The Zhao Suisui family did not know that they had become the talk of the women under the tree. At this time, they had entered the supply and marketing cooperative.
The supply and marketing cooperative is very small and only sells some basic daily necessities.
There is a row of glass counters when you enter the door, so you can see what you want to buy at a glance.
Perhaps considering a large number of children in the family compound, the supply and marketing cooperative specially places some peach cakes, glutinous rice sticks, fruit candies… These snacks that children love to eat.
There are even some popular toys among children such as marbles, shuttlecocks, and skipping ropes.
Zhao Haoyang wanted to please his daughter, so he walked up to the two children and said, “Chengcheng, Suisui, whatever you want, Dad will buy it for you!”
Zhao Suisui didn’t want to spoil her father’s things. She was about to refuse immediately. However, before she could say anything, she heard her brother next to her say: “Really? Thank you, Dad!”
Zhao Suisui immediately turned to look at Zhao Jingcheng, with a bit of confusion on her face.
Obviously, her brother said before taking a nap that he would hate her father together!
When Zhao Jingcheng saw Zhao Suisui’s eyes as if she were looking at a little traitor, he immediately pulled her aside, covered her mouth with his little hand, and whispered something into her ear.
Zhao Suisui’s eyes lit up as she listened, feeling that her brother was really a clever little guy!
Zhao Haoyang looked puzzled at the two children who suddenly ran to the corner and muttered. Just as he was about to walk over, he saw two children walking toward him as if they had already discussed it.
“Have you decided what you want?” He thought that the two children were discussing what to buy.
Zhao Suisui looked up at him with a sullen face and asked, “Is it true that you will buy everything we say?”
“Of course, Dad won’t lie to you. Buy them all!” Zhao Haoyang said proudly.
“Then I want halva, toffee, fruit candy…” Zhao Suisui counted them one by one with her fingers, her voice sounding milky.
“But also marbles, shuttlecocks, skipping ropes, tops…” Zhao Jingcheng waited for Zhao Suisui to finish and continued to add.
“Okay! Buy them all!” Zhao Haoyang said without principle.
This is the so-called sugar-coated bullet1糖衣炮弹, tángyīpàodàn: sugar-coated bullets, a term used by Mao (originally in 1949) to refer to corrupting bourgeois influences.!
Hehe, as long as his daughter accepts his sugar-coated bullets, it will not be far away for their father and daughter to get closer!
It means that the imagination is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.
Before Zhao Haoyang could boldly buy everything his daughter mentioned, he was ruthlessly rejected by Feng He.
She knew that her husband wanted to get closer to his children, but this was too exaggerated.
Feng He was almost certain that if Zhao Haoyang really did this, their family would be famous in the family compound within an hour. After all, how could anyone spoil their children so much?
In the end, the two children could only choose two candies and two toys.
Zhao Haoyang did not dare to confront his wife, so he could only touch his nose and say to Zhao Suisui with an apologetic look: “Let’s buy these first this time. Dad will buy you others next time.”
Zhao Suisui stuffed a piece of fruit candy into her mouth, rolled her eyes, and accused Zhao Haoyang: “Liar!”
Zhao Haoyang was about to cry but felt that the progress of pleasing his daughter seemed to have been pulled back to the original point.
After Zhao Suisui finished speaking, she and Zhao Jingcheng jumped out of the gate of the supply and marketing cooperative hand in hand.
The two children looked at each other and smiled. As expected, the bad Dad was scolded by their mother!
***
Feng He and Zhao Haoyang cooked dinner together.
While cooking, Zhao Suisui kept holding the door frame of the small kitchen and staring at her parents in the kitchen.
Zhao Jingcheng, who was sitting in the living room, was flipping through the comic books. Looking at his sister who was acting like a thief, he couldn’t help but call her: “Sister, do you want to read the comic books?”
Zhao Suisui waved her hand without looking back: “Brother, you can see it by yourself.”
Zhao Jingcheng sighed, feeling that his sister was getting weirder and weirder.
He could only walk up to her with the comic strip and said, “Then, let me tell you.”
So, Zhao Suisui stared at Feng He in the kitchen while listening to Zhao Jingcheng’s comic book talk.
When Zhao Jingcheng spoke slowly, she would urge him to say a few words from time to time. Zhao Jingcheng also had a good temper and met her various requests.
When dinner was served, Zhao Suisui suddenly remembered that the book said that the stepmother was very good at cooking. When she, her brother, and her bad Dad ate the food cooked by her stepmother for the first time, they said that they had never eaten such delicious food…
Zhao Suisui thought of this and clenched her fists. She would not betray her mother and think that the bad stepmother’s food was delicious!
The food cooked by her mother was definitely more delicious than the food cooked by the evil stepmother! Even…even if it didn’t taste good, she would try to eat it!
*****
Translator’s Little Encyclopedia:
The Stinking Old Ninth is a Chinese dysphemism for intellectuals used at two major points.
The term originated during the Yuan dynasty where the Mongol conquerors identified ten “castes” of Chinese: bureaucrats, officials, Buddhist monks, Taoist priests, physicians, workers, hunters, prostitutes, (ninth) Confucian scholars and finally beggars, with only beggars at a status below the intellectuals. The Yuan dynasty believed that Confucian scholars did not bring productivity to society and even hindered the development of the economy, so it was classified as the ninth social class at that time.
In the 1960s and 1970s, the term “Stinking Old Ninth” was often used as a synonym for intellectuals. Intellectuals were distrusted during the revolution and pushed to undergo self-transformation.
During the Cultural Revolution the “Nine Black Categories” were landlords, rich farmers, anti-revolutionaries, bad influences,[clarification needed] right-wingers, traitors, spies, capitalist roaders and (ninth) intellectuals.
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