Stepmother

Self-reliance look towards rebirth, they won't fight, right?

The head of the bed and the foot of the bed. Gengsheng pulled a hand to stand on his own, dragged him out of the bedroom, and did not forget to take the door.

Zhong Jianguo put his hands on his hips and stared at Song Zhaodi: "Can you keep your mouth shut in the future? It's not your own?"

"Am I wrong?" Song Zhaodi asked rhetorically.

Zhong Jianguo took a deep breath: "Yes. But the truth hurts."

"Then don't quarrel with me, let me." Song Zhaodi said.

Zhong Jianguo sighed: "I will try my best. You should also restrain yourself."

"If you can hold back, I can hold back." Seeing him crawling onto the bed, Song Zhaodi said quickly, "Don't rush to sleep, go to see the self-reliance and rejuvenation later, don't cover up and steal the quilt cry."

Zhong Jianguo waved his hand: "It's all right. The two children are mentally prepared. What we said today is just to pierce that layer of window paper. If I knew they were prepared, I would have told them earlier. . Saves me worrying for months."

"Then they call your father, do you agree?" Song Zhaodi asked with a smile.

Zhong Jianguo almost choked, glared at Song Zhaodi: "I'll talk about it tomorrow, you think I'm joking with you."

"Captain Zhong, you are getting fat." Song Zhaodi was happy, "Since you are so capable, you will cook tomorrow morning."

Zhong Jianguo's feet paused: "Then do you wash clothes?"

"I wash it as I wash it." Song Zhaodi agreed very succinctly.

Today's clothes are all cotton and linen, the stains on the clothes are all mud, no oil stains, just sprinkle a little washing powder and rub it.

Although the clothes are easy to wash, Song Zhaodi is also afraid of tiring herself. The next morning, Song Zhaodi woke up and called Zili and Dawa to help her press the water and wash the clothes.

Zhong Jianguo saw her doing this, so he called Reborn to help him wash vegetables, and asked Erwa to lead Sanwa to play.

The second baby looked at the busy mother and two brothers outside, and then looked at the father and one brother in the house, sighed while holding his chin: "Sanwa, is today the weekend?"

"I won't go to school." Sanwa rubbed her eyes to make herself look awake, but in vain, "Second brother, I'm sleepy."

Erwa felt tired: "I'm sleepy too. It's obviously a weekend, and I called us up before 6:30, which is earlier than school. I really don't know our father and we What is the mother doing?"

"I don't want to know." Sanwa yawned, "Second brother, I just want to sleep."

Erwa looked at his dad in the kitchen, his mother lowered her head to wash clothes, thought about it, and stretched out her hand, "Sanwa, I'll take him back to the room to sleep."

Apart from a wall, the big baby yawns while pressing the water: "Mother, why do you wash clothes in the morning? What's the point?"

"What's the point of washing clothes." Song Zhaodi wringed out the water on her trousers and handed it to Zi-Li, "Throw it on a rope to dry."

Dawa rubbed the corners of her eyes: "Then why can't you wait until you have eaten before washing?"

Song Zhaodi stopped, looked up and saw Dawa's eyelids were red, she wanted to laugh strangely: "You went to bed before ten o'clock last night, and you haven't slept enough for nine hours?"

"Mom, when I and I went back from the rebirth last night, the eldest baby was already awake." Self-reliance was a little embarrassed, "Then we woke the second baby and the third baby again."

Song Zhaodi frowned slightly: "Why didn't I hear?"

"Our voices are low." Zili said, "Across two doors, you and Dad are busy arguing again—"

Song Zhaodi hurriedly interrupted him: "Dad? Didn't you call him dad last night?"

"Mother, I'll tell you." Dawa said, "I woke up last night and found that I was not there. I didn't see him back after waiting for a while, so I came out to look for him. He and the reincarnation came out of your and dad's house.

"I asked Zili, how did they get out of your room. Zili and Gengsheng said that they told you that they wanted to call your mother and father. Wake up the second baby and the third baby, vote, three votes to two votes, they followed us and called Dad Dad."

Song Zhaodi looked at Dawa: "Three to two? Thank you for being able to say it."

"It's okay to be self-reliant." Dawa said, and couldn't help yawning, "Mother, can I go to sleep for a while?"

Song Zhaodi: "No. You can go to bed after I wash my clothes." Then, she threw all the white clothes into the basin, "Don't roll on the ground when you play, the clothes are clean. Come on, I can wash it faster too."

"We don't roll on the ground." Zhong Dawa glanced at the clothes in the basin, "Without me, it is a shirt that is self-reliant and rejuvenated."

"I'll just say it casually, don't take it seriously." Song Zhaodi said, "Anyway, washing clothes is your father's job, so I only do it once in a while. You can wear whatever you want."

Zhong Jianguo came out to pinch a few green onion leaves, and by chance heard this sentence, and immediately became very happy: "Song Zhaodi, I will cook in the future, and you will do the laundry."

"I don't agree." Before Song Zhaodi could react, Zhong Dawa said loudly, "Dad, you will cook tomorrow, we, we will go on a hunger strike."

Zhong Jianguo glanced at him: "I'm hungry." After a pause, "Dad, do you know why your name is Zhong Jianqiang?"

"Because my grandma likes this name." Noticing the self-reliance and curiosity, Dawa explained to him, "My name was given by my grandmother, and the names of Erwa and Sanwa were given by my mother. "

Zhong Jianguo: "Then your grandma didn't say why? There was a famine in the country the year you were born, and your grandma hoped that you would be strong and survive the famine even if you don't have enough food and clothing.

"But you, not only have you forgotten all this, but also dare to think that my cooking is not delicious. Believe it or not, I will let you recall how hard it was in the past today."

"I believe it!" Da Wa said quickly, "Dad, hurry up and cook."

Song Zhaodi was curious: "How to remember?"

"Mother!" Zhong Dawa said first, "Let Dad cook."

Zhong Jianguo: "Eat the bran and swallow the vegetables." Looking at Zhong Dawa, "Son, do you know what the bran is? It's the wheat bran that our chickens eat. What is the vegetable? Come to feed the wild vegetables for the geese."

Zhong Dawa knew that his father had no good words in his mouth, but when he heard him say that, he was still shocked: "Do you all eat like this before?"

"My house is fine." Song Zhaodi dug out his memory, "If you don't have enough food, you can go to the sea to fish for things, and you can go to the mountains to find wild fruits. Some places are not so lucky. Skin, eat dead people—"

The baby was startled: "Dead?"

"Yes." Song Zhaodi said, "One of my college classmates said that there was a family in their town with many children. Pick up the starving people and go home to cook—"

"Mother, don't talk about it." Zhong Dawa's back was cold and her skin was covered in goose bumps, "It's too scary."

Song Zhaodi: "But this is true."

"You heard what others said." Zhong Jianguo was also disgusted by her, "hearing is false, seeing is true. I think this kind of thing is mostly based on falsehood."

Song Zhaodi clicked: "You haven't seen it, just because you haven't seen it much."

"Stop!" Zhong Jianguo said, "I shouldn't have mentioned this. I'm going to cook now."

Song Zhaodi frowned: "Can you still eat?"

"Mother!" Zhong Dawa said loudly, "If you say it again, I will be angry."

Song Zhaodi saw that his frowning could kill mosquitoes: "Okay, I won't talk about it in the future. However, you really don't want to know, how did my classmates know?"

"I don't want to know." Zhong Dawa said.

Self-reliant tentatively: "I'm a little curious."

"Zhong Zili!" Dawa couldn't believe it, "How can you do this?!"

Song Zhaodi coughed: "Zhong Dawa, our family pays attention to freedom of speech. If you don't want to know, you don't have to listen. I'll tell you about self-reliance."

Zhong Dawa put down the head of the water press well, turned around and went into the house, halfway through, she wanted to know how his mother made it down, and turned back: "I have to help you press the water."

Song Zhaodi smiled and did not expose the child: "At that time it happened to be winter, my classmate's grandmother went to the woman's house to borrow a shovel to shovel snow, and saw their house was cooking.

"My friend's grandmother just asked casually what to eat. When she was talking, she glanced at her head and saw a fingernail in the gap of the pot lid. Nails or toes."

"Ugh, it's disgusting." Zhong Dawa covered her mouth, her face pale.

Song Zhaodi was taken aback and asked quickly, "Are you okay? Stand on your own, help him go back to the house and lie down for a while. Wait, stand on your own, are you okay? Are you scared?"

"I'm fine." Self-reliance said, "I heard from grandpa before that when they climbed the snowy mountains and crossed the grass, they would eat whatever they caught."

Zhong Dawa hurriedly asked: "Eating dead people too?"

"No." Zili said, "No one lives on the snow-capped mountains, and if someone dies, they are also their comrades. They drink cold water when they are hungry, eat grass roots, and will not touch the bodies of their comrades."

Song Zhaodi nodded: "It was really hard before, we can't imagine that kind of hardship." After speaking, she found that Dawa's face was much better, so she didn't drive him into the room, "Zhong Dawa, Is it happiness to eat white rice three times a day?"

"I don't feel happy." Dawa wanted to nod, and the words came to her lips, "If I can cook meat for three more times, I will wake up laughing in my dreams."

Song Zhaodi asked with a smile: "Human flesh?"

"Mother!" Zhong Dawa put her hands on her hips, "I'm so angry!"

Song Zhaodi said: "I was wrong. I will never mention this again. I will kill the goose at home later, and eat the stewed goose in an iron pot at noon."

"I don't want to eat meat for the time being." Zhong Dawa wanted to say yes, but suddenly had a nausea, covered her mouth and raised her hand to stop it, "I'll eat it in a few days, in a few days."

Self-reliant and speechless: "You are already like this, and you are still thinking about eating. You are really a glutton in our family. Do you want me to help you go to the toilet to vomit?"

"No vomit." Zhong Dawa waved to her, "I have to go upstairs and lie down for a while, stay away from my mother."

A black line on the forehead: "Then what were you doing when you came back."

"I didn't expect that what my mother made up was the same as the real one." Zhong Dawa walked to the door and couldn't help but look back, "It snows in winter, and I'm still at someone's house, so tell her I have seen it with my own eyes. Mother should teach Chinese, not English."

Curiosity: "Why?"

"Chinese books are full of stories." Zhong Dawa said, "If mother is a language teacher, she can teach without reading textbooks."

Self-reliance and speechless: "I don't think you are uncomfortable. Go up by yourself, and I will help my mother press the water."

"I don't want to, but I can't help it." The big baby opened the door and saw two children sleeping on the bed, "Why are they here?"

Self-reliance: "As sleepy as you are."

"Are you and Gengsheng not sleepy?" Zhong Dawa finally noticed something was wrong, "You don't seem to be yawning."

I smiled and said, "I slept well last night, and I slept until dawn."

Self-reliantly covered the second baby and the third baby with a towel blanket, looked up and saw the older baby closed his eyes, thought about it, pulled the curtains, and gently closed the door.

Song Zhaodi came into the house with a large wooden basin and found that Reborn was still in the kitchen: "Why didn't you go up to sleep for a while?"

"I'm not sleepy." Gengsheng smiled, "By the way, mother, my book is finished."

Song Zhaodi: "I'll buy it in the afternoon. What else is missing, I'll buy it together."

"Nothing is missing." Reborn.

After breakfast, the children were driven back to the house to sleep, Song Zhaodi poured out all the contents of the five children's schoolbags, and found that the regenerated pencils were less than three centimeters left, so she couldn't help sighing in one breath.

In the afternoon, Song Zhaodi took ten yuan to the supply and marketing agency and brought a box of writing pads and pens.

Erwa was shocked: "Mother bought all the books and pens from the supply and marketing cooperative?"

"No." Song Zhaodi said, "I only bought half of it."

The big baby sighed: "My mother, I finally understand why everyone always likes to say that you will spend money."

Dawa nodded: "You are very good at living, but my classmates have to stop me and ask, Zhong Dawa, did your mother really buy you a box of pens and paper."

"What did you say before, what will you say tomorrow, I don't care about you." Song Zhaodi said, "The day after tomorrow is August 15th, what would you like to eat?"

Zhong Dawa: "You can do whatever you want except meat."

On the morning of August 15th, Song Zhaodi went to the non-staple food factory to buy some tofu and tofu skin. At noon, make homemade tofu, stir-fried tofu skin with green peppers, stir-fried tomato loofah, and braised eggplant.

The four dishes were served, and Zhong Dawa regretted it: "Mother, you picked tomatoes instead of scrambled eggs?"

"Fried loofah with tomato?" Zhong Jianguo washed his hands and sat down, "Your mother really knows how to eat. Self-reliance, Erwa, have you ever seen something like this?"

Song Zhaodi handed him the rice: "That dish is reserved for you to soak in rice. At night, eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes, scrambled eggs with cucumbers, scrambled eggs with loofah and scrambled eggs with shallots."

Dawa couldn't believe it: "Mother, did you do it on purpose?"

"No." Song Zhaodi said, "I poured the loofah and tomato into the pot, and then I thought that they should be fried together with the egg. Wait, baby, I think I heard someone knock on the door of our house, go out See who it is."