Stepmother: 180. Death does not admit it

Er Wa 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 spat out two words.

Song Zhaodi was happy: "Zhong Jianguo, why bother."

Zhong Jianguo gave her a deep look, took a piece of chicken thigh, and buried himself in the meal.

After dinner, 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. , you really never thought about going back to your old business?"

"I think it's good to have peach and plum 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 think about it: "I can make you a mess, 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 gasped: "You are allowed to scare me, but I am not allowed to scare you? There is 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, "to save your son from thinking 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. With the Qi family's connections, do you think there is anything that 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 background. Seven children, as long as one leaks a word, our family will be finished."

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

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

"Yes." Sanwa said, "Brother, should 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."

"Does the bag not include our father?" Sanwa asked curiously.

Think about it: "He has the heart but not the courage."

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

Zhong Jianguo took a step: "Look at the one who gave you the ability. Sanwazi, now you eat Laozi, live in Laozi, you think about rebellion/rebellion 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. I'm going to have a meeting?" Zhenxing hurriedly asked.

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

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

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

"Second brother, Zhengang, you go to 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 noodles haven't been reconciled, what package do you bring? Come with us, don't be lazy."

The number of people is strong, and the revitalization and good noodles, the four brothers 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 making dumplings. After he washed his face and hands, the dumplings cooked in the pot were also served.

Self-reliance and rejuvenation called Song Zhaodi this morning. 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 could arrive at Yongcheng in the morning. If you encounter a fishing boat, you can get home at 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 big baby asked: "Who?"

"Your mother's father." Gengsheng said, "Didn't we give the Bai family 200 yuan last year? We didn't buy a direct ticket to Hangzhou. We sat in Shencheng this time, and it was still early. Just go to your grandma's house with my brother. I didn't know if your grandma had 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 it be New Year's Eve? Posting red couplets, how to post white paper? I'm afraid they will ask again, my brother and I will come back."

Song Zhaodi looked at the children and said, "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 again."

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."

"Understood, mother." Dawa had no impression of his grandfather, but when he heard that his grandfather was gone, he didn't feel much, but felt that the time was fast, and those who were still showing their teeth a few years ago didn't have the strength 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 told 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 down 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, and cover it with warmth in winter."

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

On the twelfth day of the first lunar 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?"

The third baby nodded: "Zhengang can read, and the second brother can draw."

"I will also make clothes for you." Erwa said, "Mother, I want to make Sanwa the overalls you mentioned. Mother, I heard you say it once the other day, and I feel that Sanwa wears it. It must be very beautiful."

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 present. When the weather is warm, I'll make it for Sanwa. "

"There are still two months." Erwa reminded her, "Last year, I wanted 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 said with a smile: "I won't push it in the future, just do whatever you want."

"Why?" Zhen just wondered.

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 you won't need a cloth ticket when you buy cloth after May 1st."

"Then, when will we be abolished here?" Erwa hurriedly asked.

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

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

Song Zhaodi said with a smile: "You are a student now, focusing on learning. I will do it during the summer vacation."

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

Song Zhaodi reminded him: "The winter vacation is not over yet. By the way, are you done with your homework? You can only play for the past few days."

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

Zhengang felt that he had finished his work. Seeing that Sanwa was in such a hurry, he followed up subconsciously and went upstairs to check his homework.

In the 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..."