Chapter 13： on the pirate ship

Zhong Jianguo took a breath, was this woman smart or stupid, "Can I know what you want from me?"

"I did have a partner in the past, I didn't lie to you, but he was also a college student." Song Zhaodi said, "The conservative people in the village are one of the reasons for choosing you, but not the main reason. I don't want to inadvertently say "A Dream of Red Mansions" in the future, and be chased by Wang Degui to ask if I was dreaming in a small red building.

"You are a college student and have been in Shanghai for many years. You have a wide range of knowledge and are easy to accept new things. It is easy to find something in common with you. You have a bad relationship with your stepmother, and your relationship with your father. It’s not good either, they are old, I want to take care of my parents-in-law, and if you don’t want to take care of them, you won’t let me down. However, the people of our village believe in parents who are all in the world.”

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"Yes." Song Zhaodi said, "the villagers will also tell you that your stepmother was not easy before, and she didn't mean to treat you like that. She now knows it's wrong, and she is so old , you should forgive her. That's one of the reasons why I don't want to stay in the village."

Zhong Jianguo decided to find a few soldiers from the countryside to ask: "That's all?"

"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 waiting for a few children to grow up before having children, and also planned to find an opportunity to tell Song Zhaodi about this. Zhong Jianguo felt a little uncomfortable when she said it in a grand manner: "You, what do you think about the child?"

"I once saw a mother who was bleeding profusely and died in the end." Liu Ling had never seen it before. When she was a child, the original owner often heard from Song's mother that the daughter-in-law of a certain family did not survive when she gave birth to a child. Adults and children were not saved.

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 gate of hell."

Zhong Jianguo: "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 even one I don’t even want to have children, I’m an alternative.”

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

"Are you still talking?" Song Zhaodi stared and asked.

Zhong Jianguo: "Continue."

But you can't go too far."

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

"I'm not stupid." Song Zhaodi said, "You see that I have a lot of heart and can't control it, how could you be so happy to argue with me, and give me the three children with confidence You dare to say that you married me in such a hurry, because you don't think my duty can be deceived, and I can't make a fool of myself."

Zhong Jianguo dared not speak.

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

Zhong Jianguo accepted: "You are really thoughtful."

Find one."

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

"This is 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 ask, I will Said I was going to die. They didn't rush me."

Zhong Jianguo: "What you think 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 you?" 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 am from the city, I still know this." When the voice fell, Song Zhaodi's eyes widened in disbelief and 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 take care of you, provided that—"

"Take care of your three children?" Song Zhaodi said, "No problem. However, I haven't finished."

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

"Temporarily split the room." Song Zhaodi said with a smile, "I can move when 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 am 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 the children, cook for you, and help you keep the house." Song Zhaodi snorted, "It's a pity that there are no such good things in the world. 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. 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 tell me now, from the first sentence we said, you were pretending, but I didn't find anything wrong with you until you landed on the island, it's not scary? Song Zhaodi, If you were born in the Republic of China, Dai Li would 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. Before you went to college, you lived in Xiaosong Village and didn't have the chance to meet people on the other side.

"The person who prompted you and me to meet is not you, but my stepmother. If my stepmother knew that you went to college, the person who went to see you a few days earlier would not be me, but my stepmother's Son or her favorite 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. I want to know How do you know? Master Liu's wife is from the countryside just like you. Sister Duan is not as lucky as you, her fingers are deformed.

"If you were 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'm the one who trained you on the other side, and I'd rather give up your **** than bring it out as a shame." After saying that, 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 trousers." Zhong Jianguo reminded, "It's wide and fat, so I won't wear it."

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

Zhong Jianguo was taken aback and snorted coldly 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, I, Liu Ling, you really can't blame me."

The next day, Song Zhaodi opened her eyes, rubbed the corners of her sour 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.

Immediately, she dumped the clothes she brought from home on the bed, and the red linen 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 will be labeled as feudal, and fancy clothes will be classified as "exotic clothes".

When Mother Song was packing up her clothes for Song Zhaodi, Song Zhaodi saw a beige top with peach-colored short sleeves with prints, and Song Zhaodi didn't want to bring 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 cabinet, 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 that the door next door was open, Zhong Jianguo got up really early.

I walked in quietly, saw only a small baby on the bed, turned to the far west, the big baby and the second baby were 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 during her lifetime. If you pull out the vegetables, Dawa will scold you for being a bad woman."

"What do you eat without growing?" Song Zhaodi asked.

Zhong Jianguo thought that he would have insomnia last night, but the strangeness that has been bothering him has an explanation. Zhong Jianguo slept until dawn and was in a good mood today. Next to me, I'll explain to Dawa."

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

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

"There is no firewood in the yard, what should I do if the firewood in the kitchen runs out?" Song Zhaodi asked, "Won't you 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 when 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 less than an hour. 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." , "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: "Captain Zhong, if there is no firewood at home, who do you think will be hungry?"

"You—" Zhong Jianguo pointed at Song Zhaodi, Song Zhaodi 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 group!" 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 a lot." Zhong Jianguo said, "But you don't hide me as much."

Song Zhaodi looked at him with burning eyes: "Then what?"

"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, so why are they still clamoring for it tomorrow?"

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

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

Song Zhaodi: "Is there a gas ticket?"

"There seems to be more." Zhong Jianguo asked, "Is there no oil in the tank?"

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

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