Chapter 180

Erwa frowned: "I didn't speak, and it's my business, so if I don't participate in the future, it will be a loss."

"Very bad." Zhen Gang spit out two words.

Song Zhaodi was delighted: "Zhong Jianguo, why bother?"

Zhong Jianguo gave her a deep look, took a piece of chicken thigh, and buried his head to eat.

After the meal, Zhong Jianguo didn't rush back to the camp, he sent a few children to wash the pots and dishes, dragged Song Zhaodi upstairs, and when he entered the room, he said, "Reform and opening up, meat tickets, cloth tickets, etc. will soon be abolished. Have you ever thought about going back to your old business?"

"I think it's pretty good to have peaches and plums all over the world," Song Zhaodi said.

Zhong Jianguo's eyes lit up: "This is what you said, I wrote it down for you."

"Even if I regret it later, what can you do to me?" Song Zhaodi asked rhetorically.

Zhong Jianguo thought for a moment: "I can make a mess for you, do you believe it?"

Song Zhaodi stomped on his feet: "I'm not afraid of Dawa, they hate you, even if you mess up."

Zhong Jianguo took a deep breath: "You are allowed to scare me, but I am not allowed to scare you? No reason."

"Are you reasoning with me?" Song Zhaodi pointed to herself.

Zhong Jianguo took a breath: "I don't dare."

"Go out if you don't dare." Song Zhaodi said, "Let your son think that we are discussing divorce upstairs."

Zhong Jianguo: "Wait. Yesterday, I saw that the book you wrote for Erwa was almost ready. Each of our children is smarter than the other. How do you explain it?"

"No explanation." Song Zhaodi said.

Zhong Jianguo couldn't help sighing: "If you don't explain, your son will check. Based on the Qi family's connections, what do you think their brothers can't check?"

"That's true." Song Zhaodi began to worry, "It's all my fault. I would have been an ordinary teacher or doctor in my last life."

Zhong Jianguo was speechless and wanted to laugh: "Can you be more serious?!"

"I can't be serious." Song Zhaodi said, "I can't tell them about my special origin. If one of the seven children leaks, our family will be finished."

Zhong Jianguo thought about it carefully: "Then don't admit it."

The big baby wiped his hands and came out of the kitchen, and glanced upstairs: "Sanwazi, father and mother are still upstairs?"

"Yes." Sanwa said, "Brother, shall I go and listen?"

The big baby glanced at him: "I'm not afraid that Dad will beat you, just go."

"Then I won't go." Sanwa sat beside him, "Brother, do men like young and beautiful ones?"

Dawa: "Eighty percent of men are like this."

"The package doesn't include our father?" Sanwa asked curiously.

Da Wa thinks about it: "He has the heart but not the courage."

"Then I'm relieved." Sanwa said, "If he dares to go away with his mother, I will drive him out."

Zhong Jianguo took a step: "Look, I will give you the ability. Sanwazi, now you are eating Laozi, living in Laozi, you are thinking of rebelling before you grow up. Believe it or not, Laozi shot you down."

"Mother, Dad is going to kill me." Sanwa looked at Song Zhaodi pitifully.

Song Zhaodi's head hurts: "Your fathers must have been enemies in their previous lives. Zhong Jianguo, hurry up and go to work. Dad, go and cut two handfuls of leeks. Let's make dumplings and eat dumplings at night."

"Teacher, I haven't had a meeting yet, so I'm going to have a meeting?" Zhenxing hurriedly asked.

Song Zhaodi thought about it: "Be more and more. Cook one pot and fry another pot."

"Mother, chives and eggs, sauerkraut tofu, mushrooms and pork stuffing are all delicious." Sanwa quickly reminded.

Song Zhaodi was tired: "You wash the vegetables, and I'll adjust the filling."

"Second brother, Zhengang, you go wash the vegetables, and I will help my mother make dumplings." Sanwa waved her little hand and gave her two brothers a good job.

Erwa wanted to mention him: "The face hasn't been reconciled yet, what package are you taking? Come with us, don't be lazy."

The number of people is great, the revitalization and the good noodles, and the four brothers have also washed the vegetables. Song Zhaodi began to chop pork. The three fillings are all adjusted and the noodles are almost ready, but it is not too early.

It was almost five o'clock when the dumplings were made, but there were too many people. When Zhong Jianguo came back at six o'clock, Dawa had already started frying dumplings. After he washed his face and hands, the dumplings cooked in the pot were also served.

This morning, Zi Li and Changsheng called Song Zhaodi. The brothers ignored Song Zhaodi's objection and insisted on coming on the third day of the new year.

Song Zhaodi couldn't stop her, so she went to the non-staple food factory on the morning of the fifth day to buy some fish and five catties of tofu. She planned to stew fish for them and make fried dumplings with pickled vegetables and tofu. But the brothers only got home in the afternoon.

Song Zhaodi calculated the time and they would be able to reach Yongcheng in the morning. If you encounter a fishing boat, you can get home after 9:00 in the morning, but it ends in the afternoon? When the brothers put down their bags, Song Zhaodi asked, "Where did you guys go?"

"Tell you a piece of news that I don't know how to describe." Gengsheng looked at Dawa subconsciously, "Dawa's grandfather is gone."

The eldest child asked, "Who?"

"Your mother's father." Gengsheng said, "Didn't we give the Bai family 200 yuan last year? We didn't get a direct ticket to Hangcheng. We sat in Shencheng this time. Seeing that it was still early, we went with my brother Let's go to your grandma's house together. I didn't know if your grandma had any surgery, but I found out that your grandfather passed away in November last year."

Song Zhaodi frowned: "What's going on?"

"It was said to be low blood pressure and cardiac arrest." Gengsheng said, "The people over there asked us why we were inquiring about the Bai family. We couldn't answer, so we pointed to the white paper on the door and asked, shouldn't red couplets be posted during Chinese New Year? Why, how do you stick a blank sheet of paper? I'm afraid they will ask again, and my brother and I will come back."

Song Zhaodi looked at the children: "Did you receive a letter from your grandma's house last November?"

"Mother, I can tell you for sure, no." Sanwa said, "It must have been the guards who sent money over there. They saw that Dad was serious and dared not tell our family."

Song Zhaodi nodded: "It's also possible. Big baby, when you go to your mother's grave in a few days, tell her about it."

"Got it, mother." The eldest child had no impression of his grandfather, but when he suddenly heard that his grandfather was gone, he didn't feel much. Instead, he felt that the time was fast, and those who were showing their teeth a few years ago didn't have the energy to make trouble again. " Mother, do you want to visit Xiaosong Village this year?"

Song Zhaodi: "I'll go by myself?"

"Mother, I can accompany you." Sanwa said.

Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "It's so far away, aren't you afraid of getting tired?"

"Don't be afraid!" Sanwa said.

Song Zhaodi: "Then let's go the day after tomorrow and come back after a day in the village. When we get home, your brothers should also go to school to report."

"Mom, let's go tomorrow." Gengsheng calculated the time, "We can stay at home for two days when you come back. Otherwise, if you come back today, we have to leave tomorrow."

Song Zhaodi thought about it: "That's fine. You two go upstairs to rest, and we'll start cooking."

"We're not tired." Zi Li smiled and rolled up his sleeves, "How do I do it? I'll do it."

The big baby patted him on the shoulder: "There are us. Mother tells you to go up, you go up. By the way, your bed is not made yet."

"Speaking of making the bed, baby, I suddenly thought of something." Song Zhaodi said, "When you have summer vacation, remember to mail back the quilt, and I will take it apart and wash it for you."

The big baby waved: "No need. Grandpa Qi's nanny and aunt have washed it for you."

"You can't always trouble people." Song Zhaodi said, "I'll replace you with new cotton when I look back, and keep it warm in winter."

Da Wa: "That's fine." Handing the bag to Zi Li, "Go, go."

On the twelfth day of the first month, at noon, Song Zhaodi came back from Xiaosong Village. The next day, Song Zhaodi was busy making chili oil and bean paste for several children, as well as making some burnt leaves and naan.

The next morning, the family sent the four of them to the pier. Song Zhaodi and Zhong Jianguo had no regrets, and Sanwa almost cried.

Song Zhaodi didn't realize it at first, but when she turned to go home, she looked at Sanwa with tears in her eyes, and thought she had read it wrong. Sanwa didn't say a word on the way, Song Zhaodi realized: "Your elder brother wants to beat you every day, are you not happy when he leaves?"

"It's going to take a long time." Sanwa muttered.

Song Zhaodi: "No one takes you to play?"

Sanwa nodded: "Zhengang can read books, and second brother can draw."

"I will also make clothes for you." Erwa said, "Mother, I want to make Sanwa the bib you mentioned. Mother, I heard you say it once the other day, and I feel that Sanwa will look very good in it. ."

Song Zhaodi raised her eyebrows: "Don't worry. The eighth day of the third month of the lunar calendar is your birthday. When it's your birthday, I'll give you a gift. When the weather is warm, I'll make it for Sanwa."

"There are still two months." Erwa reminded her, "Last year I was going to make a skirt for you, but the cloth for your skirt turned out to be a shirt for us. Mother, why do you keep pushing."

Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "I won't push it in the future, just do whatever you want."

"Why?" Zhenzhen was curious.

Song Zhaodi: "Sanwa and I went to Binhai this time, and the cloth ticket has been abolished there."

"What?!" Erwa's eyes widened, "Really? Mother."

Song Zhaodi: "Notify me that after May 1st, you won't need a cloth ticket when you buy cloth."

"Then, when will we abolish it here?" Erwa hurriedly asked.

Song Zhaodi shook her head: "I feel like the end of the year at the latest."

"That's fine." Erwa said, "Mother, you don't need cloth tickets in the future, I'll make new clothes for you every day."

Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "You are a student now, and you focus on studying. You can do it during the summer vacation."

"I really hope it's summer vacation tomorrow." Erwa couldn't help but say.

Song Zhaodi reminded him, "The winter vacation isn't over yet. By the way, are you done with your homework? You can just have fun these days."

"Broken, my English words." Sanwa hurried upstairs.

Zhen Gang felt that he had finished writing, and seeing Sanwa in such a hurry, he followed up subconsciously and checked his homework when he went upstairs.

In a blink of an eye, Song Zhaodi was the only one left in the living room. Song Zhaodi thought about it, went upstairs to her and Zhong Jianguo's room, bolted the door from the inside, took out the "book" she compiled for Erwa, and checked it from beginning to end.

On the 8th day of the third lunar month, in the morning, Song Zhaodi did not give the book to Erwa, but when she was about to go to bed at night, Zhong Jianguo handed the thick notebook to Erwa: "Your mother gave you a birthday present."

"I thought my mother forgot." Erwa took it and opened it, her eyes widened, "Dad, this is..."