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

Song Xiangmei gave birth to eleven children in total.

The eldest son and the youngest son are from different generations.

The youngest one is called Xiaochuan. He is twenty-six years old this year, two years younger than his eldest grandson.

Song Xianglan remembers that her eldest sister never rested in her entire life.

She gave birth just two days ago, and now she's already out in the fields earning work points.

Postpartum period?

It was none of Song Xiangmei's business.

Even if Song Xianglan sent some offal, it would eventually end up in someone else's mouth.

She would eat at most a little bit of vegetables that had been soaked in offal water.

The woman before me, Song Xiangmei, had sparse, gray hair, a hunched back like a bow, and loose, sagging skin on her face.

She doesn't look like a sister at all; people would believe she was Song Xianglan's biological mother.

Song Xianglan felt a sharp pang of sadness. She turned around and rummaged through her drawers and cabinets, finally finding a set of cotton undershirts and trousers that she hadn't worn yet.

I bought this on a whim when I went to the city to buy some goods a while ago.

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Then they found a new navy blue jacket, which they had originally planned to wear for the New Year.

"Big sister, change into these." Song Xianglan shoved the clothes into her hands.

Song Xiangmei rubbed her body repeatedly with her hands.

I dare not answer.

"This...this is new, right? I'm dirty, covered in dirt, don't get it dirty. I'm old, I can just pick up some old clothes you don't want. Patches are fine, I can mend them and wear them for a few more years."

"What's so dirty! I'll take you to clean yourself up."

Song Xianglan insisted on dragging her older sister into the inner room and fetched a basin of hot water.

When her eldest sister took off that tattered cotton-padded jacket that had been passed down for generations, Song Xianglan almost burst into tears.

The clothes underneath were completely ruined.

Not only were there patches upon patches, but the colors had also been washed away to a dull gray.

The most eye-catching thing was the underwear, which was pieced together from several scraps of fabric.

It's been polished until it's almost translucent.

Without saying a word, Song Xianglan pulled a piece of soft cotton cloth from the cabinet and started pounding the sewing machine.

In just a few minutes, two large pairs of underwear were finished.

"Put it on!"

Song Xiangmei took one look at the brand-new cotton cloth.

His face turned a dark red.

"No, Third Sister, it's a waste to use such good fabric for underwear. I... I'm not clean down there, I have urination every day while working, and I even leak urine. I don't want to make my new pants smell bad."

Upon hearing this, Song Xianglan felt as if she had been stabbed in the heart by a needle.

In his rebirth, he was so focused on taking revenge on the scum and making money that he completely forgot about this older sister.

My eldest sister lived her whole life without ever living like a human being.

She grabbed Song Xiangmei's cracked hands, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Big sister! We've both lived most of our lives, one foot in the grave already. We might not even be sisters in the next life. These next few days you're with me, so you have to listen to me and enjoy life!"

Song Xiangmei stared blankly at her younger sister.

His cloudy eyes moved slightly.

He suddenly sighed:

"If you can lend me the money to settle Xiaochuan's marriage, I won't care about anything else. Enjoying life... I'm not worthy of enjoying life with my fate. In the next life... I won't come back."

"I toiled my whole life like I was being boiled alive, it was so bitter, so incredibly bitter."

The two sisters were having a private conversation inside the house.

As darkness fell.

The kitchen was filled with an irresistible aroma that could make anyone's mouth water.

Song Xianglan was actually craving this too.

She made her eldest sister's favorite gua bao (steamed bun).

The plump, white flatbread is steamed until soft and fluffy. A slit is cut in the middle, and a large piece of stewed pork belly, tender, flavorful, and with a good balance of fat and lean meat, is stuffed inside.

The pork skin was bright red and glistening, trembling precariously, and looked incredibly oily.

Then sprinkle on a handful of roasted and crushed peanut crumbs and add peanut brittle.

Finally, add some bright green cilantro to cut through the richness.

Take a bite.

The meat juices were overflowing, and the sweet crunch of crushed peanuts mixed with the aroma of meat. It was so delicious and satisfying.

In addition to gua bao (steamed buns), Song Xianglan also cooked a pot of sweet potato porridge.

A plate of oyster omelet, with duck egg and garlic leaves wrapping around tender oysters, is golden in color.

I also cooked a braised pomfret in soy sauce; it was so delicious it made my eyebrows fall off.

Just as the dishes were placed on the table, Song Tingting pushed the cart in.

Liu Chunhua, with her loud voice, followed behind.

"Wow! What's that smell? It smells so good it's like my skull is about to burst!"

Liu Chunhua, holding a large porcelain bowl, smiled broadly, her eyes narrowing at the corners of her mouth: "Old Song, have we got some guests? My daughter-in-law has finished her postpartum confinement. We made a special celebration meal for her, and we brought some for you to try."

The bowl was piled high with oily rice.

The glutinous rice grains are distinct, mixed with diced shiitake mushrooms, diced meat, and dried shrimp, and are glistening with oil.

Song Xianglan quickly greeted them:

"Come in quickly! I just made some gua bao (steamed buns), take two home and eat them."

Liu Chunhua heard about the gua bao (a type of steamed bun).

He gulped down and said, "That's great! This stuff tastes good, but it uses up too much meat."

In the past, any scraps of meat in the family were always given to the men; I haven't tasted it for years.

"Don't take anything, just eat here."

Without saying a word, Song Xianglan pressed Liu Chunhua down onto the stool.

Song Xiangmei stood up abruptly.

He was rubbing his hands and laughing:

Hello, hello.

Song Tingting was quick and efficient; she had already taken an empty bowl and given half of the oily rice that Liu Chunhua had brought to her aunt.

"Auntie, this is wedding food. Eating it will bring you good fortune."

Song Xiangmei had never seen so many delicious foods laid out together in her life.

The soft meat of the gua bao melted on the tip of the tongue as soon as I bit into it.

She wasn't afraid of getting burned.

He swallowed one in four or five bites.

The aroma of the oil went down my throat, soothing my internal organs comfortably.

I ate three gua bao in a row.

She finished half a bowl of greasy glutinous rice, drank a large bowl of sweet potato porridge, and even ate half of the oyster omelet.

I also ate half a pomfret.

Song Xianglan watched from the side.

He was so focused on putting food on her plate.

Seeing my older sister wolfing down her food, I felt even more choked up.

Someone with such a good appetite.

Just how exhausted were you in your past life that you were worked to death in the ground?

Liu Chunhua finished the last mouthful of porridge.

Wiping the grease from his lips, he remembered Song Xiangmei's earlier mention of marriage and casually asked:

"Big sister, whose daughter is our nephew set up with?"

Now that Song Xiangmei had eaten her fill, her face regained some color, and she replied with a smile:

"It's the third daughter of Yu Dawang's family at the end of Yujiazhuang Village in Anhe Commune. I saw her; she's pretty and has a good temper."

"Yu Family Village?"

Liu Chunhua's eyelids twitched. "I have a cousin who married into that village. The Yu Dawang family... I think I heard my cousin mention them briefly."

Liu Chunhua's cousin loves to gossip.

Known as the King of Kings of Bagua.

There's nothing she doesn't know; she loves to inquire about everyone's affairs wherever she goes.

Every time I go back to my parents' home, she's the only one talking about gossip.

"They say Yu Dawang even paid for his daughter's services."

Song Xiangmei's smile froze for a moment.

He then lowered his head again.

She gave a wry smile: "As long as she's willing to marry into the family. My Xiao Chuan... can't afford to delay any longer."

This big family.

With elderly parents to care for and young children to raise, Xiao Chuan is caught in the middle and suffers the most.

Although he is the uncle and younger than the nephew, he has to give way to him in everything because of his seniority.

None of my sisters-in-law are easy to deal with.

If Xiao Chuan dared to compete with his nephew for a bite to eat, his sisters-in-law would hurl insults at him all day long.

The elderly couple, Song Xiangmei and her husband, were also confused. They always thought that they would have to rely on their older brother and sister-in-law to help their younger brother in the future, so they kept Xiao Chuan in check and told him to endure it.

I endured it all until I was twenty-six.

His older nephews in the same village already have babies, and his younger nieces and nephews are all married.

This time, Song Xiangmei was really determined.

Even if it means selling everything we own, we will still get our youngest son married.

For this matter.

The daughters-in-law in the family are always throwing tantrums, smashing pots and pans, and yelling at the chickens and dogs.

"Sigh, children are all a debt."

After hearing this, Liu Chunhua sighed and slapped her thigh in amazement:

"When we were little, we worried about not being able to feed us; now that we're grown up, we worry about our marriages and kids. With so many mouths to feed, everyone feels like they're losing out. Who remembers the hardships their parents went through?"

Song Xiangmei's eyes dimmed, and she sighed.

"I'm drowning in debt. I'm just hoping that these old bones of mine can still move around so I can pay off the debts as soon as possible and not be a burden on my children."

Song Tingting listened from the side.

Suddenly I realized that it's a blessing that my mom had so few children.

Song Xianglan slammed her chopsticks on the table.

sneer:

"Big sister, those daughters-in-law can ride on your head and shit on you, isn't it all because your good sons spoiled them?"

If even one of them stood up for you, would the others dare to be so arrogant?

Song Xiangmei trembled.

In fact, she knew everything perfectly well.

If the son is truly filial.

How can you bear to watch your own mother walk dozens of miles through the mountains in the freezing cold just to borrow a few dozen yuan?

How can you bear to watch your own mother get scolded every day?

They're all just pretending to be deaf and dumb.

They wished they could squeeze every last drop of bone marrow from the elderly couple to subsidize them.

"Your brother-in-law... he's having a hard time too," Song Xiangmei murmured. "He's seventy years old this year, and he hasn't dared to rest during the New Year."

Early in the morning, I went into the mountains to cut wood with the strong laborers of the production team.

He said last night that he hadn't eaten meat all year and wanted to earn more money to buy some meat for the New Year...

Speaking of which...

Song Xiangmei looked at the remaining fish bones on the table, and her eyes reddened again.

"I'm luckier than your brother-in-law to be able to eat meat here..."

Song Xianglan felt both furious and heartbroken upon hearing this.

Everyone says raising children is for old age security, but even seventy-year-olds still have to earn money for their sons. And then they get criticized for not giving enough. Does raising children really guarantee a secure old age?