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

Time flew by and it was already the end of December.

Winters in Qingyang were much colder than in later generations.

Song Xianglan also established a good relationship with Lai Fengshou's superior.

They consumed a lot of confiscated supplies.

In addition, those middlemen demand large quantities of goods.

She had a good relationship with the train station, and everyone there was taken care of. She was generous with gifts and red envelopes, leaving no room for complaint.

She also rented the large truck belonging to Erhei's workplace for a long period.

Song Qiang led several cousins ​​on two long-distance trips, working day and night.

These days.

The boldest get rich.

The timid starve to death.

Song Qiang and his gang of lads all had eyes as green as wolves, shouting that they wouldn't stop and wanted to keep running.

Everyone fears that these good days are just a dream, and will be gone once they wake up.

Song Xianglan herself retired and handed over the pig-slaughtering knife from the slaughterhouse.

The person who took over the job was her nephew from her maternal family.

The eldest brother of the Song family made clear arrangements, assigning tasks to those who worked hard.

The ever-calculating Mr. and Mrs. Song, seeing their two sons making a fortune with their aunt, managed to swallow all their sour words.

He smiled more warmly than anyone else when he saw Song Xianglan.

That afternoon.

The sun was setting in the west, and it was quite cold.

Song Xianglan was planning the stock preparation when she heard a noise at the front gate.

She pushed open the door and went out.

There stood an old woman with a hunched back in the cold wind.

Shrinking its neck, it peered tentatively into the yard.

He had been wearing that cotton-padded coat for who knows how many years.

Patches upon patches.

The color was grayish-brown.

They don't look much better than the beggars on the street.

Song Xianglan's heart softened, and she turned to go back into the house to get two cakes.

Everyone faces difficulties these days.

Giving someone a bite to eat is also a good deed.

"Third sister."

The old woman spoke, her voice hoarse, with a cautious, tentative tone.

Song Xianglan paused in her tracks.

He suddenly turned around.

She rushed to the door, stared at that face that looked like withered tree bark for a long time, and her eyes suddenly reddened.

"Big sister."

The old woman in front of me, who was so thin she looked unrecognizable and whose hair was as messy as withered grass, was none other than her eldest sister, Song Xiangmei.

The Song family has many siblings.

Father slaughtered a pig, while mother worked in the fields.

The younger siblings were basically raised by the eldest sister.

The eldest sister was an honest person, and she married an even more honest man who went to live in a remote mountain village.

The man was a taciturn fellow who wouldn't utter a sound.

Even his farts are silent, without making a sound.

The family was dirt poor.

Her sisters-in-law bullied her.

She endured it all and never argued with anyone her whole life.

Song Xianglan remembers her previous life clearly.

It will happen next autumn.

The eldest sister died of exhaustion in the field.

Less than seven days later, her brother-in-law also went.

Count the days.

My eldest sister only has one year left to live.

"Big sister, you've come all this way?" Song Xianglan grabbed Song Xiangmei's hand.

His hands were as rough as old pine bark, full of cracks and calluses that felt prickly to the touch.

It's ice cold.

It wasn't warm at all.

Song Xiangmei hesitantly withdrew her hand, a hint of panic flashing in her cloudy eyes. She subconsciously hid the tattered basket at her feet behind her back: "I...I came to see you."

Song Xianglan didn't ask any further questions.

He grabbed her and led her into the house.

The room was warm and cozy.

Song Xianglan pressed her eldest sister down into a chair, turned around, picked up an enamel mug, scooped out two large spoonfuls of malted milk powder, and poured boiling water over it.

A sweet, milky aroma instantly filled the room.

"Big sister, drink this while it's hot to warm yourself up."

Song Xiangmei held the jar in both hands, the steam making her squint.

She lowered her head and took a small sip; it was so sweet it made her tongue tremble.

"It's so sweet."

Song Xiangmei sighed, but pushed the jar back, saying, "Third Sister, you drink it. It's a waste for me to drink this precious stuff."

"Just drink it if they offer it to you!"

Song Xianglan shoved the jar back into her hands, saying, "I drink this every day now, I'm so tired of it. Look at my face, I've gotten so fat."

As she spoke, she tugged at her cheek.

Song Xiangmei carefully examined her younger sister.

She had a rosy complexion and was wearing fine clothes without any patches.

His wrinkled face was full of a relieved smile: "It's good to be a little chubby; a fleshy face is a blessing. It seems the Yang family has treated you quite well."

Upon hearing the words "Old Yang's family".

The smile on Song Xianglan's face faded.

"Big sister, I'm divorced."

"What?"

Song Xiangmei's hand trembled, almost spilling the water in the vat. "Divorced...divorced?"

In this era.

Divorce is a devastating event.

Song Xianglan didn't hide anything and told everyone how she was bullied and how she taught those beasts from the Yang family a lesson.

Song Xiangmei listened and listened.

Tears started falling down my face.

She put down the jar, took Song Xianglan's hand, and began to cry:

"It's all because your older sister is incompetent, lives far away, and is poor, unable to support you. You've suffered so much all these years... Waaah..."

I cried for a while.

Song Xiangmei began to worry again:

"But what will happen after the divorce? A woman has nowhere to go after she dies; she can't be buried in the ancestral grave and will be a wandering ghost..."

The older generation's ideas are deeply ingrained.

Especially Song Xiangmei, who came from a remote mountain village, believed that a woman who got divorced had lost her roots.

"Sister, this is a new society now, there's no need for such formalities anymore."

Song Xianglan wiped away her tears, raising her voice a few decibels, "I have money, I can bury myself wherever I want, if all else fails I can buy a hill and bury myself! As long as I'm comfortable in life, I'll worry about what happens after I die later."

"I am the ancestor of this branch, why would I go to another family's ancestral grave to be a grandson?"

"You're talking nonsense."

Song Xiangmei scolded him playfully, but she still felt uneasy.

Song Xianglan didn't dwell on the topic any further.

"Big sister, is there some kind of trouble at home?"

Song Xiangmei stiffened, her cloudy eyes avoiding Song Xianglan's gaze. Her fingers twisted the hem of her dress, and after a long pause, she managed to stammer, "At home… Xiao Chuan said he's found someone. The woman's family… is asking for a lot of dowry…"

Speaking of which...

Song Xiangmei's voice was so low it was like a mosquito's hum, and her face was flushed red.

If I had a choice, I really wouldn't want to open my mouth.

Song Xianglan's heart skipped a beat.

In my past life, my eldest sister also came here for this reason.

At that time, Song Xianglan was still working like a slave in the Yang family. Before retiring, she gave her job to Chen Xiuqin's brother.

Life is tough without income; I do odd jobs every day.

The eldest sister walked dozens of miles of mountain road to find her way to the door.

Instead of seeing her, they ran into Yang Dashan and Yang Jianjun.

The father and son not only refused to lend money, but also humiliated the older sister.

They weren't even given a sip of water before being kicked out.

Yang Jianjun even mocked his elder sister, saying she was a poor relative who begged for food and only brought a basket of rotten mushrooms when she came to beg for money.

The eldest sister was shy and fell seriously ill after returning home.

To raise money for her son's betrothal gifts, she worked day and night, which completely wore her body out.

Song Xianglan only learned about this decades later when she met her eldest sister's youngest son, Xiao Chuan.

Looking at her uneasy older sister, Song Xianglan felt a pang of bitterness welling up inside her.

"How much do you want?" Song Xianglan asked.

"I need...I need two hundred." Song Xiangmei's voice trembled. "My family has scraped together one hundred and twenty, but we're still short eighty. I know you've had a tough time, you just got divorced...I just came to visit, and I can still go to my second brother's place..."

Song Xiangmei didn't think about borrowing money from her brothers; in her eyes, it was better to ask her sister than her brother's wife.

"My second sister is a haughty old hag in the city."

"I'll give it to you. We'll go together to celebrate his engagement."

"That's great. You haven't been there in a long time." Song Xiangmei was delighted.

Her in-laws always said that Song Xiangmei's family rarely visited, but she knew that everyone's life was not easy.

Song Xianglan pulled her eldest sister into the kitchen. "I'll cook for you right away. Let's have a good chat tonight, you and I. I've been having nightmares lately, and it's making me anxious. You'll keep me company tonight."

I panicked when I heard that my sister was having nightmares.

Song Xiangmei didn't mention leaving either.

In her heart, her younger sister is very important.

Song Xianglan worked quickly and efficiently, cutting a large piece of pork belly with alternating layers of fat and lean meat, and simmering it into a juicy meat sauce.

Then he took out noodles from the cupboard.

Once the water in the pot boils, put the noodles in and cook them quickly, turning them over a couple of times.

Song Xianglan scooped up a large bowl full of meat sauce, poured two large spoonfuls of minced meat sauce on top, and then specially fried two golden-brown poached eggs on top. Finally, she sprinkled some chopped green onions and added a spoonful of shallot oil.

This fragrance is simply irresistible.

"Big sister, eat!" Song Xianglan placed the bowl on the table.

Song Xiangmei looked at the bowl of noodles, her throat moved, but she didn't touch her chopsticks.

"This is amazing... even better than what we ate during Chinese New Year."

Song Xiangmei muttered to herself, "This has to be saved for the children..."

"This bowl was made especially for you." Song Xianglan shoved the chopsticks into her hand. "If you don't eat it, I'll feed it to the dogs."

Song Xiangmei was shocked to hear that she was going to feed the dog.

Feeling so sorry for her, she quickly picked up a piece of food with her chopsticks and put it in her mouth.

One bite, and it was so juicy and delicious that she almost swallowed her tongue.

"Delicious...so delicious..." Song Xiangmei ate so fast that tears fell into her bowl and she drank them along with the noodle soup.

Song Xianglan sat to the side watching, her heart filled with mixed feelings.

My older sister never ate such a good meal in her past life, not even until she died.

In this life, I must never let my eldest sister follow that old path again.