That night, Zhao Zhuangshi packed up and kept vigil in the primary school.
The two men who came to climb up the window had one foot inside the window and the other outside the window, looking at each other.
The two men successfully escaped after Zhao Zhuangshi released some water from the Songhua River.
The next day, late.
The number of men who came to climb over the wall increased to eight.
But Zhao Zhuangshi also found Li Erdun and Wang Sanzhu who had followed him in the past. The three of them, wearing stars and moons, chased the eight people for two miles with rolling pins.
The third day, late.
No one came.
Zhao Zhuangshi whistled lonely at the moon for two hours.
Later, he was scolded by the Zhang family's sister-in-law and did not dare to continue disturbing the people.
The fourth day.
Zhao Zhuangshi's cousin who married to Jiuli Brigade returned to her parents' home.
"Xiao Cui, what do you think you are doing here now?" Widow Zhao was busy in the kitchen. She looked at her little niece and finally broke her heart and broke off half of the white flour buns for her.
She was so grown up that she took on a good job and could earn four white-flour steamed buns a day. It was her niece who she had brought up since childhood, and Widow Zhao was willing to give it to her even if she didn't want to eat it herself.
Speaking of the Zhao family, it was really troubled.
Widow Zhao's man died early, but his brother-in-law's daughter-in-law did not.
When Zhao Cuihua was a child, she was almost raised by Widow Zhao. When she was learning to talk, she would call her mother when she saw her.
From the time Zhao Cuihua was fourteen years old, Widow Zhao began to collect cloth and cotton until she got married, giving her a thick new quilt.
"Oh, mother, what are you doing? You can keep it for yourself."
Zhao Cuihua took it over and took a closer look to see that it was white flour. She quickly put half of the steamed bun back into the bowl. She turned around and put the bowl of steamed buns into the cupboard and put a sea bowl on top. , so as not to be ruined by rats.
After she finished doing this, she turned around, took over the work from Widow Zhao and said, "Isn't this how Aunt Wang and the others went to my husband's house a few days ago to call the children to go to school? Your little educated youth let it slip, and now my husband's house Biandu spreads that our primary school is so good..."
Widow Zhao: "...?"
Tell a secret?
Did Lin Nianhe spill the beans?
How can she let that girl slip out of her ten thousand thoughts?
Zhao Cuihua was washing the dishes and didn't notice Widow Zhao's expression. She said to herself: "No, they just want to see if the school is really as good as the reputation. They asked a few boys to come over two days ago to see me. Brother was stopped and sent back."
"No, I was thinking that I would just come back to see you and my brother, so I told them I would come back and have a look."
After Zhao Cuihua finished speaking, she turned back and smiled naively at Widow Zhao, her eyes red: "Mom, I miss you so much."
"Oh, my daughter."
Widow Zhao's heart softened suddenly. She hugged Zhao Cuihua's shoulders and patted her back like she was coaxing her to sleep when she was a child: "Mom, I miss you too."
No matter how close a married daughter is, she can't be as close as when she is at home.
After Zhao Zhuangshi got some sleep and rubbed his eyes, he saw his mother and little sister hugging him and crying.
"What's wrong, Cui'er? Are you angry with me?"
Zhao Zhuangshi judged the truth in a second, picked up the kitchen knife and walked out: "Don't be afraid, brother, just go and fuck him!"
"Hey, brother!" Zhao Cuihua's tears stopped instantly, and she rushed over and grabbed Zhao Zhuangshi's arm, "What are you doing? Don't go!"
Widow Zhao wiped her tears and rushed to grab the kitchen knife from Zhao Zhuangshi's hand: "That's right, Yangzi is fine, put the knife down!"
Zhao Zhuangshi looked at his mother, then at his sister, and asked, "Then what are you two howling for?"
"Snapped!"
"Snapped!"
Widow Zhao and Zhao Cuihua slapped Zhao Zhuangshi on the arm, neither lightly nor hard.
"What can you do? Your little sister misses her mother, can't she?"
"Brother, go and find me two bird eggs. Let's bake them and eat them, just like we did when we were kids."
These two slaps were so light that Zhao Zhuangshi didn't feel any pain at all, but he still grinned in cooperation to prevent them from thinking he didn't feel pain and giving him another harsh slap.
"Okay, I'll fix it for you."
Zhao Zhuangshi said and went up the mountain without even washing his face.
Widow Zhao rolled her eyes at his back and cursed with a smile: "Every day, I am not in a straight line!"
After saying that, she turned around and wiped Zhao Cuihua's crying face painfully. She held the kitchen knife and said, "Wait a minute. The old hen at home can't lay eggs. Mom just happened to get some hazelnut mushrooms two days ago and stew them for you." Chicken to eat.”
"Hey, mother, it's too late? You've treated me like this and I won't dare to come back again..."
"What's going on? My daughter...my daughter can't even eat a chicken after she returns to her parents' home? Let go, don't think I dare not slap you now."
So far, the veteran actor from Widow Zhao's family has not escaped the fate of dying in the line of duty.
Zhao Cuihua was kept by Widow Zhao until night before she was willing to let her go. But when the sky turned dark, Widow Zhao asked Zhao Zhuangshi to send her back.
Zhao Zhuangshi carried a bag of hazel mushrooms and half a cucumber in his mouth while gnawing on it while leading Zhao Cuihua towards Jiuli Brigade.
On the way, Zhao Cuihua remembered her mission today and asked him: "Brother, is the primary school in our brigade good or bad?"
Zhao Zhuangshi chewed the cucumber and replied casually: "Then everything is new, how about that?"
"Are they all new?" Zhao Cuihua was stunned for a moment and then understood, "Ah, the second uncle of the Li family gave it to them, right?"
"No," Zhao Zhuangshi said, "That house was built by the engineering team, and it cost hundreds of dollars!"
"My mother." Zhao Cuihua smacked her tongue repeatedly, "The primary school in the Huashhu Brigade has only one shabby room in total. In winter, it is ventilated from all sides... Hey, brother, will your little nephew be able to come back to school in a few years?"
"Ah?" Zhao Zhuangshi suddenly thought of something and stared at Zhao Cuihua's belly and asked, "What? Got it?"
Other unmarried men probably wouldn't understand such a subtle hint, but this was Zhao Zhuangshi, and he knew it very neatly.
Zhao Cuihua covered her stomach and said with a smile: "Yes, this is why my mother cried this afternoon... It's only been two months, and my mother won't let anyone tell anyone."
"No wonder Mom wants to stew chicken today." Zhao Zhuangshi suddenly became nervous and refused to eat the cucumber in his hand. "Then, what about that, Cui'er, can you leave? How about I ask Erdun to come over and carry you?" Let's go back?"
"No!" Zhao Cuihua was dumbfounded. She patted Zhao Zhuangshi and said, "I don't feel anything. It's not a problem."
"real?"
"real."
Zhao Zhuangshi felt that it was not true, not true at all.
"I'll go to Uncle Li's house to borrow a bicycle to see you off." Zhao Zhuangshi was afraid that his little sister would be tired.
"There's really no need," Zhao Cuihua dragged his arm, "Just take two steps, there's nothing to be tired about."
"That won't work..."
The two of them walked and argued all the way. In the end, Zhao Zhuangshi retreated and went to the bullpen to ask Uncle Guan for instructions, then hitched a bullock cart and sent Zhao Cuihua back.
"Brother, are you going to let the child from my husband's family go to our family to study?"
As they neared Jiuli Brigade, Zhao Cuihua finally thought of her own business again.
Zhao Zhuangshi stopped whistling happily, struggled for a moment and said, "Just tell the truth whether they like it as a gift or not. Don't act like you are fooling them. Your husband's family will give you little shoes in the future..."
It was a bit difficult for Zhao Zhuangshi to say this.
He thought that Lin Nianhe specifically asked him to guard the elementary school so that Jiuli Brigade could not see it, because he must not want to accept the students there.
But he was also afraid that his sister would suffer at the hands of her husband's family.
So...why don't you give up the steamed buns today?
(End of chapter)
