Stepmother

    The eldest baby changed her face instantly, frowned and looked at Song Zhaodi: "And asked Dad to cook?"

    "To go or not to go?" Song Zhaodi didn't talk nonsense to him.

    Zhong Dawa saw that Song Zhaodi was not joking, and pouted: "Let's go. Erwa, in the forest, let's go." With a wave of her little hand, she went home angrily.

    Sister Duan's face is full of doubts: "Is Dawa angry?"

    "His dad can't cook." Song Zhaodi said, "I would rather not eat than ask his dad to cook."

    Sister Duan couldn't help laughing and crying: "This big baby, why is he so funny."

      As he spoke, he looked around, "Sister Chen ran away, so she should be back."

    Sister Duan turned her head and said, "Liu Ping, go and see what's going on."

    Leaving it in the past, Liu Ping could not help but talk to her mother, and then go. However, seeing the white shirt on the ground, Liu Ping didn't say a word, and ran towards the supply and marketing cooperative. On the way, she met Mrs. Chen who was empty-handed.

    Seeing that she hadn't bought paper money, Song Zhaodi was very puzzled: "Sold out? What a coincidence."

    "No." Sister-in-law Chen supported her waist, took a few breaths, and then said, "The supply and marketing cooperative was going to sell us paper money, but when I heard that we were burning paper at the intersection, I didn't want to. already."

    Song Zhaodi did not understand: "Why?"

    "I remember." Ma Zhenxing's mother Zhou Shufen said quickly, "In June of the previous year, when the East China Sea Fleet was busy relocating here, I saw the article in the newspaper to overthrow everything.

    "I don't know who said it, the temples in Shencheng have been ripped up. Our island has been peaceful for the past two years, so I forgot about it. Xiao Song, what should I do now? ?"

    Song Zhaodi: "Listening to my sister-in-law, the supply and marketing agency has fire paper, how can the supply and marketing agency dare to sell it?"

    "Fire paper is enough to sell for three to five years at a time." Sister Chen said, "It has only been more than a year since Xiao Zhou said he hit the bulls, ghosts and snakes, I guess it is The stuff they brought in before."

    Sister Duan continued: "Xiao Song, although this is a town, in fact, before the main force moved here, this was a small fishing village, no different from the rural people in the north."

      Are the people here like this too?"

    Sister Chen nodded: "The common people believe that the paper money burned by the living can be picked up by the dead. They are afraid that their relatives will not be able to eat or drink in the world, and they will starve when they are ghosts. Will burn a lot of paper. Banning all is impossible.

    "So when you mentioned buying paper money just now, I thought the supply and marketing society secretly sold it to us, but I didn't think they might not sell it."

    "The island is too peaceful, and I forgot to overthrow the ghosts and demons." Almost all the villagers in Xiaosong Village are poor peasants. It's almost the same, so that Song Zhaodi, who came across, didn't think of this at all, "I can't use Sanwa as an excuse."

    Sister Duan nodded: "Yes. If you really do this, Xiao Zhong can be very angry when he knows." After a while, "Should we go back and think about it?"

    "No, I have a solution." Song Zhaodi's eyes lit up when she saw the suit jacket on the ground, "Liu Ping, you run fast when you are young, go to the supply and marketing agency to find the child who is called to show us the way. Woman, tell her that suits are a bourgeois thing, this shirt of yours is nondescript, and we're going to burn all these fancy clothes.

    "But we don't have any matches, so ask that woman to give you a box of matches, and give you a bundle of match paper to keep for ignition. If she doesn't give it, you say you go to the Revolutionary Committee and tell the director Said that her relatives' house was full of strange clothes."

    "Xiao Song, don't mess around." Sister Duan quickly stopped her, "Let's think of another way."

    Song Zhaodi raised her eyebrows: "Auntie thinks I'm talking nonsense? Last time you and Sister-in-law Chen went to Hangzhou, did you see people wearing suits, cheongsams, and foreign skirts?"

    "It doesn't seem to be there." Sister-in-law Duan thought about it carefully, "You, you're not talking nonsense?"

    Song Zhaodi: "This kind of thing can't be nonsense. When we came from Binhai last year, there was a lot of trouble in Binhai. It's just like coming here like a paradise, I didn't think of it for a while."

    I didn't expect it to be true. Just now, Song Zhaodi's head was full of "the clothes of the dead must be burned so that the dead may rest in peace", so she forgot about the clothes.

    As for whether suits and cheongsams are being burned outside, Song Zhaodi doesn't know, but she only dares to say that because the world is chaotic and people on the island don't dare to ask more.

    "Then, Liu Ping, hurry up." Sister Duan said, "Do as your sister-in-law said."

    Song Zhaodi: "When I saw the woman in the supply and marketing agency, I secretly told her that when you say it, you should be confident and not guilty."

    "I know." Sister-in-law Duan said at home that Song Zhaodi was smart, but Liu Ping disdain it. Today, she saw with her own eyes how fast Song Zhaodi's head turned. Liu Ping didn't want to admit that she was very smart, but she had to Admit it, she is not as good as Song Zhaodi. Full of jealousy, Liu Ping ran to the supply and marketing cooperative.

    For a moment, Liu Ping came back with a bag, followed by a woman.

    Song Zhaodi glanced at the man, opened the oiled paper bag, took out a whole bundle of fire paper, opened it and stuffed it under the clothes, and asked Mrs. Duan: "Auntie, what should I say?"

    "I'm here, you have never worshiped the dead." Sister Duan was afraid that passers-by would hear it, so she chanted in a very low voice until all the paper money was burnt out and mixed with clothes. Sister-in-law Duan just stopped.

    The woman who followed Liu Ping saw that Song Zhaodi and her party had really burnt the clothes they had just bought, and hurried to her relatives' house, informing them to dispose of the clothes at home.

    Seeing this, Song Zhaodi breathed a sigh of relief: "How can this day be like a war."

    "It's different from fighting." Sister Duan sighed, "Don't put your head on your trouser waist when you're fighting. What do we say now, in this world, it's better than when you're fighting. At least you don't have to. Worry, everything will be blown up by the bomber when you wake up."

    Song Zhaodi nodded: "Auntie is right. I just sighed with emotion." After a pause, "Tell me, I have only been on the island for five months, and I have met several people in succession. Next thing, am I born to work hard?"

    "Are you still working hard?" Zhou Shufen glanced at her and pouted, "Your old bell cooks the rice. If you work hard, we are maids."

    Song Zhaodi chuckled: "Don't listen to Dawa saying that his father cooks again, and think that Lao Zhong often cooks. Since I came to the island, he has been cooking more than once. I can count it. It just tastes worse every time, and I suspect that he did it on purpose."

    "What do you say?" Sister Chen asked as she walked.

    Song Zhaodi: "It's unpalatable, so I won't let him do it."

    Several people froze for a moment, and after thinking about it carefully, they couldn't help but smile.

    Song Zhaodi came to the door of the house, saw the car parked in the yard, and subconsciously looked at the chimney, but didn't see the smoke rising, she couldn't help but tut her feet and walked in.

    "I thought you weren't coming back today." Zhong Jianguo, who was washing green onions, was overjoyed when he heard the footsteps, looked up and saw that it was Song Zhaodi, "Cook quickly, the three of them All hungry."

    Song Zhaodi stopped: "I don't want to do it today."

    "Don't want to do it again?!" Zhong Jianguo exclaimed.

    Song Zhaodi: "I don't want to cook if I'm in a bad mood." After a while, "I don't want to eat either."

    "You—" Zhong Jianguo was not afraid of Song Zhaodi's aura running on him, nor was he afraid of Song Zhaodi's silence and ignored him, but he was afraid that Song Zhaodi looked like a dead pig who was not afraid of boiling water, "You are a child mother."

    The eldest baby and the second baby were in the house, Song Zhaodi didn't say that it was not her mother: "You are still the father of the child."

    "I, I'm a man!" Zhong Jianguo said, feeling inexplicably guilty, and didn't dare to look directly at Song Zhaodi.

      It has been said that women hold up half the sky. The meaning of this sentence is that women and men are equal, women can cook, and men should also be able to cook.”

    "Don't talk nonsense!" Zhong Jianguo knew that Song Zhaodi had a lot of misconceptions, but seeing that she dared to distort the meaning of Comrade Chairman, he still felt unbelievable, how could there be such a woman in the world, " You... what the **** happened to you today?"

    "I hit a ghost." After Song Zhaodi finished speaking, she continued to go into the house.

    Clap!

    The onion in Zhong Jianguo's hand fell to the ground, and he didn't bother to pick it up, so he followed with strides: "What do you mean? Song Zhaodi, don't you know that you will defeat all the bulls, ghosts, snakes and gods now?!" Look around.

    Song Zhaodi: "Really!"

    Zhong Jianguo hurriedly closed the door: "Didn't you fool me?"

    "What good will it do for me to lie to you with such a thing?" Song Zhaodi asked rhetorically.

    Zhong Jianguo shivered involuntarily, glanced around subconsciously, and asked in a low voice, "Then, what about the ghost?"

    "Pfft!" Song Zhaodi was amused, "You are a college student, a party member, and a proletariat, yet you actually believe that there are ghosts in the world? Captain Zhong, your consciousness needs to be improved."

    Zhong Jianguo took a breath, opened his mouth to say Song Zhaodi, and the words came to his mouth: "Don't want to change the subject, what are you doing when you are not at home steaming buns in the afternoon?"

    "Go and buy clothes." Zhong Dawa was worried about his dad's messy cooking, so he didn't dare to go out to play, so he had to stay in the house and stare at his dad," Lin Zhong said that the stepmother wanted to buy clothes Burn it."

    Zhong Jianguo noticed that Song Zhaodi was empty-handed: "What do you mean?"

    Song Zhaodi told him the whole thing: "My hand touched the clothes of the dead, do you really want me to cook?"

    "Don't!" Zhong Jianguo blurted out, "Hurry up and wash your hands several times."

    Song Zhaodi snorted: "When Dawa's mother died, who helped her change clothes?"

    "That's different." Zhong Jianguo said, "I know she is Baihua, do you know who wears the clothes you touch? Do you know how those people died? In case Did he die of tuberculosis?"

    Song Zhaodi nodded: "So, not only do you have to cook, but you also have to help me boil the bath water later. I don't need you to wash my clothes, I wash them myself."

    "Then wash ours too." Zhong Jianguo answered very quickly.

    Song Zhaodi glanced at him: "I don't think I can cook tomorrow."

    "When I didn't say it." Zhong Jianguo opened the door and walked out.

    Song Zhaodi followed.

    Er ​​Wa patted his brother's arm: "What happened to dad and stepmother?"

    "Playing the house." Zhong Dawa said, "Don't worry about them, go to the kitchen and get me a meat bun, half of us."

    Erwa didn't move: "I want more meat?"

    "Okay." Zhong Dawa agreed without thinking.

    Erwa stepped on the bench and went to great lengths to get a big bun, and the big baby broke it and gave him a small half. Erwa was about to speak when she saw his brother bite off half of the stuffing.

    The child suddenly changed his face, pursed his mouth, and ran out: "Mother, brother lied to me."

    "What's wrong?" Song Zhaodi quickly put down her pancreas and rushed to her hands, "Did you hit you?"

    Zhong Erwa raised her hand: "Look!"

    "Baozi." Song Zhaodi nodded, indicating that she could see clearly, "Don't want to eat?"

    Zhong Erwa said anxiously: "No, no, it's a small half, and most of it is in my brother's hands, but he said he would give me a large half, and the meat was more. If he didn't give it to me, he also took my meat. eaten."

    "Then go get another bun." Song Zhaodi said, "Give me half of it."

    "I'm full." Zhong Dawa also wanted to get it, but was afraid that Song Zhaodi would cook, and he couldn't eat the delicious food, so he continued to watch Sanwa wandering around the house.

    Song Zhaodi broke the buns in half, gave all the stuffing to Erwa, and ate the other half of the buns by herself: "Are you happy?"

    "Yeah." Erwa was satisfied and smiled.

    Zhong Jianguo shook his head helplessly: "A bun, what about you?"

    "I won't talk to you, you and brother belong to the same country." Zhong Erwa took Song Zhaodi's hand, "Mother, what are you doing for dinner?"

    Song Zhaodi looked at the child with his mouth full of pickled cabbage, dried beans and meat, and was quite speechless: "Can you still eat it?"

    "It seems impossible." The child touched his stomach, "Mother, don't cook tonight."

    Zhong Jianguo took a step and turned around abruptly.

    Song Zhaodi burst into laughter: "Eat your buns, don't talk."

    The child only sees Baozi and his mother. He didn't notice that his father changed his face, and nodded: "Mother, I want to go out to play."

    "No, help my brother take care of my younger brother." Song Zhaodi said, "If you want to go out, you can only play in the yard." He followed Zhong Jianguo to the kitchen, and Song Zhaodi did not dare to touch the kitchen. "Is it alright if I burn paper at the intersection?"

    Zhong Jianguo: "It's okay. Sister Chen and the others won't say it outside, and the family who sold you the clothes won't dare to say it. ." Pause, "Comrade Song Zhaodi, you really don't cook today?"

    "Don't do it!" Song Zhaodi was joking with Zhong Jianguo at first, but seeing that he thought she was joking, she took it seriously, "You don't know how to do it, I can teach you."

    Zhong Jianguo reminded: "I'm quite stupid."

    Zhong Jianguo sighed: "What do you plan to teach me after you teach me to cook?"

    "Make clothes." Song Zhaodi said, "However, we don't have cloth for you to practice."

    Zhong Jianguo relaxed.

    "You don't think I'm telling the truth, do you?" Song Zhaodi couldn't believe it. At first sight, Zhong Jianguo's ears turned red and her eyes widened, "You, why are you so cute."

    The knife in Zhong Jianguo's hand swayed, and he almost chopped off his own finger: "Song Zhaodi, pay attention to the impact."

    "Your three sons are not here, who will affect you, who will affect you?" Song Zhaodi glanced out, "Captain Zhong, have you been affected?" take a look.

    Zhong Jianguo froze, reacted that he was too nervous, stared at Song Zhaodi, and squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "Don't think I really dare not touch you!"