Stepmother: 152.Admitted

Song Zhaodi quickly followed. When I closed the door, I found that there were people everywhere. There were 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."

"Open, open, the opportunity is rare." Song Zhaodi opened the car door and got in, beckoned 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."

"I won't." Shen Ying said so, she still dragged 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.

Rao is that the people on the island know that Song Zhaodi is very skilled in driving, so she can't help but be amazed when she sees her speeding at night. The topic also turned to Song Zhaodi, and then talked about the children of the Zhong family.

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

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

"Almost." Although Wengzhou Island is surrounded by the sea, there are not many places where the islanders can go. There are warships in the south, wharfs in the east, and residential areas in the west. 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, I'll go back after a walk."

"Let go." Zhong Jianguo shook off her hand.

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

Zhong Jianguo's complexion 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 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.

More than an hour back and forth. 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. After flushing it with well water, she felt that her face was hers.

Her face was no longer itchy, and the discussion 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 the 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, served with two egg cakes, Zhong Jianguo was very happy to eat: "What do you want to eat at noon?"

"Cold noodles." Song Zhaodi said, "The soy beans 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: "Don't have a face time 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. We buy meat in the morning, and it will taste good in the evening."

Zhong Jianguo stood up and moved his muscles and bones: "Don't worry, I will get you all the refrigerators and washing machines you want. But not now, I 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: "I have sharp teeth and sharp mouths, I won't talk about it, I will drop the price!"

Song Zhaodi kicked his leg.

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

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

"Don't think I'll forgive you like this. You sometimes go too far." Zhong Jianguo glanced at him, "I mean, I'm good-natured, and someone else has already 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 and didn't react for a while. He understood what she was saying, his face flushed, and he was embarrassed and angry: "Song Zhaodi! Do you want a face?"

"Shut up, your daughter-in-law is a dead body 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?"

"Yes." 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. I can't avoid sweating, 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, rice steamer?"

"You should ask about it." Song Zhaodi said, "I have never 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 cleaned 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 torrentially, and for three or four days, 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 she couldn't "make up books" anymore, she had to make clothes for the children. It used to be done in the fall. This year, the self-reliance, revitalization, Dawa and Gengsheng had to go to college. Even if they didn't bring them with them, Song Zhaodi had to send them 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 bag 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 Mrs. Duan. Because every time he made thick clothes for children, Mrs. Duan would come over to help Song Zhaodi sew them together.

The Binhai Nursing Home had a phone number, 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 Duan laughed, "I guess it was you. I was chatting with others outside. I originally thought there were immobilized people in this nursing home, but I found out when I came here, but it was lively. Some people are playing chess, some are boxing, and some old women older than me are 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." Mrs. Duan said, "Help me clean up the inside and outside, and help us build a wardrobe and shoe cabinet two days earlier. We made two chairs. By the way, he also said that if we were all right, we would go to Xiaosong Village for a few days. Your Uncle Liu was going, but I stopped him. Liu Yang's family is too large to live there."

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

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

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

"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: "She may be compared with Dawa if she said something bad. After all, the answer you sent was Dawa's answer. Binhai Normal University is good, and at least she will be a high school teacher after graduation."

"That's what I said too." Sister Duan said, "Our house is spacious. I told your elder sister 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 mouth, he thought of Dali going over to help the old couple carry buckets of water, and chatting would be fine: "Dali's appetite is not small, probably more than you and Uncle Liu have eaten."

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

Song Zhaodi also heard it, and said quickly, "Let's talk later." 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.

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

Only when Song Zhaodi got the letter did she realize 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 very good, and Dali will 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.

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

Song Zhaodi liked Mother Shen's character and sat down in front of her. However, before Song Zhaodi could speak, Mother Shen grabbed Song Zhaodi's arm and said, "My eldest son has called, and that woman has been admitted?"

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

Mother Shen nodded again and again: "She used to take any undergraduate exams, but she couldn't pass the exam. This time she took the college exam, and she passed it all at once."

"Header Shen knows?" Song Zhaodi asked hurriedly.

Mother Shen: "I know. By the way, Sun Wan has an object, and the two 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 also heard it. ."

Song Zhaodi didn't want to make herself look too gossip, so she tried to ask: "Is the head of 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 the top and installed one. The old and young of the Shen family have a phone number, and Shen Xuancheng can also know if something happens.

The troops learned about the situation of the Shen family and agreed to make a phone call for the Shen family. Shen's mother hoped that Shen Xuancheng would give up on Sun Wanru. She secretly hit her home commune 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 Mr. Sun is strict. 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, went to a photo studio to take pictures with a man? Only people who are dealing with this kind of thing can do. 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, and it looks like she is happy. It's like sadness again."

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 her grades came out. It seems that Sun Wanru's score is higher than that of the other admissions, so she 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, and as soon as 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 inquired about, and Zhong Jianguo could not laugh or cry. 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 Dawa's high-profile sales of workbooks and answers, the people on the island felt that they had to pass the test this time. On the morning of August 16th, the scores were finally passed on to the island. The good people made 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.

The small courtyard of Zhong's family was full of people that afternoon, half of them came to thank Song Zhaodi, and the other half came to watch the fun.