Stepmother: 148. Self-taught

Song Zhaodi looked at him up and down: "I want to look up to you. But you, Colonel Zhong, have three sons of your own and have adopted four more. The husband and wife's reputation for raising seven wolves has long spread throughout the three armies, and they have put a number on it. I am not at all surprised that the above appoints you directly. You said that it was unanimously approved, but I don't believe it."

"You don't believe it either?" Zhong Jianguo asked when he saw that self-reliance and revitalization had also come out, "Do you think it was appointed directly from above?"

Self-reliant and lightly coughed: "It stands to reason that I should trust Dad. After all, you are the most educated among these heads of the regiment. You can vote on this kind of thing. Although Deputy Commander Wu has multiple auxiliary characters, he is not afraid of Uncle Zhao. It makes no sense. I support you, not my own people.”

"I'll just tell you that Deputy Commander Wu raised his hand first when voting." Zhong Jianguo said, paused, "Actually, I'm also curious as to why he supports me."

Song Zhaodi looked at him: "You really don't know?"

"I want to ask Deputy Commander Wu, but I haven't found a chance." Zhong Jianguo said.

Sanwa emerged from the middle of Dawa and Regen: "I'll help you ask."

"You?" Zhong Jianguo glanced at him, "Are you looking for Commander Wu?"

Sanwa: "Wu Zhiqiang is my younger brother, I leave this matter to me."

"Okay, leave it to you." Zhong Jianguo smiled, "Hurry up and cook, I'm hungry."

Sanwa looked at Zhong Jianguo: "Dad, don't you believe me?"

"No, no, Dad believes you." Zhong Jianguo said, "I'm really hungry."

Sanwa snorted: "I'll ask Wu Zhiqiang tomorrow. You, and you, wait. By the way, mother, if I ask, do you have to promise the principal to be the dean?"

"You ask, does it have anything to do with me being the director?" Song Zhaodi asked rhetorically,

Three baby choked: "Don't mother want to know?"

"I don't want to know." Song Zhaodi responded very simply.

Sanwa looked at Zhong Jianguo: "Dad, mother doesn't care about you at all."

"I knew this fact earlier than you." Zhong Jianguo said.

Sanwa turned to her brothers for help.

The big baby walked over and put his arms around his neck: "Brother, when our parents don't want to play with you, talking can choke you to death. Let's go, help brother make fire, brother will make tofu for you."

"I don't want to eat tofu." Sanwa looked at him, "I feel uncomfortable and want to eat chicken."

Zhong Dawa slapped him on the back of the head: "I want to be beautiful."

"Sanwa, mother used dried shrimps and mushrooms to stew tofu last time, and also put a lettuce in it. You said it was delicious, so I'll make it next time. Now I don't want to eat it again?" Zili asked with a smile.

Sanwa thinks back: "That's about the same."

"It's all a mother's habit." Da Wa glanced at him and went into the kitchen to continue cooking.

Song Zhaodi smiled and looked at Zhong Jianguo: "Did you hear me? Your son is so angry with me every day, and he still thinks I care about you, and you also want to be beautiful."

"I didn't let you care about me." Seeing her get up, Zhong Jianguo raised his hand to grab her arm, "Sit down and have a rest, ask them to cook, let's wait to eat."

Seven children, Dali, and eight lads were all crowded in the kitchen. Song Zhaodi was afraid that they would make trouble while chopping vegetables, so she wanted to go over and stare. When Zhong Jianguo said this, Song Zhaodi simply sat down: "Lu political commissar also retreats with Uncle Liu?"

"Retreat together." Zhong Jianguo said, "Old Zhang go up with me."

Song Zhaodi raised her eyebrows: "I hear what you mean, Commissar Zhang can go up, thanks to you?"

"Don't believe it, it is indeed because I suggested that Lao Zhang is very good. You don't need to change the political commissar for me, and then Lao Zhang can go up." Zhong Jianguo said, "However, Lao Zhang is not too young, and he is six or seven years old. It's time to retire."

Song Zhaodi: "Who will lead your group?"

"The above will arrange it." Zhong Jianguo said, "The commander and the political commissar asked me if there is a suitable candidate. I have already pushed an old man. If it is too obvious that it is not easy to do, I will say no."

Song Zhaodi nodded: "Whoever they arrange will be your subordinates in the future, and they can't act beyond you. After a long time, everyone who is not yours will think he is yours."

"I think so too." Zhong Jianguo glanced at the kitchen, "Mr. Song, several children want you to be the director, so you can be."

Song Zhaodi: "I still have to teach students in the third and first year of junior high school. Can I be too busy?"

"I'm too busy." Zhong Jianguo said, "The children are all grown up, and there's nothing to do at home. It's boring to be idle and have nothing to do."

Song Zhaodi: "It's not boring. I've already thought about it. I'll take a few children to Hangzhou on Sunday, and take a few children out to see the great rivers and mountains during the winter and summer vacations. Anyway, I don't need to hold them now. I disdain stealing such a big baby."

"I knew it." Zhong Jianguo looked at her, "Mr. Song, you are not too young, aren't you tired of running around every day?"

Song Zhaodi: "I'm only thirty-three. For people of this age, life has just begun."

"I don't believe it." Zhong Jianguo said.

Song Zhaodi: "Then you can live well and see for yourself."

"I have to live well." Zhong Jianguo pointed at her, "Just like you, if I die today, you can remarry with your child tomorrow."

Song Zhaodi pouted: "I'm not a masochist. As soon as I raised my child, I found a man to help him serve the old man." After a pause, "It's impossible to remarry, but it is possible to have an evening romance."

Zhong Jianguo choked and suddenly thought that Song Zhaodi was forced to marry him because of the pressure of reality. He suddenly felt chest tightness, shortness of breath and shortness of breath: "Why are you so angry with me."

"You said it first." Song Zhaodi said, "I'm not angry with you anymore. Ask you something, did the eldest miss pass the exam?"

Zhong Jianguo was stunned for a while, before realizing who the eldest miss she was talking about: "No, she's too old. I know you're curious about her. When Shen Xuancheng asked me to chat, I found out.

"That one is thirty-five years old this year. When she married Shen Xuancheng, she was twenty-four years old. She graduated at the age of twenty-one. She was not part of the class of 1966, so she was not eligible to take the college entrance examination."

"No, I seem to remember that Sanwa said she didn't graduate until six or six years ago." Song Zhaodi said, "If she graduated long ago, why haven't she been married yet?"

Zhong Jianguo: "She didn't tell the truth, and Shen Xuancheng wouldn't be able to expose her. Mr. Sun introduced her to a few objects, but she was not satisfied. He also said that she wanted to find freedom in love."

"So when she married Shen Xuancheng, she had no one in her heart?" Song Zhaodi asked.

Zhong Jianguo: "Listening to Shen Xuancheng means that there is one, it seems that Lang Wuqing concubine intends."

"Then she's really miserable." Song Zhaodi said, "Are you at home or with another man now?"

Zhong Jianguo: "I don't know. Shen Xuancheng didn't say it."

"When did Shen Xuancheng tell you?" Song Zhaodi was curious, "I haven't seen you two chatting at the door recently."

Zhong Jianguo: "On the morning of Qingming Festival, he went to see the old horse with me, and talked about it on the way back to the camp."

"Then Sun Wanru should be at home." Song Zhaodi said, "There is no hope for the college entrance examination, now it is time to get married honestly. As long as she gets married, Shen Xuancheng should give up."

Zhong Jianguo: "I have given up. When I mentioned Sun Wanru before, Shen Xuancheng sighed and sighed. When I mentioned her a few days ago, it was like an ordinary friend, and I adjusted it."

"Sun Wanru has been gone for half a year, and he sighs again. If he is going to die, Mrs. Shen should return to her hometown with her two granddaughters." Song Zhaodi said, sniffling, "Your son is frying eggs."

Zhong Jianguo looked at the kitchen: "Isn't it stewing tofu?"

"Dad, are you frying eggs?" Song Zhaodi asked loudly.

Reborn: "Mother, your nose is really smart, the baby just poured the eggs into the pot, not fried eggs but scrambled eggs."

"Apart from scrambled eggs and stewed tofu, what else are you going to do?" Song Zhaodi asked.

Gengsheng glanced at the kitchen: "Fry pickles with oil residue. Mother, steamed buns and steamed buns are enough for one meal, so I don't need to steam rice."

"Cook some porridge." Song Zhaodi said, "Put less rice, put more water, and rice soup will nourish people."

Reborn: "Got it." After that, I went to wash rice.

Zhong Jianguo and Song Zhaodi stared wide-eyed in the living room and looked at each other for a while before they got bored. But there were already enough people in the kitchen, so Song Zhaodi could only stand at the door in the past: "Zhong Jianguo, go back and ask where there is a TV that sells, and buy a TV. Also, check if there are washing machines on the market."

"Washing machine?" Zhong Jianguo asked. "Washing clothes? Then I'll ask around. But don't get your hopes up, I've never heard of a washing machine."

Song Zhaodi: "That's your ignorance. You haven't seen a sewing machine before."

"Yes, I don't know as much as you." Zhong Jianguo said, "Go to the ground, Teacher Song is omnipotent."

Song Zhaodi pinched him on the arm.

Zhong Jianguo hurriedly grabbed her hand: "Stop pinching, my arm is almost swollen by your pinching. I don't know who to learn from."

"Self-taught." Song Zhaodi said, and suddenly thought of one thing, "Zhong Jianguo, there are still more than three months before the college entrance examination, your ex-mother-in-law didn't come to see us?"

Zhong Jianguo also realized that something was wrong: "For such a big matter of the college entrance examination, Dawa's cousins ​​and cousins ​​are just the right age. It stands to reason that even if they don't bring people, they should borrow books from us, or cry and cry poor. , the child has to go to school, there is no money at home, etc. Nothing will happen, right?"

"Would you like to send someone to take a look?" Song Zhaodi said, "No matter what, it's the grandmother of Dawa."

Zhong Jianguo shook his head: "Don't go! It's better if you don't find us. It saves the Bai family from thinking that our family wants to walk with theirs. The big boy knows, and he is so angry that he wants to run away from home."

The Bai family are no different to Song Zhaodi than strangers. When Zhong Jianguo said this, Song Zhaodi stopped persuading him.

The next morning, Song Zhaodi finished her third class, packed up her textbooks and returned home to see that her eldest sons had already started cooking. Song Zhaodi went to the kitchen to take a look, the big baby was frying fish, and couldn't help but ask, "Student Zhong Jianqiang, how many cents are left for this month's living expenses?"

"There are more than ten dollars left." Zhong Dawa said.

Song Zhaodi wanted to beat someone up: "Fifty dollars a month, half of it has passed, and you have spent ten or so dollars left. We have to spend seventy or eighty dollars this month."

"You say you make money by keeping flowers." Zhong Dawa looked at the golden color on both sides of the fish, poured some water into it, and started to cook the soup, "Mother, go on with your business, I know what to do, don't stare at it. Follow me."

Today, Dawa went out to buy vegetables. Before he came back, Song Zhaodi went to class. I don't know what he bought.

Song Zhaodi leaned against the door frame and affirmed: "Afraid of me watching? Buy meat again. Gengsheng, when you and Zili came back, did your grandfather give you meat tickets again?"

"No." Gengsheng said.

Song Zhaodi snorted: "We have eaten meat three times this month. Each time we have two or three kilograms. Your grandfather didn't give me the meat ticket, where did you get the meat ticket?"

"Mother, I told you not to beat me." Da Wa said, "I'll tell you."

Song Zhaodi: "You said."

"I exchanged it for someone else." Zhong Dawa said, "I still have ten pounds of meat tickets."

Song Zhaodi had a bad premonition in her heart, and quickly asked, "What will I get in exchange?"

"Workbook." Zhong Dawa said, and quickly reminded, "You said, don't beat me."