zhong Jianguo's face changed slightly, and he looked around. He found that the lights were dark everywhere, and the moon appeared and disappeared. He quickly grabbed Song Zhaodi's hand.

Song Zhaodi glanced at him and snorted, neither agreeing nor denying. In the end, Song Zhaodi was tired of walking, so the two returned.

Zhong Jianguo thought that Song Zhaodi was tired and stopped driving when he went back. Unfortunately, he underestimated Song Zhaodi's car addiction. Don't let him drive even if he is tired.

Back and forth over an hour. When Song Zhaodi parked her car, she noticed that there were more people enjoying the shade outside. She didn't want to give people a chance to ask her where she was going. She pretended to be angry when she got out of the car, pushed open the door violently and walked into the house.

Zhong Jianguo was confused and quickly followed. To outsiders, it was Zhong Jianguo who made Song Zhaodi angry.

"What's wrong with you?" Zhong Jianguo asked.

Song Zhaodi: "It's too hot, and my face is sticky and itchy, so I have to take a shower quickly."

"Then you quickly press some water to wash your face, and I'll get you hot water." Zhong Jianguo said and ran into the house.

Song Zhaodi didn't lie, her face was itchy, and after flushing it with well water, she felt that her face was hers.

Her face was no longer itchy, and the discussions outside started again, wondering if Zhong Jianguo and Song Zhaodi would quarrel. For a moment, the lights on the second floor of Zhong's house went cold, and after a while, the lights went out again.

It wasn't until everyone went back to their homes and the lights in Zhong's house were no longer on, that everyone realized that the couple had already taken a break.

The next morning, Zhong Jianguo did the laundry and Song Zhaodi cooked. After he washed his clothes, Song Zhaodi also brought out the food.

A side dish of clear porridge, accompanied by two egg cakes, Zhong Jianguo was very happy to eat: "What do you want to eat at noon?"

"Cold noodles." Song Zhaodi said, "The soybean paste I made should be edible. Pick up two spring onions, stir-fry some green peppers and soybean paste, and pour them on the noodles. It's the fried noodles in the imperial capital."

Zhong Jianguo swallowed and said, "Don't make face-to-face meetings on such a hot day."

"I'll make the noodles later." Song Zhaodi said, "The noodles are rolled out and spread out, and saved for lunch. By the way, do you want to eat fried noodles? I'll make fried noodles for you at night."

Zhong Jianguo coughed lightly, "You can have some."

"Virtue." Song Zhaodi said with a smile, "The shredded pork is delicious, but we don't have a refrigerator at home. If you buy meat in the morning, it will taste good in the evening."

Zhong Jianguo stood up and moved his muscles and muscles: "Don't worry, I will get you the refrigerator and washing machine you want. But not now, we will talk about it in two years."

"I didn't say I want it now." Song Zhaodi said, "A few children are not at home, and we don't need a washing machine for our clothes." Pointing at the tableware, "Wash the dishes."

Zhong Jianguo glanced at her: "Song Zhaodi, I find you are very stingy sometimes."

"I didn't say I was generous." Song Zhaodi asked back, "Where do you see that I am a generous person?"

Zhong Jianguo choked for a moment: "Sharp teeth and sharp mouths, I won't talk about it, I will drop the price!"

Song Zhaodi raised her foot and kicked him in the leg.

Zhong Jianguo wanted to grab her like a conditioned reflex, stretched out his hand, paused, and kicked him on the thigh. He couldn't help staggering, Zhong Jianguo glared at Song Zhaodi, picked up the bowl and chopsticks and left.

Song Zhaodi followed: "I'll fry some chili oil for you today, I'm sure you haven't eaten it before."

"Don't think that I'll forgive you. You sometimes go too far." Zhong Jianguo glanced at him, "I mean, I have a good temper, and someone else would have dismissed you."

Song Zhaodi said with a smile: "I don't dare to leave me for another person. Unless he has no children."

Zhong Jianguo choked: "Can't you let me just once?"

"I made you many times last night." Song Zhaodi said.

Zhong Jianguo was stunned. He didn't react for a while. He understood what she was saying, and his face was flushed, embarrassed and angry: "Song Zhaodi! It's okay to have a face."

"Ask for a face, your daughter-in-law is a corpse on the bed." Song Zhaodi said with a smile, "Stop joking with you, clean the basin. After a while, even if you put it under the fan to knead, the sweat will drip into it."

Zhong Jianguo stopped abruptly: "You said that the soldiers in the cooking class cook while sweating while cooking?"

"Definitely." Song Zhaodi said, "There is no air conditioner in the kitchen of your cooking class."

Zhong Jianguo waved his hand: "Don't talk about those I haven't seen before. I have to go to the cooking class today. Sweat is unavoidable, but the food must be washed."

"Actually, you can make it without sweating," Song Zhaodi said. "Use a rice steamer to steam rice, use a large pot to stew vegetables, use a cage to steam fish, and then make some cold dishes, such as cold seaweed, cold seaweed—"

Zhong Jianguo noticed a word: "Wait a minute, a rice steamer?"

"You should ask about it." Song Zhaodi said, "I haven't seen it, only heard of it. When I used to go to school, the school cafeteria used a rice steamer to steam rice."

Zhong Jianguo: "Then I'll go back and ask." Then he continued to wash the dishes.

Song Zhaodi tidied up the living room, but did not go out, so she stayed in the house and continued to compile books. The Sun family next door did not come to visit.

The next day, it rained heavily, and for three or four days in a row, the temperature dropped, and Song Zhaodi noticed that autumn was coming soon. When the weather was clear, Song Zhaodi took out the quilt and all the children's thick clothes to dry.

When she was packing her clothes in the afternoon, Song Zhaodi realized that she could no longer "compose books" and had to make clothes for the children. It used to be done in the fall. This year, the self-reliance, revitalization, Dawa and Gengsheng have to go to college. Even if they don't take it with them when they leave, Song Zhaodi will have to send it to them.

Winter arrives early in the north. Before and after the National Day, Wengzhou Island still wears short sleeves, so the imperial capital has to wear autumn clothes.

The next day, when Song Zhaodi went grocery shopping, she stopped by to buy a pack of cloth. After sending the cloth and vegetables home, Song Zhaodi went to buy cotton.

Arriving home with two bags of cotton, Song Zhaodi couldn't help thinking about Sister Duan. Because every time he made thick clothes for children, Mrs. Duan would come over to help Song Zhaodi sew them together.

There was a phone call at the Binhai Nursing Home, and Song Zhaodi called when she thought of her. However, it took a while before someone answered the phone.

Song Zhaodi couldn't wait to ask, "Auntie, what are you busy with?"

"Xiao Song?" Sister-in-law Duan laughed, "I guessed it was you. I was chatting with others outside. I originally thought there were some immobile people in this nursing home, but I found out when I came here, but it was lively. Chess, some boxing, and a few old women older than me kicking shuttlecock, saying what kind of exercise."

Song Zhaodi couldn't help laughing: "Did my eldest sister and brother-in-law go?"

"On the second day we arrived, Noble and Liu Yang came." Sister Duan said, "Help me clean up the inside and outside, and two days earlier, he helped us build a wardrobe, shoe cabinet, and two Zhang chair. By the way, he also said that if we are all right, we will go to Xiaosong Village for a few days. Your Uncle Liu is going, but I was stopped by me. Liu Yang’s family has many people and can’t live there.”

Song Zhaodi: "My eldest sister was going to build a house for Dali a few years ago. I didn't let her build it because I was afraid it would affect Dali's study. By the way, did the eldest sister say how well Dali did in the exam?"

"You haven't received the letter your eldest sister wrote to you?" Sister-in-law Duan asked hurriedly.

Song Zhaodi: "No. It rained two days earlier, maybe it was delayed on the way."

"That's also possible." Sister Duan said, "It's not very good to hear your elder sister's meaning. She also said that she can be admitted to Binhai Normal School."

Song Zhaodi: "What she said is bad may be compared to Dawa. After all, the answer you sent was Dawa's answer. Binhai Normal University is good, and at least she is a high school teacher after graduation."

"That's what I said too." Sister Duan said, "Our house is spacious. I told you that on Sunday, I will ask Dali to come and stay at our house for one night, and I will cook him something delicious."

Song Zhaodi wanted to say, no need. When the words came to his lips, he thought of Dali going over to help the old couple carry buckets of water, and it was okay to chat: "Dali's appetite is not small, it is estimated that Dali has eaten more than you and Uncle Liu."

"Young man is growing up, so you should eat more." Sister Duan said, when she heard someone calling her, she quickly said, "Little Song, I'll go out and see who's looking for me, let's talk later."

Song Zhaodi also heard it, and said quickly, "Let's talk later." After hanging up the phone, seeing the cloth and cotton on the bench, she shook her head and smiled, and began to make cotton pants for several children.

After making seven pairs of cotton pants for two days, Song Zhaodi began to make cotton jackets, cotton shoes and cotton socks. Song Zhaodi received Song Laibao's letter only after the seven children's clothes were ready and the clothes they wore last year were mended.

After getting the letter, Song Zhaodi realized why it took so long. Her eldest sister sent it by surface mail. It is very fast to be able to post here in half a month.

The letter didn't say anything else, just said that the whole family is good, and Dali can be admitted to university this year. After Song Zhaodi finished reading, she took the big fan and the little horse, and went out to get some air.

On the 14th of August, on Monday morning, not Sunday, all the people sitting under the tree were old people and children.

Song Zhaodi liked Mother Shen's character, so she sat down in front of her. However, before Song Zhaodi could speak, Mother Shen took Song Zhaodi's arm and said, "My eldest son is calling, that woman has passed the exam?"

"Cough cough..." Song Zhaodi hurriedly covered her mouth and swallowed, "Have you passed the exam?!"

Mother Shen nodded again and again: "What kind of undergraduate exam did she take before, but she couldn't pass the exam. This time she took the college exam and passed the exam at once."

"Master Shen knows?" Song Zhaodi asked hurriedly.

Mother Shen: "I know. By the way, Sun Wan has an object, and the two of them even went to the photo studio to take pictures. People in our village saw it and went back and told my son. When the boss called, Xuancheng heard it too."

Song Zhaodi didn't want to make herself look too gossip, so she tried to ask, "Is Captain Shen happy for her, or is she regretting divorce?"

Shen Xuancheng saw that Zhong's house had installed a phone number, so he also reported to him and installed one. The old and young of the Shen family have a phone number, and Shen Xuancheng can also know if something happens.

When the troops learned about the situation of the Shen family, they agreed to make a phone call from the Shen family. Mother Shen hoped that Shen Xuancheng would give up on Sun Wanru, and she secretly hit the commune of her hometown while her two granddaughters were in school, and told her eldest son Song Zhaodi's idea.

It may be that Sun Wanru really wants to go to university, or it may be that the old man Sun has strict control. Sun Wanru almost never came out before the college entrance examination, so Shen Xuancheng's eldest brother didn't know if Sun Wan was looking for someone.

After a long time, Shen Xuancheng's eldest brother forgot about it. Someone suddenly told him that his ex-sister-in-law, Sun Wanru, and a man went to a photo studio to take pictures? This kind of thing can only be done by people who are dealing with someone. Shen Xuancheng's eldest brother hurriedly called his old mother.

When Shen Xuancheng asked what his eldest brother said on the phone, Shen's mother told him about Sun Wanru and carefully observed his expression, "I don't know what to say about Xuancheng's face, it looks like both happiness and sadness. ."

Song Zhaodi: "Complicated?"

"Yes, it's very complicated." Mother Shen said, "Anyway, if he doesn't want to give up this time, he has to give up."

Song Zhaodi was curious: "Do you know what major Shen Ying's mother reported for?"

"I don't know." Shen's mother thought about it carefully, "Her uncle said that the results are out. It seems that Sun Wanru's score is more than that of the admission score, and he will definitely be admitted."

Song Zhaodi: "A lot higher than the admission score?"

"Yes, that's what it means." Mother Shen said, "Hey, Teacher Song, her scores have come out, so should the scores of your children come out?"

Song Zhaodi: "It should be soon. I'll ask Jianguo to ask later."

When Zhong Jianguo returned home, Song Zhaodi did not tell Zhong Jianguo about it. Zili and Gengsheng are Qi Lao's grandson, Dawa is the son of Master Zhong, and Zhenxing is the adopted son of the Zhong family. Song Zhaodi believes that no one dares to delay deliberately. What's more, other people on the island don't know the college entrance examination scores.

Song Zhaodi was not in a hurry. Zhong Jianguo was eager to know how his sons did in the test. When he heard that the scores of other provinces had come out, he immediately ordered his guards to go out to the island to inquire.

The guard told Zhong Jianguo what he had heard, and Zhong Jianguo was dumbfounded. Why? No one on Wengzhou Island was admitted to university last year, including college students. This year, 12 or 20 came out all at once, and Yongcheng thought it was a mistake. When the guards went to inquire about the scores, Yongcheng was checking.

Thanks to the big fanfare of Dawa selling the workbook and sending the answers, the people on the island felt that they had to pass the exam this time. On the morning of August 16th, the scores were finally passed on to the island. The good people did a rough count. Counting the children of the Zhong family, there were seventeen or eighteen undergraduates and junior college students, not including technical secondary school students.

That afternoon, the small courtyard of the Zhong family was full of people, half came to thank Song Zhaodi, and half came to watch the fun.