Chapter 147： good things come in pairs

Zhong Jianguo walked over to take the dish from her hand: "I'm so confused, I'll take care of you in the future."

"Counting on you? It's better to count on Sanwa." Song Zhaodi said casually, and didn't think she was old, Zhong Jianguo actually saw the "loyalty" of the needle watch, and there was no one else, "Header Zhong , experts say women live longer than men on average. And you, eight years older than me."

Zhong Jianguo stared at her: "What do you mean?"

"It means I can't count on you. I don't know, it seems that you are getting old." Dawa came in and said, carrying two plates of dumplings and left.

Zhong Jianguo suddenly wanted to beat someone: "Why are you everywhere?"

"There are too many children." Erwa came in and replied, took the bowls and chopsticks and went out.

Zhenxing smiled: "Uncle Zhong, I'll take it."

Zhong Jianguo gave him the plate, and saw Sanwa come in again: "What are you all doing here?"

"Not all come in." Sanwa pointed to the outside, "Zhengang and Dali didn't come in, they were pulling the table and setting up the bench."

Zhong Jianguo glared at him: "I saw it, I don't need your explanation."

"Then you still ask me." Sanwa glanced at him, pouted, and left with dumplings.

Zhong Jianguo took a deep breath: "Song Zhaodi, can I beat them up?"

"Beat." Song Zhaodi said, "I think it turned out that your five sons and one nephew tied you up and watched us eat dumplings." He handed him a pot of vegetables, "Let's go. Now, let's go, have dinner. For the New Year's Eve, don't make it difficult for yourself."

Zhong Jianguo looked at the six children who were already sitting and waiting for dinner: "I really hope that tomorrow is the college entrance examination, and they all pass the examination, so as not to leave my family angry with me."

"We're all gone, you are still lonely." Dawa said, "For example, mother said, what do you have for dinner? You would say, just the two of us, just do whatever you want."

Zhong Jianguo snorted: "You are wrong. Your mother and I make fish dumplings every day and make meat buns. Steaming a pot on the stove is enough for the two of us to eat for two days."

Dawa choked for a moment and didn't believe it: "Mother, we're not at home, do you feel lonely?"

"No." Song Zhaodi thought about it seriously, "You guys go to school, so I have to go to class."

Zhong Jianguo smiled: "Zhong Dawa, didn't you expect it?"

"I thought about it." Dawa didn't want to make his father too proud, "Mom, we are all grown up, we won't be caught by the fish, and we can help you clean up the fish, and make the fish in two days. Eat dumplings."

Song Zhaodi: "No. It's too cold. It's too cold to wash and cut the fish."

"I'll get it." Dawa said.

Song Zhaodi glanced at him: "You know?"

The baby choked.

"Do it again in autumn." Zhong Jianguo Road.

Song Zhaodi glanced at him: "Don't watch the excitement, it's not too big of a deal. I'll do it in two months when the weather is warm. Dali, don't be embarrassed, eat whatever you want. Don't be polite. "

"You are polite, the dishes on the table are gone." Zhong Jianguo followed.

He laughed vigorously: "I know, auntie, uncle, you eat too."

Two months later, during the Qingming Festival, Song Zhaodi brought a few children to the graves of Bai Hua, Ma Zhonghua and Zhou Shufen, and asked Dawa to go to the non-staple food factory to buy four mackerel.

My mother was busy for a long time, and I didn't eat fish dumplings until after 6 o'clock in the evening.

After eating this meal, Dawa and the others began to do questions and read books all day long. Song Zhaodi didn't let them go up the mountain to chop vegetables, and when they were tired, they went downstairs. On Sunday, Song Zhaodi led Zhengang, Dawa and Zhenxing up the mountain.

On April 16th, Sunday, when Song Zhaodi saw that the weather was fine, she planned to take a few children out to dig some wild vegetables. As soon as she packed her backpack, someone came from her family—the principal.

Seeing this, Song Zhaodi chased the children upstairs before asking the principal what she was doing with her.

The principal didn't go around in circles with Song Zhaodi, but spoke directly while walking.

Sanwa lay upstairs and saw Song Zhaodi leaving with the principal, and hurriedly asked the brothers who were reading in the living room: "What's the matter with the principal looking for his mother?"

"Didn't you hear?" The big baby glanced at him.

Sanwa shook her head: "The principal didn't say anything."

"I'm afraid you will hear." Dawa said so deliberately.

Sanwa immediately regretted asking him, and then looked for Reborn, and called Reborn Guess.

Rehabilitation really knows: "It may be about running a high school."

"High school?" Erwa hurriedly asked, "Does that mean I don't have to go to high school outside?"

Rehabilitation: "There should have been junior high school and high school, but it was delayed by the 'revolution'. When we were in the imperial capital, my grandfather asked me if there were many soldiers on the island. Children. I said It's not too many, there are about twenty in your class. Grandpa said it's time to run a high school."

"There is no teacher." Erwa said, "There is no one in the normal school."

Rehabilitation: "Go outside to recruit. There are still five months until September 1st. Besides, the junior high school teachers have taught you about high school knowledge. If you can't find a teacher, they also Students who can reach the graduation of Teachers College."

"The principal is looking for a mother, do you want to transfer her to high school?" Erwa asked.

Zhengsheng nodded: "Yes. Although my mother didn't finish college, her English is better than those who finished college."

"That's good." Erwa said, and suddenly thought, "We have all learned high school knowledge, and we have to go to another three years?"

Reborn: "You don't want to go to school? Erba, let me remind you, you are only fourteen, even if you want to go to college next year, your mother will not agree. Honestly, finish high school for three years. Zhen Gang, the three of you go downstairs to play, don't disturb our reading."

"We wouldn't have come up if Mother told us to go upstairs." Sanwa held Zhengang with one hand and Erwa with the other, "Let's go out to play."

Reign said quickly: "Don't go up the mountain. The firewood at home is enough to burn for a while."

"We know." Sanwa replied, and the person disappeared at the entrance of the stairs.

After eleven o'clock, Song Zhaodi came back and told the children that the school was going to open a high school. In the future, soldiers from several surrounding islands would come here to attend high school and go back once a week.

Dawa hurriedly asked, "The school has to be expanded?"

"Not only have to expand, but also have to build a house for the teacher, each person has two rooms, everyone has a share." Song Zhaodi said.

Daddy: "You too?"

"Yes." Song Zhaodi said, "If your father makes me angry again in the future, I will go to the school to live."

Independent curiosity: "Is there still such a big place over there?"

"Building a three-story building." Song Zhaodi said, "The army has already consulted the opinions of several neighboring islands. The family members of the army would rather their children come to school here than go to Yongcheng to go to high school."

Dawa: "You don't need to ask for opinions on this matter. There are everyone in the school outside, and there are only military children on the island. If you want to learn, you can't be bad. It's hard to say when you go outside."

"You don't understand." Song Zhaodi rolled his eyes at him, "Zhuangzhuang went back?" The big baby nodded, "Then let's cook."

Reborn sat next to Song Zhaodi: "Mother, why don't you talk about it when you go?"

"Yes." Song Zhaodi said.

Reborn looked at her and asked his brothers, "Do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it!" The brothers said in unison.

Song Zhaodi's head hurts because of the quarrel: "If you don't believe it, that's all."

"I didn't say I wanted you to be a high school teacher?" Sanwa asked.

Song Zhaodi shook her head.

The brothers didn't believe it, and if they wanted to ask again, they were forced to cook by Song Zhaodi.

In the evening, when Zhong Jianguo came back, the unwilling eldest child urged his father to ask.

Zhong Jianguo smiled, looked at Song Zhaodi and said, "I said it."

"You know?" Song Zhaodi was curious.

Zhong Jianguo: "I don't know anything about you." Then he said to several children, "The principal asked your mother to be the dean of the high school."

"What?!" Dawa was shocked, "My mother is the director? Such a big thing, mother, why didn't you tell us?"

Song Zhaodi rubbed her forehead: "I can hear it even in a low voice. I haven't thought about it yet."

"You don't need to think about it." Dawa said, "You, Comrade Xiao Song, you will become the director at the age of thirty-three this year. How many people dare not dream of it, but you still hesitate? Mother? If you miss this time, not only will you not have the next time, but you will also lose the opportunity to fill the world with peaches and plums."

Reborn then said, "Mother, don't think about it. I'll tell the principal tomorrow that you and my dad have discussed it, and our whole family will support you."

"I didn't agree." Zhong Jianguo said.

Reborn choked: "Do you dare to support the mother?"

"I respect your mother." Zhong Jianguo said.

The big baby snorted: "Do you respect your mother? In the past, my mother didn't want to have children. You took the opportunity every three days, no, if you didn't get the opportunity, you also created the opportunity to set you up for the mother, but I'm too embarrassed to say respect?"

Song Zhaodi had a headache: "Don't be noisy. Big baby, rehabilitate, cook. Be independent, revitalize, vigorously, help to wash the vegetables. Second baby, third baby, hold back if you want to ask." The voice fell, and the living room fell silent.

Several children looked at each other and tiptoed to the kitchen.

Zhong Jianguo changed his shoes, washed his face and hands, sat next to Song Zhaodi, and looked at her intently.

Song Zhaodi pinched his arm.

Zhong Jianguo took a deep breath: "Do you want me to talk about something happy?"

"How can your troops be happy?" Song Zhaodi looked at him, "A beautiful female officer?"

Zhong Jianguo nodded: "Yes. It's beautiful. A round face, big eyes, long black hair, but the skin is a little dark—"

Song Zhaodi twisted his waist.

Zhong Jianguo quickly grabbed her hand: "Really. Good thing."

"What about you?" Song Zhaodi looked at him.

Zhong Jianguo nodded: "Do you want to guess?"

"I love to talk but not to talk." Song Zhaodi was quarreled by several sons and just wanted to be quiet.

Zhong Jianguo saw that she was not very interested, so she stopped selling off: "I've been promoted."

Song Zhaodi couldn't help sitting upright, her eyes widened suddenly: "Say it again!"

"I've been promoted." Zhong Jianguo said, "A meeting was held a few days earlier to vote, and the appointment has been made today."

Song Zhaodi opened her mouth and couldn't believe it: "Master?!"

"Hey, the teacher's wife." Zhong Jianguo followed.

Song Zhaodi punched him on the body: "Is it fun to hide from me? I'm still worried that after Uncle Liu leaves, your teacher will change greatly because of his retirement. You actually hide it to death. Damn, can you really do it!?"

"What are you hiding?" Dawa asked hurriedly.

Song Zhaodi: "Your father has risen."

"No way?" Dawa looked at Zhong Jianguo, "How old is Dad? Wait, Commander Zhao suggested it?"

Zhong Jianguo waved his hand: "It was passed unanimously. Later, I reported to the top, and the appointment came down within a few days."

"Unanimously approved?" Rehabilitation also came out, "Deputy Commander Wu did not promote his direct line? Those political commissars did not object?"

Zhong Jianguo nodded: "Your father is of good character, no one has any opinion on appointing me."

"I don't believe it!" Sister-in-law Duan told Song Zhaodi that Master Liu would propose to Zhong Jianguo to take his place, but Song Zhaodi knew that the army was relatively simple, but there were also several factions. I never thought that Zhong Jianguo could become a division commander, "Is it appointed directly from above, without going through your troops?"

Zhong Jianguo glanced at her: "You want to say that it was Mr. Qi helping me? Comrade Xiao Song, you look down on your man too much."