The down jacket made by Zhao Li was unwearable, so she took it apart, bought half a pound of cotton, filled it with cotton, and made it into an ordinary cotton-padded jacket.

Because our family bought two chickens and some cloth and cotton, our expenses this month will be reduced a lot.

In order to have enough cloth to make new clothes during the New Year, Zhao Li had to cut back on her food.

Although Zhou Xiaoming did not wear the down jacket as he wished, he still had two chickens hanging in the yard to dry, and he was very happy to eat chicken.

However, Zhao Li only had steamed bread and cornmeal porridge for three meals a day, and she would get hungry soon.

Zhou Xiaoming asked his mother when he could eat chicken.

Zhao Li said that we have to wait until the Chinese New Year.

Captain Zhou had to work every day and exercise a lot, so not having enough to eat at home was not a big deal, so he asked Zhao Li to fry a chicken.

Zhao Li said, "You don't know how expensive firewood and rice are because you don't run a household. You're eating well now, but when the New Year comes, other families will eat meat while we'll eat steamed bread. Can you bear that?"

Captain Zhou said, "It's still a long way to go before the Chinese New Year. I'll buy some then."

"Buy, what to buy? I have to send my monthly salary back to my hometown. The New Year is coming soon, and I have to honor my parents. All these things require money.

If I spend money lavishly like Zheng Baozhu, you will have to starve to death every day!"

Captain Zhou was unhappy: "We are talking about our own family affairs, why did you bring up Captain Song's wife?"

"If she wasn't making a down jacket, would I have followed her and messed around with it?"

Captain Zhou stood up and slammed the table, startling both Zhao Li and Zhou Xiaoming.

"You wanted to buy the chicken, and you insisted on making the down jacket. What does it have to do with others? You have two chickens at home, but you don't eat them. You only drink porridge and eat steamed bread. You are suffering because of yourself!"

Zhao Li felt very aggrieved. She was thinking about her family but got no understanding at all. Zheng Baozhu spent money lavishly but no one said anything bad about her.

…

Seeing that the atmosphere at home was depressing, Zhou Xiaoming took a steamed bun and ran out.

There were quite a few children at the door who had just finished their meal and were gathered together playing.

Zhou Xiaoming also went there.

Seeing the children eating a piece of rice crust in their hands, the crunchy sound and aroma made Zhou Xiaoming swallow his saliva.

Someone asked him why he could eat steamed bread as a snack.

Zhou Xiaoming said: "This is my lunch, not a snack."

Song Sicheng hadn't started eating the rice crust in his hand yet, so he passed it to Zhou Xiaoming: "Do you want to eat it?"

Guoba tastes much better than wotou. Zhou Xiaoming grabbed one, took a bite, and said in surprise, "It's sweet!"

Song Sicheng said: "Mom added sugar."

Zhou Xiaoming went home happily with the rice crust.

When I got home, I broke off a piece of the rice crust and gave it to my father.

Captain Zhou took off a little bit as a gesture and let his son eat it himself.

As soon as Zhao Li picked up her son and went out, she took a piece of rice crust and ate it, and casually asked who gave it to her.

Zhou Xiaoming said that it was given to him by Song Sicheng.

Under normal circumstances, if someone gave her own child a bite to eat, Zhao Li would feel that she was taking advantage. But when she heard that it was the Song family, Zhao Li became furious.

He slammed the table and rushed out.

Before the father and son understood what was going on, they heard Zhao Li's shouting from outside.

"Zheng Baozhu, you are too contemptuous. You gave my son a piece of rice crust. Are you sending away a beggar?"

…

Zheng Baozhu is discussing with Song Zhiting how to distribute the five geese.

The goose feathers have realized their value by making two down jackets.

Song Zhiting wanted to keep one for himself and give the rest to his brothers in the camp as snacks.

Zheng Baozhu had no objection.

Then I heard Zhao Li shouting at the door of her house.

The two went out to take a look, and Zhao Li saw Song Zhiting was there too, and her momentum suddenly weakened.

But she was angry and felt uncomfortable if she didn't say it out.

"Captain Song, my son is at your house. If you don't want him to eat at your house, just let him come back. Why bother sending him away with food that your son has eaten? Lao Zhou's position is not as high as yours, but he doesn't need your family's charity."

Song Zhiting had been eating at home these days, so he asked, "When did it happen?"

“Just now.”

"Xiao Ming didn't come to my house just now."

Song Zhiting waved his son over and asked him if he had given Zhou Xiaoming the rice crust.

Song Sicheng said he gave it to him.

"Your son has admitted it, give the leftover rice crust to him."

Song Sicheng explained: "I didn't even take a bite of that piece of rice crust."

Song Zhiting touched his son's head and said, "You did a great job. If you have good things, share them with your friends."

Seeing Song Zhiting protecting her son, Zhao Li was very angry, but she did not dare to lose her temper because of Song Zhiting's identity.

Song Zhiting said, "Our soldiers eat from the same pot. When they are on a mission and have nothing to eat, several people take turns to eat one piece of bread. No one looks down on anyone. How come sharing between children becomes charity in your mouth?"

Captain Zhou heard the noise at home and came out. Seeing his wife with her neck stiffened as if she was about to quarrel with someone, he hurried over to ask what happened.

Song Zhiting said, "We had already eaten. Some children came to play with Sicheng. Baozhu was making rice crusts and shared them with the children. Then your wife came over and said that our family was giving alms to Xiaoming."

Captain Zhou pulled Zhao Li aside and said, "You are full and have nothing better to do. I gave Xiao Ming the wrong food."

Many family members came to watch outside the door. Li Nating's own child explained the whole story and joked, "Captain Zhou bought two chickens a few days ago. He eats chicken every day and doesn't even care about the rice crust. I don't mind it. In the future, whoever has rice crust can just give it to my son."

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