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

On the way back, I was tired but full of energy.

Lin Man is a meticulous person.

Looking at Lin Fang's half-dead state and Liu Chounu's weak body after just finishing her funeral, they simply couldn't walk those dozen or so miles.

He spotted a man pulling a flatbed cart back from delivering goods by the roadside.

They reached an agreement in just a few words.

They said they'd take the person to Xiaoquan Brigade for two yuan.

The man agreed without hesitation when he heard it was two yuan.

We arrived at the commune.

The students' stomachs started rumbling.

Tang Juhua was a particular person, so she went to the state-run restaurant and bought large steamed buns, and each of them got two.

Song Xianglan didn't hesitate either.

He pulled out a five-yuan note from his pocket and stuffed it into Song Tingting's hand.

"Here you go. Take the classmates out for a good meal. If it weren't for these classmates today, the Geng family wouldn't have given in so easily."

These days, clan consciousness is very strong.

Even if the people of Gengjia Village sympathize with Lin Fang, they will still feel that they must support their own clan.

It's different from villages like Xiaoquan Brigade, which have multiple surnames.

Although Liu Chou-nv was physically weak, she was mentally sharp.

Looking at the students still holding banners, their faces covered in sweat, she felt a warm glow in her heart.

With trembling hands, she pulled out five yuan from her pocket and stuffed it into the purse.

"Tingting, you take this money too. This meal is on me."

Ten yuan!

In this day and age, a bowl of vegetarian noodles costs only two cents.

Ten dollars is a huge sum of money.

"Thank you, Auntie. Thank you, Mom."

Song Tingting didn't act coy.

After receiving the money, he greeted the twenty-odd students:

"Let's go! To the state-run restaurant, let's have shredded pork noodles, all you can eat!"

The students cheered.

They rushed towards the restaurant in a grand procession, their enthusiasm even greater than when they were shouting slogans earlier.

The students have left.

The rest of the journey will be much faster.

Back at the entrance of Xiaoquan Brigade Village.

It was just time to get off work.

Lin Fang lay on the flatbed cart, and although she was covered in injuries, she had finally caught her breath.

Lin Gang's wife followed behind.

Looking at Lin Fang's expression, he was already making his own plans.

I used to think that Lin Fang's divorce was bad luck.

But now, touching the fifty yuan in my pocket, I have a different feeling.

The look of disgust on her face lessened considerably.

At the fork in the road, everyone had to part ways.

The ugly woman sat up and shouted to everyone:

"Thank you all so much for today. I'll definitely treat you all to a meal after the forty-nine days are up. I won't be bringing any gifts during this time, just in case I offend anyone."

Everyone knows that her family just held a funeral.

There are some taboos.

They all told her not to be polite.

"Go back and rest. A gust of wind could blow you two miles away." Song Xianglan started complaining again.

The young man pushing the cart happily headed west towards Lin Man's house.

Old Lin had his hands behind his back.

After walking several dozen meters, my pace slowed down.

Finally, it stopped.

Looking back at the direction Lin Fang had gone, his brows furrowed so deeply they could trap a fly.

He felt uneasy.

I was angry at the Geng family just now, and I only agreed to the divorce to save face.

Now that I think about it, wouldn't the villagers' gossip drown him if this divorced daughter lived with her parents?

Should we hurry up and find a matchmaker to find another one?

Even if he is a cripple or a blind man.

As long as he doesn't beat his wife, he can take her away.

Seeing this, Liu Dahua tugged at Song Xianglan's sleeve, "What's Old Lin up to?"

When Song Xianglan turned around, she knew exactly what kind of shit Old Lin had taken.

"Old Lin, don't be so cunning. Your daughter just crawled back from the brink of death. If you still have any father-daughter bond, don't be so eager to push her into the fire again."

Old Lin's body stiffened.

Is Song the pig butcher's worm?

How could you guess that?

He lost face and stubbornly argued:

"I'm her father! Would I harm her? If this woman doesn't get married, how will she survive?"

Song Xianglan scoffed, looking at him as if he were trash.

"Shameless and utterly shameless. Like a swallow cracking melon seeds—opening its mouth indiscriminately."

Old Lin's face turned a deep liver color:

"you……"

He hesitated for a long time before finally managing to say "you," but couldn't come up with anything else.

Everyone in the brigade knows Song the Pig-Slaughterer's mouth.

She can bring the dead back to life with her insults; arguing back with her is just asking for trouble.

Lin Gang, who was standing nearby, couldn't stand it anymore.

He opened his mouth awkwardly:

"Aunt Song, that's going too far. We're just genuinely thinking about Xiaofang; we can't let her stay at home as an old maid."

"A mouth that spits out, a head that sludges like a dog!"

Song Xianglan turned around and spat:

"A mouth that spews filth always says it's for the good of others, but the things it does are all immoral things for its own benefit."

"You're doing this for Lin Fang? You're just after that dowry money, aren't you!"

"Even if you swept every crack in your floor clean, it wouldn't be as satisfying as the money in your wife's pocket. And you call that wealth? The whole house reeks of poverty."

Lin Gang was choked half to death.

Just as he was about to roll up his sleeves and argue, his wife grabbed him.

"Would it kill you to shut up a bit?"

Lin Gang's wife stared wide-eyed. "We owe it all to Aunt Song today, otherwise we wouldn't have earned fifty yuan."

You can't beat them in a fight, you can't win an argument, and arguing too much will only give you a stroke.

Lin Gang was even more frustrated.

He looked at his wife in disbelief: "You're not going to help me?"

Lin Gang's wife rolled her eyes.

She grabbed him and left.

"I've seen people pick up money, but I've never seen anyone eagerly seek out insults. Hurry home, you're starving."

They watched as the Lin family slunk away.

The remaining three old ladies were in a very good mood.

Liu Chunhua, in particular, was sweating as she gripped the money in her hand.

His mouth stretched from ear to ear, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were so wide they could trap a mouse.

"Old Song, call me again next time there's something good to do. This fight was worth it; it's much better than working in the fields."

Song Xianglan: "Do you think everyone's family is like Geng Yutian's? Geng Yutian and his gang risked their lives to make money overseas, bringing back a lot of smuggled goods. Otherwise, how could they have accumulated such wealth?"

Liu Dahua smacked her lips.

A look of envy:

"That's true, none of the fishermen in our village dare to go that far. They're really brave."

Song Xianglan snorted coldly.

"You're doing well now, and life is always getting better and better."

Liu Dahua thought about it and realized that her family wasn't rich or powerful.

But its strength lies in its steadiness.

In a good mood, she grabbed Song Xianglan's bicycle handle: "Want to come to my house for dinner? I'm in a good mood today, I'll kill a chicken."

Song Xianglan shook her head. "No, I have things to do at home. I'm going home."

……

That night.

The moonlight was cool and clear.

Liu Chounu's body was severely depleted, and coupled with the extreme joy and sorrow of the day, she developed a high fever as soon as she lay down.

In the middle of the night, Lin Man put on his clothes and ran to the educated youth settlement to wake up Cong Ying, who was still studying late into the night.

Without saying a word, Cong Ying picked up her medicine box and ran after them.

When we arrived at Lin Man's house, he underwent acupuncture and injections, leaving us drenched in sweat.

They worked until dawn before Liu Chou's fever finally subsided.

With dark circles under her eyes like a panda's, Cong Ying packed up her medicine kit and headed back.

She was so sleepy that her eyelids were drooping.

But the thought of having to go back and memorize political questions comes to mind.

I pinched my thigh hard.

Just as I reached the village entrance, I ran into Song Tingting, who was riding her bicycle to school in the county.

Song Tingting looked at Cong Ying's awful appearance.

I was so startled that I almost drove the car into the ditch.

"Sister Cong Ying? You've been robbed? What happened?"

Cong Ying waved his hand weakly:

"Just got back from treating Aunt Liu. I didn't sleep a wink last night, I feel like my soul is floating."

Song Tingting quickly stopped the car.

He took a still-warm paper package out of his bag and handed it over.

"Eat up! These are steamed bamboo shoot and pork buns that my mom just made. They have thin skins and lots of filling. Congying, please don't ruin your health by studying too hard. My mom said that it's important to have a balance between relaxation and rest. We're preparing in advance, and you'll definitely get into your dream university."

Cong Ying smelled the aroma of the meat.

My stomach immediately started growling.

She took the steamed bun and swallowed it in a few big bites, finally feeling a bit warmer.

"I just want to get into medical school." Cong Ying swallowed the last bite of her steamed bun, her eyes bloodshot yet frighteningly bright. "I'd even be willing to live ten years less."

"Pah! Pah! Pah! What nonsense are you talking about?"

Song Tingting looked around.

He leaned closer mysteriously.

"Sister Congying, you'll definitely pass the exam. Um... when we get home from school tonight, I'll take you to the back hill to pray to the Buddha. Let's do it quietly, so no one finds out."

Cong Ying was taken aback.

She was a staunch materialist and instinctively wanted to say that this was superstition.

But Song Tingting continued:

"Before my sister-in-law passed away, she made a special trip to pray to the Bodhisattva for wisdom. She said she wanted the Bodhisattva to bless her with some wisdom."

Cong Ying remained silent for two seconds.

As long as I can get into university.

Don't even mention worshipping Buddha, you can worship the Kitchen God too.

"go!"

Cong Ying slapped her thigh and said, "Take me there tonight. I'll go back and prepare something; I have to show my appreciation."

"Okay!"

Song Tingting glanced at her digital watch. "Oh dear, I can't talk to you anymore, I'm going to be late. You should go back and catch up on your sleep!"

After saying that, Song Tingting kicked off with her foot.

Cong Ying watched her retreating figure.

He smiled, turned around, and went back to the educated youth settlement.

She slept soundly for a long time.

In the following days, Song Xianglan was extremely busy.

She wanted Song Tingting to live on campus in her first year of high school, so she wouldn't have to suffer from commuting every day.

But this girl has a stubborn temper.

He absolutely refused to live on campus and insisted on riding his bike back every day.

Having no other choice, Song Xianglan could only focus on improving her daughter's diet, trying different ways to nourish her body.

Life was peaceful and fulfilling. When Song Xianglan received a telegram from Shen Huijun and her son Song Xiangdong, saying that everything was fine over there, she felt even happier.

That afternoon.

Song Xianglan had just come out of the slaughterhouse.

I rode my bike home.

I saw two figures walking slowly ahead.

That figure looked familiar.

Song Xianglan pedaled twice to catch up:

"Where have you been? You look like you've just come back from the county."

The ugly woman turned her head once.

Although her face still had a bit of post-illness pallor.

But he was full of energy, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"We're off to do something big."

"What important thing are you doing?" Song Xianglan was taken aback.

Tang Juhua chuckled beside her, "My daughter-in-law and I went to the food factory. We waited specifically at the entrance and cornered that shameless little green tea bitch named Minghua!"

Song Xianglan's eyes widened:

"It's blocked? And then what?"

Liu Chou-nv sneered, her back ramrod straight. "We didn't hit her, we just cursed her at the factory gate. We cursed her for liking her brother-in-law and encouraging him to beat his wife, which led to their divorce. The whole factory came out to watch the show."

"I'll continue to go and scold them often in the future."

Tang Juhua added, "That Geng Yuyang was there too, his face turned green, and he hid in the guard room, too scared to come out. We only came back after we'd had our fill of yelling at him!"

Looking at the triumphant expressions of the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law, Song Xianglan couldn't help but give them a thumbs up.

"Good! Well done! This is how you deal with people like this!"

The three women exchanged a glance and burst into laughter, their laughter carrying far across the empty dirt road.