Stepmother: 79. scare people

With the automatic anti-theft function (?ω?) the purchase ratio is 60% Zhong Jianguo doesn't believe it: "You mean my stepmother kicked me and my brother out, she will get old in the future, if I don't filial piety to her, this kind of thing If I leave your village, I will be scolded?"

"Yes." Song Zhaodi said, "People in the village will tell you that it was not easy for your stepmother before, and she didn't mean to treat you like that on purpose. Now she already knows what's wrong and she is so old, you should forgive her. . This is one of the reasons why I don't want to stay in the village."

Zhong Jianguo decided to find some soldiers from the countryside to ask: "This is the only one?"

"Of course not." Song Zhaodi said, "You have three sons, I don't want to have children, you won't force me, right?"

The youngest son is a year old. Zhong Jianguo really thought about having children after a few children were older, and he also planned to find an opportunity to tell Song Zhaodi about this. When she said it out loud, Zhong Jianguo felt a little uncomfortable: "You, what do you think about the child?"

"I have personally seen a mother who was bleeding profusely and ended up dying." Liu Ling had never seen it before. When she was a child, the original owner often heard from Mother Song that the daughter-in-law of a certain family did not survive the birth of a child, neither the adults nor the children. keep.

Liu Ling became Song Zhaodi, and has the memory of the original owner, although she can't remember which daughter-in-law and which girl she was. But such things as dystocia often happen in this era, "To tell you the truth, I'm afraid of having children."

Zhong Jianguo stared at Song Zhaodi: "Are you a woman?"

"I am a woman." Still a big woman from the end of the 21st century, "Not every woman is willing to walk through the gates of hell."

Zhong Jianguo: "The big baby's mother—"

"I admire your previous wife." Song Zhaodi told the truth, "but I'm not her. My experience is different from hers. You can't think that she is willing to give birth one by one, and I don't even want to have a child. I'm an alternative."

Zhong Jianguo was speechless and wanted to laugh: "Do you still know that you are an alternative?"

"Aren't we going to talk yet?" Song Zhaodi asked back, staring.

Zhong Jianguo: "Continue."

"In the future, you must listen to me in the family's big and small matters. I will manage the money, and I will also decide the relationship between people." Song Zhaodi said, "When there are outsiders, I will give you enough face. But you can't be too much. Excessive."

Zhong Jianguo was speechless: "You told me that at the beginning—"

"I'm not stupid." Song Zhaodi said, "You see that I have a lot of heart and I can't control it. How could you be so happy to talk to me and give me the three children. You dare to say that you Marrying me in such a hurry is not because I feel that my duty can be deceived and that I can't make a fool of myself."

Zhong Jianguo dared not speak.

Song Zhaodi glanced at him and continued: "Don't tell me, I won't marry Wang Degui, but an ordinary worker, or an educated youth from the city. No matter who you marry, you won't have children within two years. Children and in-laws will show their faces, and relatives and neighbors will also be side-talking, whether I can’t give birth. Kind-hearted people will even help me find remedies for having a child.”

Zhong Jianguo gave up: "You are really thoughtful."

"Huaguo's national conditions are like this. Anyone with some life experience can guess what they will face after marriage." Song Zhaodi said, "It is difficult to find one mother-in-law who does not urge her daughter-in-law to have a child."

Zhong Jianguo had to remind her: "Even if I agree to have a baby, you have the final say, your parents will urge you."

"It's easy to handle." Song Zhaodi said, "I will go to school tomorrow to be a teacher, I have a job, and I have to take care of your three children. When my father and my mother asked, I said I was going to die soon. They don't rush."

Zhong Jianguo: "Your thinking is too simple. Your mother loves you very much. If you say so, she will be happy to come and help you."

"No, can't I?" Song Zhaodi couldn't help blinking, "No! My mother has to go to work, and she can't come if she wants to."

Zhong Jianguo: "I don't have many work points during the slack season. Although I'm from the city, I still know this." When the voice fell, Song Zhaodi's eyes widened in disbelief, and she couldn't help laughing, "We'll talk about this later. I can take care of the elderly, have children, wages and family matters, I can follow you, provided that—"

"Take care of your three children?" Song Zhaodi said, "No problem. However, I'm not finished yet."

Zhong Jianguo frowned slightly: "I haven't finished yet? What else is there to say at one time."

"Temporarily split the room." Song Zhaodi said with a smile, "I can move in whenever I want, you can't force me."

Zhong Jianguo opened his mouth, looking at Song Zhaodi's determined appearance, he couldn't help sighing. The Song family is more simple than each other. How did they raise such a strange creature: "What if you stayed in the guest room all the time? I'm marrying a daughter-in-law, not a nanny."

"You want to be a nanny who doesn't need to pay wages, can help you take care of your children, cook for you, and help you keep your housekeeper." Song Zhaodi snorted, "It's a pity that there are no such good things in the world. If you want to dream, go to sleep. By the way, Sanwa sleeps with you or with me?"

Zhong Jianguo got up: "If you say so much in one breath, I will wake up when I fall asleep. Just sleep with me tonight."

"Is it scary?" Song Zhaodi looked at him, "Is it okay?"

Zhong Jianguo sneered: "I have always thought that my wife is honest and intelligent, simple and family-oriented, just like thousands of hard-working rural women.

"You're telling me now, since we said the first sentence, you were pretending, but until you landed on the island, I didn't find anything wrong with you, it's not scary? Song Zhaodi, if you were born in the Republic of China , Dai Li will treat you as a guest."

"Thank you for the compliment." Song Zhaodi said, "Maybe I'm the one sent by the other side to you."

Zhong Jianguo also thought about this possibility: "I don't believe in you, but I believe in my stepmother. You lived in Xiaosong Village until you went to college, and you didn't have the chance to meet people on the other side.

"It wasn't you who prompted me to meet you, it was my stepmother. If my stepmother knew that you went to college, it wouldn't have been me who would have gone to see you a few days earlier, it was my stepmother's son or her favorite Your nephew. You don't even know about the abolition of the military rank system, Lao Jiang's people will not make such a low-level mistake."

"What if I say I did it on purpose?" Song Zhaodi asked.

Zhong Jianguo looked at her: "Look at your hand."

Song Zhaodi stretched out her hand: "What's wrong?"

"On the hands that do farm work all the year round, the bones in the middle of the fingers will stick out." Zhong Jianguo said, "Yours is not very obvious, because you still have to go to school and can't work every day. Want to know how I know? Liu The teacher's wife is from the countryside just like you. Sister Duan is not as lucky as you, her fingers are deformed.

"If you were the one selected by the other side, I don't know what your hands would look like, at least they would look better than they are now. Another point, I always wanted to say, your taste is very average. If I were to train you on the other side I would rather give up your chess piece than bring it up for shame." After speaking, he turned around and left.

Song Zhaodi reached out and grabbed his arm: "Make it clear, what is shameful? What is average taste?"

"Emerald green long trousers." Zhong Jianguo reminded, "It's wide and fat, so I won't wear it for me."

Song Zhaodi took a deep breath, gritted her teeth, and said, "Yes, very ordinary, my taste is very ordinary, not as good as your master Zhong Da, who has been in the foreign field for many years, and has a lot of knowledge." With a slam, he slammed the door.

Zhong Jianguo was taken aback and snorted at the closed door: "You have a lot of heart and a big temper. If you lie to me, I can't tell you."

Song Zhaodi waved her fist at the door and whispered, "You can say whatever you want to others, but I, Liu Ling, you really can't blame me."

The next day, Song Zhaodi opened her eyes, rubbed the corners of her sore eyes, sat up on the hard bed, opened the window and saw the sun peeking out, she couldn't help patting her cheeks to wake herself up.

I immediately dumped the clothes brought from home on the bed, and the red thread blanket instantly became colorful, and Song Zhaodi's head started to hurt again after she hadn't slept all night.

In another year at most, suits will be labeled as bourgeois, cheongsams are labeled as feudal, and fancy clothes are classified as "exotic clothes".

When Song's mother was packing clothes for Song Zhaodi, Song Zhaodi saw a beige top with peach-colored short sleeves with prints, and Song Zhaodi didn't want to wear it. There was no way to explain that it would not be long before she couldn't wear bright clothes, so Song Zhaodi said nothing, leaving Song's mother to clean up.

Song Zhaodi endured the headache, picked out all the gorgeous clothes and stuffed them in the closet, and heard "Your taste is very average". Song Zhaodi fell weakly on the bed.

After a while, the pain in her head was relieved, Song Zhaodi got up and put on a pair of gray trousers and a white shirt.

Opening the door, Song Zhaodi raised her eyebrows when she saw the door open next door. Zhong Jianguo got up really early.

Sneak in quietly, see only a small baby on the bed, turn to the far west, the big baby and the second baby are also sleeping. Song Zhaodi thought for a while, carried Sanwa downstairs, put him on a chair, and blocked him with a bench to prevent him from rolling down, before going to wash his face and brush his teeth.

Zhong Jianguo was pressing the water when he heard footsteps and turned around: "Today this body is still decent."

"I don't want to talk to you." Song Zhaodi rolled his eyes at him, "By the way, let me tell you something."

Zhong Jianguo pretended to be surprised: "What did you say? Speak louder, I can't hear you."

"Is it interesting?" Song Zhaodi was speechless, "You brought a lot of rapeseed yesterday, and I plan to plant them today. What should I do with these flowers?"

Zhong Jianguo straightened up and looked around: "These flowers were planted by Dawa's mother before she died. If you pull out the vegetables, Dawa will call you a bad woman again."

"What do you eat if you don't grow?" Song Zhaodi asked.

Zhong Jianguo thought that he would lose sleep last night, but the strangeness that has been bothering him has been explained. Zhong Jianguo slept until dawn and was in a good mood today, so he said: "Plant the flowers beside the bamboo fence, and I will talk to the elders. Baby explains."

"Plant a circle next to the fence?" Song Zhaodi said, "I can't finish the planting. Do you have any planks? Get a few wooden boxes, and plant the rest in the wooden boxes and put them under the porch."

Zhong Jianguo thought for a while: "That's the only way."

"There is no firewood in the courtyard. What should I do if the firewood in the kitchen runs out?" Song Zhaodi asked, "Will you not let me go up the mountain to chop wood?"

Zhong Jianguo: "It stands to reason that we should find firewood ourselves."

"What if you don't follow common sense?" Song Zhaodi asked.

Zhong Jianguo: "Burning briquettes. I have been burning briquettes since I was in Shencheng."

"How many stoves do you have in your house?" Song Zhaodi asked.

Zhong Jianguo: "One."

One stove to cook a meal, say an hour less. Song Zhaodi's shoulders suddenly collapsed: "The full-time nanny also goes up the mountain to chop wood? What is my life?" After a while, "Zhong Jianguo, is it too late for me to go back to the countryside now?"

"It's too late." Zhong Jianguo laughed, "I don't agree, you can't leave our marriage. If you go to the court, the court won't dare to accept it." He took the water and walked around to Song Zhaodi, "Comrade Song Zhaodi, The comments about Wang Xifeng in "A Dream of Red Mansions" are quite suitable for you."

Song Zhaodi asked with a smile: "Master Zhong, if there is no firewood at home, who do you think will be hungry?"

"You—" Zhong Jianguo pointed at Song Zhaodi, who blinked and motioned for him to continue. Zhong Jianguo took a deep breath, "I'll go to the guard later and ask him to chop wood for you."

Song Zhaodi was surprised: "Do you still have guards?"

"I'm the head of the regiment!" Zhong Jianguo reminded, "not the head of your village."

Song Zhaodi: "You went to our village alone, and no one doubted that you were a soldier. Besides, you didn't say that you had guards."

"I didn't say much." Zhong Jianguo said, "But there are not as many things that you hide from me."

Song Zhaodi looked at him with bright eyes: "And then?"

"Quickly brush your teeth, wash your face and cook." Zhong Jianguo said, carrying water into the house. Filling the tank in the kitchen and the tank in the yard, it is estimated that Song Zhaodi will stop without drawing water for two days.

In this era, materials were scarce and there was nothing to eat, so Song Zhaodi cooked a pot of thick white rice porridge and fried cabbage with vinegar. When the cabbage was served, Song Zhaodi said to Zhong Jianguo, "There are still two eggs in the cupboard. Do you want to make them for the eldest baby and the second baby?"

"Scrambled eggs with shallots?" Zhong Jianguo said, "they are used to eating, why are they still clamoring for them tomorrow?"

Seeing that he didn't refuse directly, Song Zhaodi guessed that he also felt sorry for the child: "You are such a dignified leader, you can't even afford a few eggs?"

"It's not easy to buy if you have money." Zhong Jianguo sighed, "Cut more green onions and fry one."

Song Zhaodi: "Is there a fuel ticket?"

"It seems there is still more." Zhong Jianguo asked, "Is there no oil in the tank?"

Song Zhaodi: "Since they can still afford oil, then I'll make an egg pancake for them." Make a little batter, sprinkle some chopped green onion, knock an egg, fry it in lard for two minutes, and make it with lard. The orange-orange egg pancake is out of the pan.

Song Zhaodi couldn't help swallowing the smell of incense, and said with emotion, "I'm really the best stepmother in the world."

"Got it." Song Zhaodi said, "I can't find anything to ask you later."

Zhong Jianguo let out an "um" and wanted to go back to the house to change clothes. He walked to the door and turned back to the east guest room to make the bed for Song Zhaodi.

Zhong Dawa looked at his father, and then at his stepmother, who seemed to be a different person. He didn't dare to bear any more bears, and ran to his father and whispered, "Dad, I want to eat a big white rabbit."

"You can only eat one a day, and I've already eaten it today." Zhong Jianguo told Song Zhaodi as he made the bed, "Children can't eat too much candy, I'll be away from home in the future, so you can't get used to them."

"No." Song Zhaodi said, "the three of them are your sons. I will teach you how to raise them."

Zhong Jianguo frowned slightly: "The three of them are also your sons. You, don't treat yourself as an outsider, we will be a family in the future. As long as you are right, whether you beat them or scold them, I have no problem. "

"Dad!" Zhong Dawa stared, "Are you going to become a step dad?"

Zhong Jianguo raised his hand and flicked his forehead: "If you dare to be naughty again, if your mother doesn't beat you, I will beat you with a belt."

Zhong Dawa suddenly fainted.

"Erwa, what's wrong?" Out of the corner of Song Zhaodi's eyes, she noticed Erwa rubbing her stomach and realized that she had neglected the second child.

Zhong Erwa subconsciously glanced at Zhong Jianguo.

Zhong Jianguo heard Song Zhaodi's words and just looked back: "What's wrong?"

"I'm hungry." Zhong Erwa said weakly.

Zhong Jianguo put on the quilt, folded the quilt into tofu cubes, and went over to pick up the second baby: "Let's cook now." When he spoke, he looked at Song Zhaodi, no problem.

Song Zhaodi: "I'm hungry too. You bathe the three of them, and I cook."

"Okay." Binhai in October has entered late autumn, and Wengzhou Island in October is still very hot. Song Zhaodi and Zhong Jianguo were wearing long trousers and long jackets. They didn't feel the heat when they were transferring boats in Shencheng, and they were sweating profusely when they arrived at Wengzhou Island. Zhong Jianguo smelled the strange smell on Song Zhaodi's body, and also smelled the bad smell on his body, so he went to the first floor with a bucket to press the water.

Song Zhaodi put the sleeping third child on the bench in the living room and asked Dawa and Erwa to look at him, then rolled up her sleeves and washed her face.

The stove in the Zhong family's kitchen is an earthen stove, and Song Zhaodi left the large pot to Zhong Jianguo to boil water, ready to use a small pot for cooking.

Opening the cupboard, there are rice, noodles, eggs, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, and only these things. Song Zhaodi asked Zhong Jianguo, who came in with water, "Are there any vegetables?"

"There should be more." Zhong Jianguo said, "Go and have a look in the yard."

Zhong's small building is about 200 square meters, and the outside yard is 70 to 80 square meters. It is surrounded by bamboo and looks like a small villa from a distance.

Song Zhaodi came in with Zhong Jianguo before, and after taking a cursory look, she couldn't help but praise herself - it's not wrong to marry.

When I entered the yard, Song Zhaodi was dumbfounded. In such a big yard, all the flowers and plants are planted? Song Zhaodi did not believe in evil, and only found a few amaranth.

Song Zhaodi bent down, stretched out her hand halfway and stopped, instead of pulling the amaranth, she took off all the leaves of the amaranth.

Song Zhaodi straightened up and looked around, unable to help but sigh. Then take a bamboo sieve and wash vegetables by the water well.

"Is there a fire now?" Zhong Jianguo asked when she saw her coming in.

Song Zhaodi originally wanted to find some green onions, but she couldn't even find any green onion leaves. Song Zhaodi really wanted to ask Zhong Jianguo if your family didn't open fire before: "Boil it." As he spoke, he poured two scoops of water into a small pot, and then beat three eggs in three bowls.

"What are you doing?" Zhong Jianguo was curious.

Song Zhaodi: "You have nothing at home. Let's eat white noodles and make three bowls of steamed eggs for your three sons."

Zhong Jianguo frowned: "Don't always be my home, this is your home in the future."

"Okay." Liu Ling also likes flowers and plants, and after she became Song Zhaodi, this preference has not been lost, provided that she has enough food and clothing. As for the actual situation, she wanted to buy four bags of milk powder for Sanwa, but hesitated for nearly ten minutes or just bought two bags, because she was afraid that she would run out of money and return to the island and the family would have to tighten their belts to live.

Liu Ling was not so aggrieved when she was the poorest in her last life. For the first time in her past life, Liu Ling told herself that the days to come will get better and better. However, she was careful in Shencheng, and the Zhong family on Wengzhou Island did not even plant a single green onion. As long as he thought that he would have to buy green onions in the future, Liu Ling couldn't help but have a headache.

Zhong Jianguo returned to his home, and the whole person was relaxed. It was better to be careful when he was in Xiao Song Village. He heard Song Zhaodi's voice was wrong, and then he noticed that she seemed unhappy: "Are you tired? Tell me what to do, I'll come. do."

"No." Song Zhaodi said, "I'm fine." Put the drawer in the pot, and put the three bowls with water and sesame oil into it, "The water in the pot will just boil."

Zhong Jianguo frowned. Seeing Song Zhaodi going to make noodles again, he thought about it for a while, and finally said nothing.

Around five o'clock, Song Zhaodi took a shower, went upstairs in short sleeves and big pants, and saw Zhong Jianguo walking back and forth with Sanwa in his arms: "Give it to me, you go take a bath."

Zhong Jianguo saw that there was no smile on Song Zhaodi's face, he sighed, turned and went downstairs.

Song Zhaodi made a face at his back, went to the west room, opened the door and saw that the eldest child and the second child were already asleep. She found a towel blanket on the stomachs of the two children, and then went out with the third child in her arms. : "Little guy, both brothers are sleeping, why are you still not sleeping?"

The child slept for a long time, but was not sleepy at the moment. Seeing Song Zhaodi talking to him, he stretched out his hand and made random gestures.

Song Zhaodi couldn't understand, so she taught the children to call her mother.

The child made an "ah" sound and saliva flowed out.

Song Zhaodi turned around and wanted to get the paper, but stopped at the side: "Paper has to be saved. Forget it, I'll make you a few more bibs tomorrow." Looking up, she saw the lush greenery in the yard, and Song Zhaodi's head Pained, she tapped Sanwa's little face: "Your mother is really a lady."

Zhong Jianguo walked downstairs and carefully recalled whether he had made Song Zhaodi angry while filling the water. After going back and forth twice, he suddenly thought that since they got off the boat, Song Zhaodi never said "I" again.

When Song Zhaodi talked to Ma Zhonghua, she spoke Mandarin in a fluent Mandarin, without any Binhai accent? He had just spoken to Song Zhaodi, and Song Zhaodi's Mandarin did not have a Binhai accent.