Old Mrs. Song is reborn; get out of here, you scumbag husband and illegitimate child!

The storage yard in Qingyang is full of containers.

Song Qiang parked his bicycle in the corner.

The person in charge was named Lai Fengshou. He was in his thirties, dressed in a crisp cadre uniform, with two pens clipped to his shirt pocket.

He was holding a chipped enamel mug and slowly blowing on the tea leaves.

"Old Lai, this is my third aunt." Song Qiang offered her a cigarette with a smile.

Lai Fengshou took the cigarette and tucked it behind his ear:

"Let me explain in advance that buying these items is purely for the purpose of opening blind boxes."

All I can tell you is that this pile is clothes, and that pile is digital watches. There's no sorting or picking here.

Song Xianglan stepped forward and reached out to touch the nearest burlap sack; it was hard as a rock.

"How are clothes priced? How are watches priced?"

"Clothes are five dollars a bag, watches are twenty dollars a bag. Large appliances are extra, but those are in short supply, so you'll have to buy them together with other items."

Lai Fengshou took a sip of tea and said casually, "If you want to buy the whole thing, the price is negotiable."

Song Qiang's heart pounded with anxiety.

Five yuan a bag?

There are at least dozens of pieces of clothing here; a little handling could yield several times the profit.

But he was also afraid that it was full of tattered rags.

Song Xianglan, however, knew perfectly well what was going on.

Those who made their fortunes by trading goods in their past lives, didn't they all make a fortune?

At this point, confiscated goods are the real prize.

Some people have even found gold bars inside.

No need to choose.

Song Xianglan pointed to a pile of goods next to her that looked like a small mountain, "I want one of those tall containers. Cash, invoice immediately."

Lai Fengshou paused in his tea-drinking motion, nearly choking.

He finally looked directly at the old woman in the dark coat.

"That's a forty-foot tall cabinet."

"I know. Are you selling?"

Lai Fengshou put down his teacup:

"Sell! As long as you have money, I'd sell you this whole row, let alone just one cabinet."

However, let me make this clear from the start: once you leave this store, we do not accept returns or exchanges for defective goods.

"make a deal."

Song Xianglan counted the money with great speed, making Song Qiang's eyelids twitch.

A receipt was issued.

I received the delivery order.

Things went exceptionally smoothly.

out the door.

Song Qiang's legs felt a little weak.

"Third Aunt, are we... are we really going to buy it already? What if it's full of bricks?"

"There aren't that many 'what ifs'. The timid starve, the bold feast."

Song Xianglan didn't waste any words with him.

"Go and contact a truck to come and pick up the goods first thing tomorrow morning. Head straight north. Call your brothers, and make sure they have all the equipment."

Song Qiang gritted his teeth:

"OK!"

After finishing her business, Song Xianglan felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders.

She went straight to the supply and marketing cooperative.

She stuffed sponge cakes, White Rabbit milk candies, milk biscuits, and a few jars of fruit into her mesh bag whenever she saw something that looked appealing.

Walked to the tobacco and liquor counter.

She pointed to the counter and said, "Bring those two bottles of Moutai down for me."

The saleswoman paused for a moment, then said, "Ma'am, this wine costs eight yuan a bottle, and you need a coupon..."

"I have money." Song Xianglan counted out sixteen dollars and bills.

The two returned to the slaughterhouse.

She cut off another ten catties of pork and a pig's head.

Song Xianglan rode her bicycle to Songjiazhuang.

When Sister-in-law Song saw Song Xianglan enter the door with bags and packages, her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

"Third sister, you know what that bastard Song Rong did. He made your elder brother and me lose all face. When he came back, your elder brother slapped him a few times."

Sister-in-law Song wanted nothing more than to hit Lin Ping.

But since she's a mother-in-law, it's not easy for her to educate her daughter-in-law; she can only educate her own son.

When she closes her eyes, she sees her great-grandmother waving to her.

I feel I have let down my ancestors.

Brother Song squatted against the wall, smoking, his back hunched over.

Song Xianglan placed the things on the table.

Song Xianglan pulled up a chair and sat down. "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings; if they're unworthy, I'll enjoy the good fortune. He's unlucky; are you all planning to ruin your lives with him?"

"But……"

Song Xianglan waved her hand, calling in a few little kids who were peeking in from the doorway, and each of them grabbed a handful of White Rabbit milk candies.

The children cheered, unwrapped the candies, and stuffed them into their mouths, their eyes narrowing into slits from the sweetness.

Lin Ping hid behind the curtains, staring intently at the direction of the main room.

That ten or so pounds of pork, and that big pig's head.

Her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

She swallowed hard, her stomach rumbling.

Since the family split up.

She and Song Rong rarely ate meat; their mouths were so bland.

"Tch, a pile of rotten flesh, what's there to show off?"

Lin Ping sneered, "Only a country bumpkin like this would treat pork like a treasure, trying to win people over with such a paltry thing."

That being said...

Her feet moved involuntarily toward the door.

The loud voice of Song Qiang's wife came from the courtyard.

"Look how fatty this pig's head is. Third Aunt is so generous, bringing back so many good things."

We're really in luck tonight.

Unlike some people who eat the same little bit of dried sweet potato every day until their faces turn a deep, yellowish color.

Song Fei's wife was squatting by the well washing vegetables.

Upon hearing this, he flicked the water in his hand, making a loud splashing sound.

He continued:

"I heard that these dried sweet potatoes are specially selected 'good stuff' by others. How could we common folk be worthy of eating them?"

That person's mouth is specifically for spewing filth; they're even afraid of getting meat stuck between their teeth.

The two sisters-in-law sang in harmony.

The noise was so loud it felt like it could lift the roof off.

Lin Ping had never been treated like this before.

She slammed the door open and pointed at the two people in the yard, yelling:

"You two gossipy women, what are you spreading rumors about?"

"You're so cheeky, do you want me to tear you apart? You think a few pieces of meat are enough to buy you off?"

Song Qiang's wife stood with her hands on her hips.

Combat power instantly explodes:

"Lin Ping, is your mouth expired? It spews poison gas the moment you open it."

For a mere dollar, you'd disregard even family ties? And you still have the nerve to speak like a human being? If you can't speak properly, go back to your doghouse and practice.

"You're bullying me."

Lin Ping was so angry that she trembled all over.

Song Fei's wife was holding a kitchen knife, which made Lin Ping dizzy.

"Who do you think you are, the god who runs the temple gate through the stinking ditch?"

Why are we bullying you?

We're going to eat meat, so you'd better go back inside and eat your dried sweet potatoes. Don't stay here and spoil your appetite."

Lin Ping stared at the gleaming kitchen knife.

She glanced at the two men's menacing expressions and then looked around the main room to see that no one came out to help her.

You can't beat them in a fight, and you can't win an argument with them.

A pathetic, barely surviving death.

He stomped his foot in anger.

He turned and rushed back into the house, slamming the door shut with a loud bang.

Song Xianglan heard everything clearly from inside the main room.

Sister-in-law Song was an honest woman, and at this moment she could only pretend not to hear, saying to Brother Song:

"Call the second, third, and fourth brothers over. Tell them that the third sister is back and they should all come over for dinner tonight."

Brother Song responded.

He deftly stuffed one of the bottles of Moutai into the deepest part of the cabinet and then locked it.

Good things don't need to be shared all the time; keep them for yourself to enjoy slowly.

Dinner time.

The Song family's old residence was bustling with activity.

A large table of dishes, with a pot of braised pork belly with potatoes and tiger-skin eggs in the center, plus a pig's head, stir-fried pig's ears with chili peppers, and stir-fried pig's tongue with green garlic.

We ate at two separate tables.

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Song Qiang gave his brothers a wink.

Song Qiang, Song Fei, Song Yang, Song Tian, ​​along with Song Xiang, Song Dong, and Song west, who were not yet married, all followed Song Xianglan into Song's elder brother's east room.

A "click" sound.

Song Qiang locked the door from the inside.

"Yuzhu, keep an eye out outside and don't let anyone get close, especially that couple," Song Qiang shouted towards the door.

"Understood, Second Brother!"

Song Yuzhu moved a small stool and stood guard at the door like a door god.

Song Xianglan sat on the bed.

These are all younger members of the Song family. Although they have some minor flaws, they are decisive when it comes to important matters.

Several other ambiguous options were excluded.

Without wasting words, Song Xianglan went straight to the point, "I called you here today to help you make some big money."

Song Yang, being impatient, couldn't help but ask:

"Third Aunt, how old are you? Are you going to carry bricks or dig sand?"

"Why move bricks?"

Song Qiang slapped him on the forehead. "Third Aunt has bought all the goods. A whole big shipping container, all imported!"

"hiss--"

A collective gasp filled the room.

Song Xianglan took out a stack of ten-yuan notes from her pocket.

That was the remaining travel expenses and emergency funds, a thick stack of cash that made the young men's eyes widen in amazement.

"I've already secured the goods; they're in Qingyang. Tomorrow morning, Song Qiang will lead a team to find a vehicle to bring them back."

We'll take the unconventional route and head straight north, wandering around as we go.

Song Xianglan scanned each of their faces, "You've had a hard time on this trip, but I won't treat you unfairly. Besides providing food and drink, you'll also receive..."

"Two hundred?!" Song west almost jumped off the stool.

He works in the production team for a year and doesn't even get half of what he deserves!

Song Xianglan's voice turned serious. "We might encounter highway robbers or other criminals on the road. I need you to bring weapons. Are you capable of that?"

"capable!"

Song Yang was the first to stand up, his eyes red.

"Third Aunt, forget about road bullies, even if the King of Hell himself came, I'd dare to pluck a few of his whiskers!"

Song west: "Why are you plucking the King of Hell's beard?"

"I was just saying that."

"With so many of us, what are we afraid of, a few petty thieves?"

Song Xiang and Song Dong were so excited that their faces turned red.

I'm terrified of being poor.

These days, if there's a chance to make money, what's there to be afraid of?

Song Xianglan nodded in satisfaction: "Good. If we do a good job this time, we'll have even bigger business in the future. Let's work together to make money."