MTL - It’s a Stepmother, Not a Sister [70s]-Chapter 103 dad

Jiang Shuangling took her two cubs out to school together, and Wang Yunsheng next door happened to be with them. Wang Yunsheng knew the way and led the three of them there.

The mountain road is rugged, the children are bouncing down with small schoolbags on their backs, Jiang Shuangling exhorted: "Pay attention to your feet."

"Got it."

Jiang Shuangling lowered her head to pay attention to the time on the watch, and estimated the distance from home to school. They walked in this way for almost half an hour. Jiang Shuangling asked the children if they were tired, and all three cubs said :"Not tired!"

It's a long way to school.

Most interesting.

The sound of running water dissipated a little summer heat.

"Sister, hurry up!"

"Mom, look, where is the single-plank bridge!"

…

It was these two children who were the first to put on a late mother face and were unwilling to go to school. It was still these two little boys who were excited to find treasures everywhere on the way to school.

They walked relatively fast, it took about thirty-seven minutes to reach the elementary school at the foot of the mountain.

The primary school is a small three-story building with a fence. Although it is not big, it has a school-like attitude. There is a large playground for activities and several vegetable fields. And a pig shed not far away.

There are single and parallel bars on the playground, as well as a small piece of sand, several mulberries and a huge osmanthus tree growing along the fence.

A small stream flows along the school gate to an unknown place.

"Okay, let's go meet your new classmates."

"Three people in one class, let's learn together."

"Mom won't accompany you to class."

The classroom of the two little guys is on the second floor. Jiang Shuangling saw the teacher who was busy in the class. She was a woman with short hair and looked very kind. She greeted the teacher and said After the kid was sent to the class, he went to see the school's principal Jiang.

Principal Jiang is a tall, thin, middle-aged man, wearing a long-washed tunic suit, sitting in the office with a brown square table in front of him, with documents and various books for homework. In addition, there are farm tools such as sickles and hoes in his office, which are stained with fresh soil.

"Hello, Principal Jiang."

"You are Comrade Xiao Jiang, hello hello."

…

Principal Jiang took her around the school, introduced the place, and gave her the class schedule and the old books of the previous art teacher.

Because all the art classes are taught by her, and there are several textbooks.

"The class is also more free, you can discuss it with other teachers."

Jiang Shuangling nodded.

In addition, Principal Jiang also gave her a plot of land, yes, yes, the school has a lot of vegetable plots, and also raises chickens, ducks and pigs, vegetable plots Just near the school, the teachers also have the task of feeding chickens, ducks and pigs on duty.

"Yes, all teachers take turns."

"Students help with hogweed."

"It's everyone's turn to clean up the pig shed."

Of course, in the end, everyone eats pigs and kills pigs, which improves the meals for teachers and children.

Comrade Xiao Jiang: "!

I didn't expect that after becoming a teacher, she would have to raise real "pigs". She only raised a big golden pig surnamed Qi before...

She knows how to cut pig grass, but Comrade Xiao Jiang doesn't know how to cook pig food... After marrying Comrade Qi, she didn't cook pig food very much, but she watched others cook pig food.

How should I put it... It seems that the smell of boiled pig food seems to be quite fragrant, but the things that are added always feel like stirring dark dishes.

With a terrifying aroma, the piglets ate deliciously.

But Comrade Xiao Jiang did not dare to taste it himself.

Every family should have different pig food, and the pig food cooked by each teacher is estimated to be different.

The piglets should not be picky eaters, they are delicious.

Jiang Shuangling looked at the three little pigs on the edge of the pig shed. Looking at the pig nose of the little tender pig, I thought that this is the pig that really grew up eating "Hundred Family Rice". The cubs gave it pig grass, the teachers cooked pig food for it, and diligently fed it to fat. grow up.

She will also be a pig farmer in the future.

Begin to raise pigs even in school.

Nowadays school children are really able to experience life. There are small vegetable fields in the class and chickens and ducks in the class. The teachers are also self-sufficient.

Under the leadership of Principal Jiang, Jiang Shuangling also went to see her vegetable field. Of course, she is different from other teachers. She is not at school every day, and she has to ask other people to help take care of her. .

The two boys at school can also help manage her vegetable field.

After almost the introduction, Principal Jiang left with something to do. In the past two days, other teachers were very busy. Jiang Shuangling had nothing to do. She was just an art teacher, so she brought a few old art books with her After walking around the school, I went home by myself.

Qi Yue and Jiang Che are still in school.

Jiang Shuangling went back on foot by herself, because the cubs were not around, she stopped and walked, sat on the big rock by the stream to rest for a while, and then returned home in a hurry.

Comrade Xiao Jiang regrets that she did not have a smartphone or a circle of friends in the 1970s, otherwise she would be able to get on the step count rankings every day. Low.

Of course, if there is such a thing as recording steps in this era, then the step count of Comrade Qi Heng in her family should be more scary.

The cubs also have a low step count.

Ten thousand steps every day, live to ninety-nine.

The steps of the people around are not low.

Jiang Shuangling pushed open the courtyard door and walked into the courtyard. Zhao Yinghua heard the movement outside, and when she saw her coming back, she asked Jiang Shuangling, "Little Jiang, how does it feel to be a teacher?"

Zhao Yinghua is really curious. In her whole life, although she has followed Old Comrade Qi all the way, she has never done a serious job.

"Mom, I teach art, I haven't had class yet."

"But I saw the pigs raised in the school today, and I have to cook pig food in the future."

Zhao Yinghua: “…”

Why do you just cook pig food, but hear a little excitement in the voice of the little daughter-in-law? Are pigs so happy?

"Little Jiang, do you want to raise pigs at home?"

Jiang Shuangling: "I have raised them at home. I'm going to see Xiao Huihui. Does he miss his mother?"

"I want to, why not, I want to find you as soon as I open my eyes."

"Then I feed the baby pig."

Zhao Yinghua: "..." is indeed a pig baby.

The fifth of their family also seems to be…

Jiang Shuangling held her fleshy little piggy in her arms, Comrade Xiao Huihui was well raised, this month's little piggy was raised white and tender, with small arms Like the lotus root festival, it always gives people a meaty and lovely feeling.

She held the cub in her arms, and kissed each of the baby's fat little faces. The cub liked her mother's intimacy with her, and grinned happily.

The crystal saliva naturally slid down the corner of the light pink mouth.

"Cub, come and kiss."

"Mother kiss."

Jiang Shuangling hugged this little guy and sat on the bamboo bed. After touching her big nose to her little one, she looked at the **** grape-like eyes and subconsciously followed the daily routine. Everyday I said: "My dear, call me mom?"

, suddenly came out: "Well... Mom?"

Comrade Jiang, who was holding this little piggy, immediately widened her eyes. What did she hear just now? It seemed that she heard the little piglet call her "Mom" clearly?

"Hui Hui, little Hui Hui, let's call again, Mom, Mom?"

The little brat blinked, "What?"

"Mom?"

After hearing the cub's mother, Jiang Shuangling really didn't know how to describe her mood at that time. She was so excited that she wanted to take her husband to the mountain city for a few laps.

What a memorable scene.

"Mom, Mom, come in and listen, Xiao Huihui will call someone!"

Xiao Huihui followed in her arms and said, "Mom? Well!"

When Zhao Yinghua outside heard the childish voice of her little grandson, she was overjoyed, "I will call someone, let my grandma listen."

"Mom... um... well!"

Jiang Shuangling hugged her cubs and kissed them several times, "It's really a good baby, come on, call me more."

"Come on, call grandma..."

"Huh?!"

In the evening, Qi Yue and Jiang Che, two little comrades, and Wang Yunsheng next door went home together with a small schoolbag. At the door of the house, there was a visible sad face on their faces, and they went home with their heads down and sad.

At first glance, this mourning face is a little face that needs to be comforted.

"Mommy, why did you come back first? You didn't wait for us!"

"Sister, I didn't see you as a teacher, what about the teacher you said?"

…

"The art class will take two days."

"Cubs, hurry in, Comrade Qijia Xiaohuihui will call someone, hurry in."

"Dali, don't you want to be called brother?"

"Adi, I'm going to call you uncle."

Qi Yue and Jiang Che's eyes lit up immediately, the frustrating expressions on their faces that were forcibly maintained disappeared in an instant, and there was no despair on their little faces, and they quickly ran towards the house.

"Brother, brother, brother!

"Brother!

Comrade Qi Yuexiao, who was the first time Qi boss, was very excited. After all, his Qi Yi was set off by Qi Er, and his Qi boss also needed Qi's younger brother, so the other party The meaning of being called brother is very important.

Comrade Qi Dali's voice almost broke the roof.

Child Jiang Che, who followed behind, was panting, the small schoolbag on his body was choking, and the "little nephew" in his mouth was covered by Qi Yue's voice.

"Brother, brother, brother, brother!

Qi Yue ran into the house, the small figure was as fast as the wind, he saw his younger brother sitting on the bamboo bed, he was more excited than the Cowherd and Weaver Girl met once a year.

"Brother!"

"Adi, my name is brother."

Little comrade Qi Hui, who was holding a rattle on the bed, with a pair of eyes very similar to Qi Yue widened, and drooling at his own brother, Comrade Qi Er and Qi San was very kind to his brother With a small face, he grinned and said, "Brother!"

"Brother!"

Qi Yue: "!

It's called brother, not brother

"Brother, brother??"

"Brother?"

"It's my brother, my brother... my brother!

Xiao Huihui was hugged by his brother in his arms, he rubbed softly in his brother's arms, hehe laughed, still repeating the previous words, "Brother?"

"Call me brother!"

"Hiccup?"

"Brother, is that brother? Is it called brother?!" Comrade Qi Yuexiao felt that he couldn't say the word brother in front of Xiao Huihui recently.

He must be called brother first.

When Jiang Shuangling saw this scene, she couldn't help laughing. She felt that this little brat didn't even call her brother, and she almost finished listening to her one year old brother.

Of course, the same goes for other mothers, grandmothers and uncles.

Comrade Jiang Che in the back learned the lesson of Comrade Qi Yue, and in front of Xiao Huihui, issued a hypnotic "Uncle Uncle Uncle..."

The little boy doesn't understand the meaning of these words, he just repeats it curiously, repeating whatever he hears, and occasionally jumping around randomly.

For example, calling "Mom" to Jiang Che.

Jiang Che: "???"

"It's called uncle, uncle."

"Huh?! Hey (grandma)?" Comrade Xiao Huihui, who had been brainwashed for a day, was deeply impressed by these two titles.

Qi Heng came back at night, as soon as he entered the yard, there was no one in the yard, and no one came to welcome him, Qi Heng: "...?"

Some inexplicable sounds came from the room.

"My brother."

“Uncle…”

"Grandma!"

…

Xiao Huihui's tender voice followed, "Brother?"

Qi Heng, who had just entered the room, just heard the phrase "brother", and before he could speak, Jiang Shuangling over there waved to him: "Brother, come quickly, our little boy. Comrade Huihui will call someone."

"Holy cub, cry mom."

Comrade Xiao Huihui was drooling, he was almost familiar with this word, "Mom?"

Qi Heng took off his hat and walked over, holding his little son in his arms, and said in a low voice, "Dad?"

Comrade Xiao Huihui, who was held high, was very happy, followed by a mouthful, "Brother!"

Qi Yue: "!∥I also apologize...

Comrade Qi Heng was determined and repeated: "Dad."

"What?"

"Dad."

"Tweet?"

"Dad."

…

Jiang Shuangling: “…”

If you want to hear Dad, you have to call Dad first, poof.

Comrade Qi Heng is really difficult.

Of course, everyone here is the same.

"Qi Heng, you can call your child Baba Papa Papa Papa... With such a series of fathers, maybe he will come back."

"It was like this when Qi Yue called him his brother, Dad, Dad, Dad..." Jiang Shuangling sent out a series of rhythmic dads in order to demonstrate.

"Ayue, are you right?"

Comrade Qi Yuexiao nodded.

Qi Heng: "…"

Jiang Shuangling winked and urged: "Comrade Qi Heng, come on, speak up, when will your two monosyllables be taught before our cubs can learn to call you daddy, now the only child left is daddy. will call."

"Come, follow me, daddy, daddy, daddy, daddy..."

Qi Heng: "…"

After Jiang Shuangling's voice passed, the atmosphere in the room was extraordinarily quiet, no one spoke, all waiting for Qi Heng to speak.

And Qi Heng held Xiao Huihui in his arms, and two pairs of similar eyes showed everyone big eyes and small eyes.

Comrade Xiao Huihui, who showed her little buttocks, raised her head. Seeing that the people around her stopped talking, she opened her mouth and curiously popped out a word: "...Dad?"

Jiang Shuangling: "!

Qi Yue and Jiang Che: "!

Qi Heng: "…"

"Dad?"

Jiang Shuangling covered her mouth, oh my God, it was the father she taught.

Qi Heng hugged her little son, smiled gently, turned her head to look at Jiang Shuangling, "Jiang Mei, you taught me right."

Jiang Shuangling glared at him, the dog man got cheap and behaved well.

Waste her so much daddy.

Comrade Xiao Huihui finally began to babble and imitate the tones of adults, making everyone in the family very happy. Of course, there is also a problem, that is, the chaotic names.

Sometimes I call everyone my father, and sometimes I call my mother my mother.

But it's always a good thing.

Wang Xueshu, who was far away in Rongcheng, received a letter from Shancheng with a package attached.

Comrade Wang Xueshu sighed, now she is no longer separated from Xiao Jiang next door, and the two of them must use genuine stamps to communicate.

In her small room, she also collected the correspondence stamps from the two men's confinement, but those have become the past.

He said curiously, "Xiao Jiang wrote to you?"

"Yes, Jiang's letter."

"Xiao Jiang wrote to you, why didn't Qi Heng write to me?"

"It's strange that Qi Heng wrote to you, what's your relationship?"

"Then what's your relationship with Xiao Jiang?"

"We are good sisters who share weal and woe. If you don't understand, go away and I will read the letter." It was funny. When he continued to watch, Wang Xueshu's eyebrows were hideous, "What! Old He, she has a new old king next door."

"That old king actually has a son named Wang Yunsheng!"

He: "...what?!"

…

After Wang Xueshu was angry for ten seconds, "We still sound good."

He nodded repeatedly: "Yes, you are right!

After reading the letter, Wang Xueshu went to look at the attached painting. She opened the scroll in her hand, her eyes stared straight, and she suddenly let out a slaughtering "hahahaha..."

Comrade Wang almost burst into tears.

—The two stick figures in the painting are still rafting in the happy river.

Wang Xueshu had already burst into tears, she finally calmed down and looked at the painting again, the cool stickman standing on the bow, and the stickman punting the boat little ginger…

"Hahahahahaha..."

If only those two stickman Wang Xueshu would not laugh like this, but those two stickman are really too coquettish in that serious landscape painting.

"Haha...cough...cough..." Wang Xueshu choked several times with laughter.

He asked, "What did you see, why did you laugh like this?"

When Head He saw the painting, he immediately said, "Pffhahahaha..."

"Comrade Xiao Jiang is too talented, no, it's not as good as Lele alone, I'm going to show it to Master Zhou."

When Master Zhou saw the painting, he immediately smiled without any dignity, "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, poof—Qi Heng, his daughter-in-law, his daughter-in-law is really interesting. "

"These two are a perfect match."

"Old He, leave this painting to me, and let Teacher Yao see it later."

"This is not good, this is my daughter-in-law's painting, teacher, you are not authentic."

Wang Xueshu later wrote a reply letter to Jiang Shuangling, and also drew a stickman family.

For this reason, the former Pharaoh next door practiced hundreds of stick figures.

Xue Li also received a letter from Jiang Shuangling.

"Jiangmei's letter, it's so good...Hot springs...I really want to go to the mountain town to see...How can you be able to punt?"

"Wow wow wow! This painting... **** hahaha..."

…

After Jiang Shuangling left, Xue Li occasionally went to visit Mr. He. After receiving the letter, she also went over to tell about Jiang Shuangling's current situation.

Mr. He blew his beard and stared, "She even sent you a painting? Let me see, why didn't this girl send it to me?"

"She forgot my old man?"

"Xiao Xue, let me take a look at the painting. I want to see if she has practiced well after going to the mountain city."

Xue Li: "…"

At the strong request of Mr. He, Xue Li had to go home to get the painting.

The "landscape match map" unfolded in front of Mr. He.

The two stick figures in the painting are at ease in the landscape, destroying the atmosphere.

Mr. He: "!

“…This is what I taught the students to draw????”

Blood pressure went up.

Xue Li: "...this is Jiang Mei's occasional life interest."

"Bah." Mr. He looked disgusted, "I'm too embarrassed to send this kind of painting to a friend, and I'm ashamed of her."

"No face!"

Xue Li: "Don't be angry, Mr. He, I'll take the painting away."

"No." Mr. He immediately stopped her, "Keep it for me, I have to take a look."

In the end, Comrade Xue Li lost her painting. She regretted it so much that she should not have said that.

She is going to write a letter to tell Jiang Mei that the painting is gone and she wants to make up a new one.

She wants the old stickman!

"Lao He, have you really decided?" He Wenjin went to visit Mr. He.

She heard that the other party plans to go to the mountain city recently.

"There is no calligraphy and painting teacher over there."

He Wenjin didn't say anything, but first he saw a painting on Lao He's desk. The painting was pressed by a book in the middle, but it could still be seen that the painting was a landscape on both sides of the mountain city. , the landscape in the painter's pen is particularly beautiful and moving.

"This is Xiao Jiang's painting." He Wenjin guessed whose style it was at a glance, and she guessed in her heart that the scenery of the mountain city painted by Xiao Jiang was so good that he also took the old man attract the past.

But this is not right, how could Mr. He have never been to the mountain city.

"She has risen again recently." He Wenjin nodded and praised.

Mr. He blew his beard and moved the book away.

He Wenjin choked on his own saliva.

Two stick figures are at ease in the landscape with different styles.

He Wenjin: "...?"

"Look, she can draw this thing?"

He Wenjin smirked: "Young man, just have ideas, don't say it, look at these two characters, don't look at just a few strokes, they are quite charming."

Mr. He: "If there is Shen Yun, it will not be marked next to it."

He Wenjin: “…”

"Lao He, do you want to accept her as a disciple?"

"No, absolutely not."

"How can someone who draws this kind of thing deserve to be my apprentice, shameful."

He Wenjin laughed: "I really like this painting, why don't you give it to me, Mr. He."

"I don't."