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

Song Xianglan was busy in the kitchen.

Quickly pour oil into the pan, add the eggs, and with a "sizzle," the aroma immediately fills the air.

She turned her head and glanced at the mud monkeys.

His brows were so furrowed they could trap a fly.

"Go take a shower now! You've killed all the mosquitoes in the neighboring village with your stench, it stinks for miles around."

Those who know, say you're going out to do business.

Anyone who didn't know better would think you'd fallen into a cesspool and become tomb raiders.

Song Qiang was about to grin.

Upon hearing this, he shut his mouth tightly.

He muttered to himself.

My aunt has such a sharp tongue.

I've tolerated them until now only because of that bag of money.

The group of men sniffed each other.

It smells awful.

The smell was so strong it made me dizzy.

Song west is an impatient person.

With a wave of his hand, he said, "Let's go, down to the river!"

Several strong young men rushed towards the riverbank.

Less than ten minutes later.

The riverbank was in an uproar.

Several young women who were washing rice threw down their basins.

He covered his nose and ran upstream, cursing under his breath:

"Whose house is this? Why are they washing their toilet upstream? Don't they have any manners?"

Someone with sharp eyes:

"It wasn't washing the toilet, it was those Song family nephews going to bathe in the river, wasn't it?"

"This isn't taking a bath, it's like a group taking a dump."

Several young wives stormed to the Song family's door demanding an explanation.

After listening to the chatter of the group, Song Xianglan cursed Song Qiang and the other fools.

With an apologetic look, he pulled out a handful of White Rabbit milk candies from his pocket and, without thinking twice, stuffed three candies into each person's hand.

"Oh dear, I'm so sorry."

"These bastards have been out and about for over a month, and they've really gone bad."

In the ten minutes I was inside, I poured half a bottle of floral water into the room, but it still couldn't cover up the smell.

Anyone who smells it knows; the stench almost killed me.

"When they get back, I'm going to give them a good scolding."

The young wives were clutching milk candies in their hands.

This is a precious item; a single piece of candy can make the kids in the house happy for half a day.

As the saying goes, you can't hit a smiling face.

Besides, there's candy to take too.

The young woman who was leading the group softened her expression and stuffed the candy into her pocket.

"Auntie, we're just here to give you a heads-up. The smell is really overpowering. If you didn't know better, you'd think someone was dumping sewage into the river."

"I'll whip them with the sole of my shoe later."

After seeing the neighbor off.

Brother Song pushed his bicycle in.

A large piece of fatty pork, weighing about five or six pounds, was hanging on the handlebars.

There were also a few thick bones.

"The bones Liu Yidao gave me are free."

Brother Song threw the meat onto the cutting board and then pulled out a few sea cucumbers that he had just dug up from the ground.

"The stewed bones are delicious; it's good for the kids' health."

Song Xianglan worked quickly and efficiently, cutting the five or six pounds of fatty meat into matchbox-sized cubes, then stir-frying them in a pan with soy sauce and other seasonings.

Fat and oil were oozing out.

Then throw in the dried bamboo shoots that have been soaked in boiling water.

Bring to a boil over high heat, then simmer over low heat.

The aroma was so strong it practically wafted into your nostrils.

When Song Qiang and the others returned with their hair still wet.

Their eyes turned green with envy.

A big bowl of noodles, golden-brown poached eggs, and a pot of braised pork with dried bamboo shoots.

None of them said a word; they picked up the large bowls and began to slurp voraciously.

"Huffing and puffing—"

The noodles were sucked into the mouth and swallowed whole without even chewing.

Brother Song sat next to him.

Holding chopsticks in my hand, I was full just watching them eat.

"Are you guys reincarnated starving ghosts? Are you rushing to the slaughterhouse after eating?"

Song west's mouth was stuffed full of meat, and his cheeks were bulging like a hamster's.

He asked vaguely:

"What are you going to the slaughterhouse for?"

"They're just waiting to be slaughtered! They're making more noise eating noodles than the fat pigs in the pen."

"Your aunt is only putting up with it now that you're back. After today, you'll see if she doesn't kick you all out for your ill-mannered behavior."

These words were spoken.

The slurping sounds in the room instantly decreased by half.

Song Yang carefully swallowed the chewed meat, slowing down his pace.

She was as refined as a young woman.

The meal was devoured in a flash, and even the soup broth was wiped clean by Song west with noodles.

They ate and drank their fill.

Close the door.

The main event is coming.

Song Xianglan glanced at Song Sange.

"Third brother, we just ate a lot of meat, it's too greasy."

Go to Liu Dahua's house and see if they have any seafood. Try to give them a change of pace tonight.

"We've been heading north all along, carrying only dry rations. These kids are probably craving seafood."

Brother Song: "These bastards are like dog poop on the roadside; they all want to taste the saltiness."

Song Dong, who was picking his teeth, froze.

He pushed up his glasses and didn't dare to say a word.

Song west was taken aback and scratched the back of his head.

"Third Uncle, dog poop smells so bad, why do dogs like to eat it...?"

"Shut up."

Song Qiang kicked Song west in the calf.

Brother Song shook his head, saying that his nephew had left his intelligence in the placenta when he was born.

Only Song Xianglan and her core group remained in the room.

"As agreed before."

Without further ado, Song Xianglan counted out several stacks of money: "Song Qiang, Song Dong, Song west, Song Yang, Song Tian, ​​and Song Xiang, two thousand each."

two thousand!

These days, building three large brick houses only costs a few hundred yuan!

Followed by.

Song Xianglan then counted out another five thousand yuan in principal, plus another five thousand yuan in profit.

"Song Qiang, this is the principal and profit you brought in."

The room was quiet.

No one reached out to take the money.

Song Qiang pushed the two thousand yuan back, keeping only a few ten-yuan bills in his hand.

"Third Aunt, we can't take so much money."

Song Qiang said in a serious tone, "You provided the majority of the capital, you came up with the method, and you ordered the goods."

We did our part.

Run errands.

"If you hadn't sent us with those iron bars, hunting rifles, and that... thing, it's questionable whether we would have come back unscathed."

Song Xianglan's heart skipped a beat:

"What happened? Did they really use weapons on the road?"

The young men's expressions changed.

Song Qiang took a deep breath:

"When I set up a stall in Wenzhou, business was booming, and I was targeted by a few local thugs."

They sneaked to where we parked in the middle of the night, intending to steal the car and its cargo together.

At first, we brought sticks, but those people weren't afraid at all. Relying on their numbers and the fact that they had knives, they charged straight at us.

Speaking of which...

Song Qiang glanced at Song west.

Song west continued, "Later, Erhei got anxious and fired a shot into the air with his hunting rifle."

Those people also had homemade guns.

They didn't retreat at all; they even tried to surround us.

I then took out the pistol that you told me to bring, Auntie.

Song Xianglan's palms were a little sweaty.

Song west grinned:

"They weren't afraid when they saw the hunting rifle, but when they saw this thing in my hand, their faces turned pale."

Seeing that we were truly formidable, they all ran off, cursing and swearing.

The atmosphere inside the room was somewhat heavy.

Song Qiang continued:

"And on the way back, Brother Erhei drove through several villages."

Those old ladies and men deliberately lie down in the middle of the road, and if you dare to stop, the whole village will strip your car bare.

Erhei stepped on the gas and sped straight ahead, only rolling away when he was about to hit the group.

This journey...has not been easy.

They gained a lot and grew a lot. They were all very grateful to Song Xianglan.

Song Xianglan looked at her nephews.

It's only been a little over a month.

They seemed to have been reborn.

Although he's gotten darker and thinner, his fierceness and composure are qualities that money can't buy.

She didn't say anything.

He reached out and pulled the pile of money apart again.

They gave each person another 500 yuan.

Song Xianglan's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority: "If I'm eating meat, I can't let you just drink the soup. Here!"

Song Dong pushed up his glasses.

Her eyes were a little red.

But he still pushed the extra five hundred yuan back.

"Third Aunt".

Song Dong spoke very frankly, "We wouldn't feel at ease if we took this money."

You provided the capital, and you bear the risks.

We're just working for you, so we're happy with the small amount of money we get for our hard work.

If we take all this money, how can we work with you in the future?

How could we possibly let you lead us to wealth? We're much happier than the villagers. You're thinking of us, so we can't be too greedy."

The others nodded in agreement.

Their attitude was very firm.

"Third Aunt, let's keep three hundred yuan for spending money, and use the rest as cost to buy goods."

Song Qiang made the decision: "From now on, we'll follow our third aunt's lead."

"OK."

Song Xianglan wasn't one to dawdle. "Since you put it that way, I'll accept it. Song Dong, put it in the book."

Song Dong immediately pulled out the small notebook he had hidden close to his body.

Song Dong opened his notebook. "We didn't just sell goods along the way."

As you instructed, I left a lot of phone numbers and addresses.

Several big-time middlemen in major cities want us to supply them directly.

Song Xianglan took the notebook and flipped through it.

The page was filled with contact information and demand details.

"That's right. We can't make a lot of money even if we work ourselves to death using just one truck to haul goods."

From now on, we'll use train cars for freight transport.

Let them pick up the goods at the station themselves.

The sound of a bicycle came from outside the door.

Brother Song returned carrying a bag of shrimp, crabs, and several yellowfin tuna, humming a little tune, completely unaware that Song Xianglan had already turned his son into a potential millionaire.