Chapter 67： teach children

Zhong Erwa hummed, "Then I won't sew." She threw her trousers on the chair as she spoke.

"Then I also tell you that I will make five new pairs of trousers for you. My mother used two cloth tickets." Song Zhaodi said, "There are five cloth tickets left to keep for you to make shirts and clothes. winter clothes.

"If you don't mend new trousers, you can only wear old trousers. After a few months, you will grow taller, and the old trousers will not be able to be worn. I won't help you mend them, but you have to do it yourself. repair."

Zhong Erwa pouted and looked at Song Zhaodi pitifully: "Mother..."

"Don't act like a spoiled child, it's useless." Song Zhaodi refused to enter, "If I knew it now, why bother in the beginning."

Zhong Erwa's eyes were slightly red, tears were rolling in her eyes, she stared straight at Song Zhaodi, stopped talking, just looked at her like that.

Song Zhaodi also looked at him, did not give in at all, and silently told Erwa that I didn't scare you or joke with you.

Erwa's tears burst out instantly, she felt that Song Zhaodi was deliberately embarrassing him, and Song Zhaodi no longer hurt him.

Song Zhaodi didn't want to embarrass the child, but Erwa's problem of cutting with scissors must be corrected: "Will you cut pants in the future?"

Erwa lowered her head and sobbed, pretending not to hear anything.

Rehabilitate yourself.

Sanwa raised her head, followed her self-supporting fingers, and exclaimed, "Second brother, are you crying? Second brother, why are you crying? Did the eldest brother beat you?"

"I didn't hit him." Dawa wanted to persuade Erwa when she saw Erwa wanted to cry, but he was afraid that Erwa would return to her old ways, so she held back and didn't say anything. Seeing Erwa's tears falling one by one at this moment, she couldn't bear it in her heart, "Erwa, tell your mother that this is the last time. Promise your mother that you won't cut your pants in the future, and your mother will help you mend them."

Erwa sniffed and pretended not to hear what Dawa said.

Zhong Dawa saw this and took Sanwa away, leaving him alone.

Song Zhaodi asked: "Do you think I'm too strict with you? Erwa, do you think you just made a hole in your trousers instead of cutting them so you can't wear them, and you think I'm making a big fuss? "

Zhong Erwa raised her hand to wipe away her tears.

Song Zhaodi knew she was right: "Since you think it's trivial to cut a hole in your pants, then you can sew it yourself."

"You won't help me make the batter." Zhong Erwa muttered.

Song Zhaodi asked: "Do you have to use batter?"

"The batter can stick the paper to the cloth." When Song Zhaodi made shoes, she used batter to paste cloth of different sizes into a whole piece. When the Spring Festival couplets are posted, the paper is also pasted on the door with batter. In Zhong Erwa's opinion, the batter is better than anything else.

Song Zhaodi: "You have a needle and thread in your hand, why can't you sew the paper on the cloth first, then cut the cloth according to the outline of the paper, and finally remove the thread?"

Zhong Erwa looked at the paper and cloth in her hand, looked at the needle in her hand, and looked up at Song Zhaodi, surprised and delighted, is this still possible?

"Don't understand?" Song Zhaodi asked deliberately.

Zhong Erwa nodded vigorously: "I know."

Song Zhaodi mentioned "remove the thread", but Erwa did not sew according to the outline, pinched the needle and sewed a few times, and felt that she could cut a cat, so she asked Song Zhaodi for scissors.

Zhong Erwa likes to play with scissors. The Zhong family's scissors are placed high by Song Zhaodi. That's why he asked the Qu family to borrow scissors yesterday.

Song Zhaodi handed him the scissors and couldn't help reminding: "Be careful."

Zhong Erwa wanted a cat very much, so she was very careful, cut it little by little, and it took five or six minutes to cut out the outline of the cat.

Song Zhaodi reminded Erwa to use a small needle to patch the patch. Zhong Erwa put down the scissors and looked for the smallest needle. However, my eyes were about to see flowers, but I still couldn't thread the thread into the eye of the needle.

Zhong Erwa subconsciously asked her brothers for help.

Self-reliance, rejuvenation and Dawa do not agree with Erwa cutting a hole in her good trousers, Song Zhaodi taught Erwa a lesson, and the three of them are supportive. Seeing the second baby calling them, the older baby pointed at Song Zhaodi, which meant that Song Zhaodi did not agree and they dared not help.

No way, Zhong Erwa can only ask Song Zhaodi: "Mother, just help me, help me, okay?"

"Give me the needle and thread." Seeing the child's red eyelids, Song Zhaodi sighed helplessly, "Erwa, how does it feel to patch?"

Zhong Erwa pursed her lips and said embarrassedly, "Trouble."

"Will you still cut it in the future?" Song Zhaodi put the thread into the eye of the needle without looking at it.

Zhong Erwa envied Song Zhaodi for putting the thread in once, and said thank you when she took the needle, but did not answer Song Zhaodi's question.

Song Zhaodi is not in a hurry: "Do you know how to sew?"

"Follow the seams drawn by my mother." Zhong Erwa saw that Song Zhaodi had done it many times and thought it was very simple.

Song Zhaodi nodded: "It's very smart. Then you sew slowly."

Zhong Erwa snorted quite proudly.

Seeing this, Song Zhaodi laughed softly, thinking, I see how long you can be proud.

Zhong Erwa first sew a circle according to the outline, after cutting the thread, she plans to show off with her brothers and sisters. However, Erwa picked up her pants and found that something was wrong.

There is a little duck on the trousers Erwa wears, Song Zhaodi sewed it for him. No matter how you look at it, the duck looks like it's stuck to the pants. And Erwa's own stitches vary in size, and in some places, the stitches are crooked. It's good if you don't look closely, but it's ugly if you look closely.

Erwa didn't even think about it, she picked up the scissors and planned to remove the thread and sew it again.

Seeing this, Song Zhaodi hurriedly stopped: "It's the first time you sew, and it's already good to be able to sew this piece of cloth on the pants."

"But it doesn't look good." Zhong Erwa pointed at the cat's chin with a look of disgust, "It's crooked here, I want to tear it down."

Song Zhaodi: "You still sew like this. Don't think I lied to you." Pointing to the duck on his trousers, "Mother can sew so well, because she helped the family when she was your age. Sewing clothes for more than ten years.

"Then I, I..." Erwa couldn't believe it and tried to ask, "I also have to sew for more than ten years?"

Song Zhaodi nodded: "Practice makes perfect. Only when you are proficient can you sew cats as they really are."

"But, I want to wear my new pants tomorrow." Erwa said.

Song Zhaodi: "Then wear it like this. Anyway, your classmates and friends won't lie on your pants and look at it."

The classmates will not stare at his pants, but Zhong Erwa wants to show off to the classmates, there is a small animal on his pants, and he wants to tell the classmates that the cat on the pants is himself sewn.

"Mother..." Zhong Erwa looked at Song Zhaodi, "I won't let you sew for me, you teach me to sew better."

Song Zhaodi: "Don't say I will teach you, even if I sew, I will sew according to the thread on the paper, I can't give you instructions. Unless I teach you." Without waiting for Erwa to speak, she said , "but it's impossible. I don't allow you to cut your pants, you won't listen to me and make me angry, why should I help you?"

"Because, because..." Zhong Erwa thought for a while, "Because you are my mother."

Song Zhaodi smiled slightly: "It's not a kiss, it's a stepmother."

"Mother!" Zhong Erwa was very angry and said loudly, "Every time I don't want to help others, I say it's my stepmother. Mother, you, you are rude!"

Song Zhaodi laughed: "But what I said is also true."

"Mother, mother, mother..." Zhong Erwa tried crying, but it was useless, she could only use wrapping, otherwise she could only go to school in crooked trousers, "Mother, mother, teach I sew. Mother..."

Zhong Dawa's head hurts: "Erwa, shut up!"

"I didn't talk to you." Zhong Erwa glared at the baby, turned her head and grinned at Song Zhaodi, "Mother—"

Song Zhaodi also got a headache from his arguing: "I can't teach you to sew clothes." After a pause, "Even if I take your hand and sew this cat, what about next time?

"Zhong Erwa, you like cutting clothes so much, every time you let me hold your hand to sew, what's the difference between me and myself? I'm punishing you to sew clothes, not teaching you Sew clothes, as I said just now."

Zhong Erwa pursed her lips and wanted to cry again.

Song Zhaodi wanted to laugh instead: "In front of my brother and brother, I promise not to cut clothes randomly in the future, and I will help you mend your pants. If there is another time, you can draw a pattern and sew it yourself. Can you? ? Zhong Erwa."

Zhong Erwa was reluctant and looked at Song Zhaodi.

Song Zhaodi stood up and said, "It's time to cook. Daddy, go to the field and order some vegetables. You can eat whatever you want."

"Mother, don't go away." Zhong Erwa stopped Song Zhaodi, "The sun hasn't set yet. Mother, teach me a little bit, it'll do."

Sanwa looked at the second baby like a rascal, and didn't understand: "Second brother, don't you cry?"

Zhong Erwa looked back at Sanwa.

Sanwa frowned: "What happened to the second brother?" She turned her head and asked for self-reliance.

"Your second brother sees that the cat on your new schoolbag looks good and wants one." Zili said, "So I cut a hole in my pants and asked my aunt to sew a cat on it for him. "

Zhong Sanwa still doesn't understand: "Second brother wants a cat? It's called Niangxiu. Why is the second brother cutting pants?"

"Because the pants were torn, my aunt gave him a patch." Zili said.

Zhong Sanwa still didn't understand: "Second brother didn't call mother to mend clothes, but call mother to sew cats."

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Rebirth: "Auntie didn't say that the pants are not torn, so she won't sew cats for you. Good pants, if you ask Auntie to sew cats for you, Auntie can sew them too."

Zhong Erwa hurriedly looked at Song Zhaodi: "Mother, is it true?"

"Yes." Song Zhaodi laughed, "if you tell me in advance that you want a cat, I will sew it for you. The good pants are cut. You don't feel bad for your pants, I didn't tell you. "

Erwa really wanted to cry this time: "Mother!"

"Do you think I'm bad?" Song Zhaodi said, "That's not as irritating as you, and you're mad at me every three days."

Zhong Erwa stared at Song Zhaodi, are you such a mother?

Song Zhaodi pointed to the pants in his hand: "Do you still want a cat?"

The child was suffocating, angry and wanted to cry, why is his mother so bad.

"Mother, I was wrong." Zhong Erwa grabbed Song Zhaodi's hand, "I won't cut my pants in the future."

Song Zhaodi: "If I don't have time to sew small animals for you in the future, you will cut your trousers and tell me that your trousers are torn and you have no clothes to wear, so let me sew them for you immediately? ?"

Zhong Erwa pouted: "I don't dare."

"Put those pants on the chair and sew them for you after dinner." Song Zhaodi said, "Go wash the dishes with your brother."

Zhong Dawa said: "Mother, I want to eat vegetable cake."

"No." Song Zhaodi said, "We don't have much white noodles in our house. We steam rice and stir-fry vegetables at night."

Zhong Dawa doesn't believe it, she's been eating rice these days, she went to the kitchen to open the cupboard and saw that there were two bags of rice and a little white flour, roughly not even a scoop: "Why don't you buy noodles? ?"

"Your father is obsessed with eating rice recently." Song Zhaodi said, "I told him that there was no rice at home and no noodles, so he bought two bags of rice and came back without buying noodles. When he comes back, you ask Ask your dad, what do you want to do?"

Zhong Dawa shook her head: "Forget it. I didn't beat me yesterday if I wanted to. I'll just be honest for a few days." After speaking, she took the sieve and went out to pick vegetables.

Song Zhaodi almost laughed: "Self-reliance, rebirth, you all go together."

"Okay." Zi Li led Sanwa, put away the notebook and pen on the table, and ran to the water well to press the water.

It was not cold during the day, so Song Zhaodi didn't worry about the five children freezing, so she didn't go out, leaving them to make trouble by the water well. She removed Erwa's sewing thread and sewed it again.

In the evening, Song Zhaodi estimated that Zhong Jianguo was coming back soon, so she put out the vegetables and rice. And just as she sat down with the children, Zhong Jianguo's voice came from outside.

Song Zhaodi went out, and faintly watched a car leave at the door. It should be Xiao Li who sent him back: "Why let Xiao Li drive today? I remember you said that he is about to change his career."

"Today is not suitable for driving." Zhong Jianguo sighed, "Are the children in the house?"

Song Zhaodi: "Yes." When he walked to Zhong Jianguo, he found that his expression was wrong, and he froze in his heart, "What happened?"

Zhong Jianguo opened his mouth to say that he saw a child running out of the house, take a closer look, it was self-reliance. Zhong Jianguo swallowed the words back: "It's nothing, it's just that the work is a little unsatisfactory."

Song Zhaodi would like to say that your job is not only to train troops, but also to deploy defense.

"Uncle Zhong, you're back." A self-reliant voice came from behind.

Song Zhaodi's eyelids jumped: "It's about the child?"

Zhong Jianguo hummed, and said to Zili, "Yes, you go back to the house for dinner first, and I'll wash your hands." After speaking, he pushed Song Zhaodi, don't ask, and talk later.