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

Song Qiang and the others specially brought gifts for Song Xianglan and Song Tingting.

Leather gloves and several packets of dried meat were brought back from the north.

Song Xianglan increasingly felt that these young men were capable, and then asked if they had brought the gifts to their parents, wives, and children.

Several people who got married said they brought it.

Those who are not married said they gave the child to their parents.

Everyone had left.

The courtyard returned to quiet.

Song Xianglan calculated in her mind what she would gain from this trip, after deducting all expenses and dividends.

She still had more than 60,000 yuan left.

This was the first time Song Qiang and his group had ever been so shy about going out.

They dared not ask for an exorbitant price.

If I make a few more trips...

I've figured out the tricks of the trade.

This money will only increase.

But relying solely on his own sports car business is ultimately small-scale; he also needs to use confiscated goods to supply those middlemen.

She went to the bank early the next morning.

I only have five thousand yuan left.

Having too much money at once attracts attention.

I left the bank.

She went straight to the supply and marketing cooperative.

I gritted my teeth and bought two bottles of Moutai, two kinds of trendy pastries, and two boxes of good tea.

He then took out five red envelopes that he had prepared beforehand, each containing ten ten-yuan bills.

Everything is ready.

She rode her bicycle straight to Lai Fengshou's house.

Lai Fengshou hasn't finished get off work yet.

His wife opened the door.

The woman, heavily pregnant, was somewhat surprised to see Song Xianglan approaching.

But they still warmly welcomed them inside.

Inside the house.

Five teenagers scurried around the house like little mudfish.

Lai Fengshou's wife poured water for Song Xianglan.

She smiled sheepishly.

"The house is messy, please don't mind."

Looking at the room full of children, Song Xianglan was amazed at how many children this couple could have.

I heard they've been married for eleven years.

They're either giving birth or on their way to giving birth.

She didn't sit there for long.

He took out the five red envelopes and stuffed them into the children's hands one by one.

"Here, this is the pocket money Grandma Song gave you. Buy some candy."

The children clutched the thick red envelopes.

My eyes widened in disbelief.

Lai Fengshou's wife repeatedly declined, but Song Xianglan insisted on pressing her hand down.

"It's for the child, why are you being so polite with me? Our two families are on good terms, there's no need for formalities."

Song Xianglan sat for a while and then left.

She had just left.

Lai Fengshou entered the house shortly after. He noticed the Moutai and tea on the table.

He took off his coat and casually asked:

"Who's here?"

"That third aunt from the Song family."

His wife recounted how Song Xianglan had given him a red envelope, and then showed him the thick wad of cash, saying, "Five children, one hundred yuan each, a full five hundred yuan!"

Lai Fengshou looked at the stack of large unison bills.

His eyes flickered.

It's really difficult for him to support such a large family on his monthly salary.

My wife hasn't been working, and she still has to give my parents five yuan every month.

Life is tough.

"Keep it. It's a favor they're doing for you."

He paused, then said:

"I reckon Song Qiang will come over in a couple of days."

Lai Fengshou's wife beamed with joy upon hearing this and carefully put the money away.

She remembered that Lai Fengshou's cousin had come to her door a couple of days ago asking for a favor, so she brought a few large radishes that she had grown herself and a small basket of small fish that she had just picked up from the beach.

Compared to Song Xianglan's extravagant spending.

It's simply unwatchable.

"The Song family is really savvy."

She asked with a delighted expression;

"By the way, who are you planning to send the next batch of goods to?"

Lai Fengshou reached out and touched his wife's belly, his voice steady:

"The Song family saved our son's life; their kindness is immeasurable. Naturally, the goods should go to the Song family first. If they refuse to accept them, we can give them to my cousin later."

His wife felt a huge weight lifted off her shoulders.

There are seven or eight mouths to feed in the family.

I also have to give my parents-in-law five yuan every month without fail.

This is five hundred yuan.

It can make the family financially secure for several months.

Song Xianglan returned home.

So they called Song Qiang over.

"Go to Lai Fengshou's house again in the next couple of days and bring this with you."

She handed over a wrapped envelope and some gifts.

"When it comes to social interactions, it can't be just me making the arrangements. You should step forward and say that the gifts are for Lai Fengshou and a few colleagues. That's called reciprocity, and it has to be something that truly touches people's hearts."

Song Qiang said he would use his own money.

Unexpectedly, Song Xianglan simply waved her hand.

"It's going through the company's accounts. This money is being spent so we can make more money in the future."

Song Qiang felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

He nodded emphatically.

The two were talking.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from the courtyard gate.

Song Xianglan quickly walked to the courtyard gate and looked around. She recognized the person at a glance.

"Erbald's mom, are you out of your mind or being chased by a dog?"

"Oh, Xianglan!"

Er Tuzi's mother was out of breath from running.

He was panting heavily, leaning against the door frame.

"Something's happened! My bald husband just saw Lin Fang being dragged back from the street by that man."

Lin Fang cried and begged someone to go back to her parents' home to send word, but... but everyone saw it was just a quarrel between the couple, and no one dared to intervene!

Song Xianglan's heart skipped a beat.

Lin Fang's mother, Liu Chou Nu, is not home right now!

The day before yesterday, the ugly girl's biological mother, who was also Lin Fang's maternal grandmother, passed away.

Old Lin's entire family, including Liu Chounu, went to help with the funeral arrangements.

"Old Lin and the others have gone to stay at home," Song Xianglan blurted out.

Er Tuzi's mother slapped her thigh.

His face was full of worry:

"Exactly! Why didn't you let Lin Fang go too, for something this important?"

Song Xianglan knew perfectly well what was going on; was there even a need to ask?

People don't want Lin Fang to be involved in their relatives' funerals because they think her reputation is bad.

A granddaughter who has married out.

It's not that important at my maternal grandmother's house.

This matter should have been resolved a month ago.

Unfortunately, this incident happened at home, which delayed things.

Song Xianglan couldn't sit still any longer.

He quickly called over a fast-moving teenager, "Quick, ride your bike to the Liu family's place and tell Liu Chou-nu that her daughter has had an accident!"

She's an outsider.

It's not advisable to go to Gengjiazhuang alone.

But the gossipy flame in her heart and her worry for her old friend made her feel like she had a nail stuck in her butt.

Her eyes darted around, and she turned and ran towards Liu Dahua's house.

The two discussed it.

We can't ignore this; we have to help our old friend!

"Let's go, let's wait for the ugly girl at that intersection that's the only way through Gengjiazhuang. We can't let her go alone!" Liu Dahua immediately made the decision.

The two had just ridden their bikes out of the village.

Then they met Liu Chunhua, who was carrying a small bucket.

When Liu Chunhua heard that they were going to Gengjiazhuang, she immediately understood.

Put the bucket on the ground.

He took the small knife he used to pry open oysters out of his pocket and tucked it into his sleeve.

Even their eyes have changed.

"Count me in! I'll go see who's got the guts to bully our people!"

Three women in their early fifties, riding bicycles and exuding a menacing aura, charged headlong towards Gengjiazhuang.

I waited at the intersection for about twenty minutes.

Sure enough, we saw several figures walking towards us in the distance.

It was Lin Man, Liu Chounu, Tang Juhua, and Old Lin and his wife Lin Gang.

Lin Gang and his wife looked reluctant.

But he was also afraid of being gossiped about and called heartless. What if Lin Fang really got beaten to death?

Saving face is more important than anything else.

Song Xianglan exchanged a glance with Liu Dahua and Liu Chunhua.

He quickly took a shortcut and ran to the outside of Geng Yutian's courtyard wall, crouching down and eavesdropping against the wall.

Inside the house.

The voices of her sisters-in-law, Minghua and Cuijuan, were both shrill and sharp.

"...It's that shameless Lin Fang who deliberately tarnishes the reputation of our Geng family."

Minghua's voice rose high, "I can see that the corners of her eyes have a peach blossom-like quality; she's never been one to stay still. I've seen her flirt with Yuyang several times."

Because of her, our family's reputation is ruined; Mom and Dad should make her compensate us for our losses.

Minghua just wanted to get some money from her husband's family.

As for whether it will cause any harm to others, she felt that the person was just overthinking it.

A person of integrity does not care about being insulted by others.

Cuijuan immediately chimed in:

"We also want compensation for emotional distress. It's all that second sister-in-law's fault; she's such a restless woman. She said she was going back to her parents' home, but who knows if she was out meeting some other man!"

Geng Yutian acted out of character.

A gentle voice interrupted them:

"Stop talking nonsense. Xiaofang came back because she wants to live a good life with me."

Song Xianglan frowned as she listened from outside the wall.

What kind of mischief is this bastard up to now?

All that could be heard was Geng Yutian speaking in an extremely honest and simple tone:

"Xiao Fang, look how much Tie Dan misses you."

Tie Dan doesn't miss his mother at all.

He hates his mother.

This caused him to be laughed at by other children.

But his dad said he would buy him a new toy gun if he could coax his mom back.

He moved his lips, rehearsing his lines: "Mom, I miss you so much, please come back?"

After saying that, he went up and gave Lin Fang a hug.

Lin Fang's tears instantly fell. She hugged her son tightly, not wanting to let go, until the little guy started to wriggle impatiently in her arms.

"Mom, let go of me."