Stepmother

    The fluttering words made Zhong Dawa's face change greatly, and she quickly said, "Mother, I know I'm wrong."

    "So I didn't say that you won't be allowed to eat." Song Zhaodi said, "I said standing for one day tomorrow because you haven't come up with a more appropriate way. If you figure it out, tomorrow Punishment lifted."

    Zhong Dawa said with a bitter face: "Mother, one night is not enough."

    "You brothers can win against people who are several years older than you." Song Zhaodi said, "I believe you brothers can come up with a good solution."

    Zhong Dawa wanted to cry: "Mother, I don't dare anymore."

     "Don't dare to do it doesn't mean you won't do it again in the future." Song Zhaodi said, "Let's eat first."

    Song Zhaodi did not know Commander Zhao's lover, but she heard that Commander Zhao's lover worked in the hospital, and she also knew that her surname was Liang.

    I heard Zhong Jianguo call Head Nurse Liang, Song Zhaodi guessed that she was here to visit Zili and Rehabilitation, and turned to Sister Duan: "Auntie, have you eaten before?" Go back to dinner and take Nurse Liang away by the way. Self-reliance and rehabilitation are fine.

    "I ate it." Sister Duan didn't hear it, "It was rumored everywhere just now that your five children beat three children who are several years older than them, and I am worried about how many of them are. If you're hurt, come over and take a look. Seeing that they're all right, I'm relieved." After speaking, she turned to Nurse Liang, what else do you want to ask?

    Mr. Liang didn't tell anyone before she came, including Mrs. Duan. Even if Song Zhaodi was extremely intelligent, she could not have guessed that she would come over, and there would be no play for her.

    Seeing that Song Zhaodi was so strict with her children and that Zhong's food was better than hers, Head Nurse Liang was relieved: "I should go back too, it's getting late."

    "Then I'll see you off." Song Zhaodi stood up and saw the five children standing against the wall, glared at them, "wash your hands and eat quickly." However, the five children did not move until Song Zhaodi went out, and the five children ran to the kitchen to scoop up hot water to wash their hands.

    In early spring, the temperature difference between morning and night is large, and the day is hot and the night is cool.

    The family ate dinner and the five children took a bath. It was almost nine o'clock. In the middle of the night and the weather was cold, Song Zhaodi did not train the children any more, but let them go to the bed to reflect.

    "My mother never lies." Zhong Dawa climbed into the bed, lay in the duvet, looked at the pale and pale ceiling, and sighed, "What should I do tomorrow."

    Rebirth: "I think the first thing you need to do is figure out what the aunt is angry."

    "We're angry, let's fight." Erwa continued.

    Zhong Dawa: "We have fought with others before, and mother is not angry. Mother is angry with Sanwa."

    "I didn't make the mother angry." Zhong Sanwa said, "Mother said the elder brother is disobedient."

    Zhong Dawa snorted: "Mother told us before that you can tear and bite when you fight with others, but you can't copy the guy. Of the five of us, only you have scissors in your hand."

    "Second brother gave it to me." Sanwa was young, and Song Zhaodi didn't remember what Song Zhaodi said before. Now that he can remember, he can't understand why he can't copy the guy in a fight.

     Gengsheng said: "So, in addition to angering us to use scissors, Auntie is also angry that we are not obedient."

    "Disobedience is the same as using scissors." Zhong Dawa said.

    Song Zhaodi saw Zhong Jianguo sneaking in, and asked in a low voice, "What's the situation?"

    "We're discussing how to deal with you." Zhong Jianguo lifted the quilt, "I think we have to discuss it until twelve o'clock. Let's go to bed first. Anyway, they don't have to go to school tomorrow, they won't sleep all night, and they will still be there during the day. You can catch up on sleep.”

    Song Zhaodi glanced at him: "You have such a big heart. Your son almost stabbed others in the eye today."

     "Don't worry, if they fight with others in the future, they will never dare to copy guys again." Zhong Jianguo said, "Tonight is enough for a few children to remember for a lifetime."

    Song Zhaodi disagreed: "Only the big baby can remember."

    "Self-reliance and rebirth are honest children. Today should be the first fight between the two of them in their lives. I can't forget it if I want to." Zhong Jianguo said, "How do you plan to clean up the second baby?"

    Song Zhaodi: "Fight the snake and hit seven inches."

    "Really cruel." Zhong Jianguo clicked, but didn't feel sorry for Erwa, and reached out to turn off the light.

    The next morning, when Song Zhaodi was washing her face, she saw five children come out of the house and asked with a smile, "Did you sleep well last night?"

    "Mother, we know we're wrong." Zhong Dawa begged for mercy, "We've come up with a solution, shall we tell you?"

    Song Zhaodi nodded: "You talk."

    Zhong Dawa: "When we have a dispute with others in the future, we must first reason with them, and then beat them up if they are unreasonable. If they do it first, we can't use things to greet others, we have to rely on ourselves The fist beats them down."

    "What if the other party copied the guy?" Song Zhaodi asked.

    Zhong Dawa was stunned, he didn't expect this situation: "Then we, no, no, we don't copy guys." Pause, "But, mother, they have something in their hands. , we have nothing, we will be beaten to death."

    "Then you say that his father is here." Song Zhaodi said, "When they stop, kick things away. If you can't even do this, give it to me all day. Make trouble. I'll make a table of delicious food and punish you for standing against the wall for a day."

    Zhong Dawa's eyes lit up: "Mother's intention not to punish us today?"

    "For the sake of your serious reflection, I will spare you for a while." Song Zhaodi said, "The work of pouring vegetables and cleaning chicken coops, duck pens and goose pens is also yours."

    Zhong Dawa asked subconsciously, "Dad didn't clean up?"

    "I specially leave it for you to clean up." Song Zhaodi said.

    The eldest baby, the second baby, the self-reliance and the rebirth suddenly wanted to go back upstairs and sleep until tomorrow morning.

    A child as old as Sanwa was curious about everything, but became very interested and said to Song Zhaodi, "Mother, I will press the water and water the vegetables."

    "Three babies are the best." Song Zhaodi put down her toothbrush and bamboo cup and glanced at her four eldest sons, "Think about the consequences before doing anything in the future. I promise that every punishment will be unforgettable for your life. ."

    Zhong Dawa wanted to cry: "Mother, it's already unforgettable."

    Song Zhaodi waited for her sons to eat and drink and tidy up the house before calling Erwa, who was so tired and sweating, to her side: "Erwa, you made a hole yesterday. What about the pants?"

    "Mother mend my pants?" Erwa asked quickly.

    Song Zhaodi smiled and nodded.

    "Then sew again in the afternoon." The five sons made too much noise yesterday, and Song Zhaodi didn't go out today, so as not to be ridiculed by the neighbors before and after, and also waited at home for the one who was beaten yesterday. The parents of three children came to her.

    After lunch, no one came to her, Song Zhaodi couldn't sit still, and went to the next door to ask Mrs. Duan: "In the past, the eldest child fought with others, even if the parent did not bring the child to come to find her I will also come and talk to me, and take good care of the big baby. Why is it so abnormal this time?"

    Sister-in-law Duan: "The three and a half old children have never beaten five children, so how can they have the face to go to you. Besides, the three children who fought with the big baby yesterday are also soldiers of the military. The son of a soldier, his own son can’t beat Xiao Zhong’s son, those three children will be taken care of by their father.”

    "I also thought of this." Song Zhaodi said, "But the mothers of those children also came to me in the past."

    Sister-in-law Duan: "That's because the men in the family didn't ask. Xiao Song, don't worry. Everyone knows what happened yesterday, and those three families don't dare to look for them if they want to make a face. you."

    "Then I can rest assured." Although Song Zhaodi had already figured out how to deal with it, she didn't like arguing with others.

    Back home, Song Zhaodi saw five children lying on the small square table reading English, writing words, pursed lips and smiled: "Erwa, go and see if your clothes are drying."

    "It's done." Zhong Erwa stood up suddenly, "Brother Zili helped me take it down, it's on this chair."

    Song Zhaodi followed his fingers and saw not only the trousers, but also the sewing basket, as well as a few pieces of cloth the size of Sanwa's palm: "The preparation is quite complete. Then bring the things over, Bring your pen too."

    "Here, mother." Erwa knew that when Song Zhaodi cut a small animal, she had to draw the outline of the animal first, and then cut it according to the line, so she had prepared a pencil.

    Song Zhaodi did not answer: "You draw, you cut, you sew, you can't, I can teach you."

    Erwa was dumbfounded, couldn't believe it, pointed to herself: "I sew?"

    "You cut the holes in the trousers, not me." Song Zhaodi said, "Mother is not targeting you. Everyone in our family, whoever deliberately cuts a hole in the trousers, sews it himself. It just starts with you."

    Erwa frowned: "Mother, I can't sew."

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    The second baby turned to the big baby, brother, please help me.

    "When you cut your pants, I told you not to cut them, your father and mother will be angry. If you don't listen to me, don't ask me to help you beg your mother." Zhong Dawa said, " Mother, I think you and Dad did the right thing. The second child should be punished."

    Erwa was furious: "Brother!"

    "Erwa, do you want to wear ripped pants to school?" Song Zhaodi reminded.

    Zhong Erwa wanted to cry: "Mother, I can't draw cats."

    "Then I will draw it on the paper, and you will draw it on the cloth according to the pattern." Song Zhaodi did not dare to push the child too hard, so she took a step back.

    Zhong Erwa think about it: "Okay! Mother, you can paint."

    "No need to draw." Zili said, "Auntie, you have drawn on my notebook before, I am not willing to tear it off, it is still there." As he spoke, he took out his schoolbag and took out writing. Ben, tear off the piece of paper with the cat and give it to Erwa.

    Erwa think about it, go upstairs to get a pen, paint a circle of ink according to the outline, gently pull the hand, the cat is separated from the whole paper, "Mother, it's okay."

    "Then draw it on the cloth according to the outline." Song Zhaodi said.

    Zhong Erwa shook her head: "I don't want to do this."

    Song Zhaodi was curious: "Then what are you going to do?"

    Zhong Erwa is confident: "I have a way."

    Self-reliance and rebirth put down the pen and turned to look at Erwa.

    Dawa stepped over to Erwa in three or two steps, sat down and asked, "What can you do?"

    "I won't tell you." Zhong Erwa still remembered that his brother didn't help him, made a face at Dawa, and went to get the needle. Small and thin needles are not handy, Erwa simply picks a large needle. However, there is no thread on the needle, "Mother, I can't thread, you help me thread."

    Song Zhaodi asked, "Have you seen how I thread before?"

    Er ​​Wa nodded: "I saw it."

    "Then you try it first." Song Zhaodi said, "I believe Erwa can definitely do it."

    Zhong Dawa gloated: "I also believe Erwa will be able to do it."

    "You don't need to say it!" Zhong Erwa glared at him, picked up the thread and went through it, immediately surprised and happy, "I can do it."

    Song Zhaodi: "You can. But mother has to tell you that such a big needle is used to hold the sole of the shoe. The smallest needle must be used to sew the patch."

    Zhong Erwa's body froze, then she bit her head and said, "I don't sew now. Mother, I want to stick the paper on the cloth, can you help me make some batter?"

    Song Zhaodi smiled and said, "No." Without waiting for him to speak, she added, "Zhong Erwa, Rongniang reminds you, now I am not teaching you to sew your pants, but supervising you. Patch."

    Zhong Erwa was a little unhappy, looked at Song Zhaodi and begged: "Just a little batter. Mother..."

    "No." Song Zhaodi said, "Find a way yourself."