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

The train hasn't arrived at the station yet.

That suffocating human touch became even stronger.

The car door had just opened.

It's like prying open a can of sardines.

The crowd surged out like madmen.

"My money! Which bastard stole my money?"

A heart-wrenching wail abruptly silenced the commotion.

A man wearing old overalls squatted on the ground.

He clutched his head tightly with both hands.

The cries were deafening.

A large gash was cut open in the chest pocket of his shirt by a sharp blade.

Not even a scrap of cloth was left.

"That's money to save my life... God!" The man cried, trembling all over, his rough hands pounding the ground.

Song Xiangmei turned pale with fright.

She clung tightly to Song Xianglan's sleeve. "Third Sister... this is... this is too terrifying."

If Song Xianglan hadn't insisted on holding her down, she wouldn't have gotten off the bus until the very end.

They might be the ones whose clothes are ripped right now.

Song Xianglan's expression was calm, even somewhat cold:

"This kind of place is a mixed bag, full of pickpockets."

"I felt something was wrong when those people were crowding around. Sister, hold your tattered bag close to your chest. If anyone bumps into you, just elbow them back."

Song Xiangmei nodded, trembling.

He held that package of dried goods to his chest as if it were his grandson.

The two dawdled and didn't get off the bus until the very end.

The man who lost his money was still squatting on the ground, tears streaming down his dusty face, mixing with mud and water and flowing into his fingers.

A crowd of people surrounded them.

Some sighed, others watched the spectacle, but no one dared to utter a sound.

Song Xiangmei couldn't stand this.

As soon as her eyes redden, she reaches into her pocket.

Song Xianglan grabbed her hand and whispered sharply:

"What can you do with your two cents?"

The two walked outside.

Song Xianglan suddenly had an idea of ​​how to trick her older sister into going to the hospital.

He frowned, cried out "Ouch!" and clutched his chest.

He leaned against Song Xiangmei.

Song Xiangmei was terrified.

"Third sister, what's wrong?"

"My chest... my chest feels tight, like it's being pricked with needles."

Song Xianglan was panting heavily.

He made a pained expression on his face, "I was so frightened just now, I think I hurt my breath. I need to go to the hospital."

"Third sister, don't be afraid, your eldest sister is here. I'll take you to the hospital."

Song Xiangmei was so anxious that tears were about to come out. She helped Song Xianglan and was about to walk out. "You absolutely can't get hurt. If anything happens to you, how can I face my deceased parents?"

The two exited the station.

We headed straight to the nearest city hospital.

When they arrived at the hospital entrance, Song Xianglan still clutched her chest and refused to let go.

"Sister, I'm too scared to get checked by myself. Could you come with me to register, and you can get checked too?"

"Why would I need to get checked? I'm perfectly healthy, I don't need to waste my money."

Song Xianglan's face darkened, and she let out another "ouch":

"If you're not going to investigate, then I won't either. Anyway, my brother's not here, so nobody cares whether I live or die."

If I die in the city tonight, bury me next to Mom and Dad. Waaah… their poor little daughter…

Song Xiangmei slapped her in anger.

"What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Fine, I'll investigate, okay? I'm really scared of you."

Song Xianglan chuckled inwardly.

I quickly went to the window and registered two numbers.

It wasn't until she received the payment slip that Song Xiangmei realized what was going on. It wasn't that her third sister was unwell; it was clearly a way to get her to get a medical checkup.

She was just about to snatch the money back.

Song Xianglan had already slipped the money into the toll collector's hand.

"The money has already been paid, no refunds."

Song Xianglan shoved the form into her older sister's hand, "Hurry up and go, I'll wait for you outside."

They wheeled Song Xiangmei into the internal medicine clinic.

Just as Song Xianglan was about to find a bench to sit down, the commotion at the other end of the hall caught her attention.

A muffled thud sounded at the payment window.

The man who lost money at the station just now.

He was kneeling on the ground, his back bent like a bow, his forehead pressed firmly against the cold cement floor.

"Doctor! Please, please operate on my daughter first. The money I borrowed for the surgery was stolen."

The man's voice was hoarse.

With a desperate sob in her voice:

"I have a discharge certificate; I served in the military."

I will not renege on my debts, and I will never bring shame to the country.

"I won't run away, can you just detain me here too?"

The toll collector, a young girl, was sweating profusely and shouted through the window:

"Uncle, please don't kneel. It's hospital policy; I can't do anything about it if you don't have money."

The man suddenly raised his head.

His eyes were bloodshot.

"Then I'll sell my blood. I'll donate as much as I can, as long as it can save my daughter. Her father died on the battlefield, entrusting his only child to me. If I can't save her, I'll have no face to face my comrades after I die!"

Those around them felt a pang of sadness upon hearing this.

But these days, no one has any surplus grain.

A surgery costing several hundred dollars is an astronomical figure.

Song Xianglan stood at the back of the crowd.

His gaze fell on the crumpled discharge certificate.

He must have participated in the Vietnam War.

Her heart skipped a beat.

Song Xiangdong was also in the army, and in his previous life he also died on the border with Vietnam.

She touched the thick roll of ten-yuan bills inside her pocket.

Song Xianglan took a deep breath, turned around and grabbed a passing head nurse.

"What illness does that man's daughter have? How much is the surgery fee short?"

The head nurse sighed:

"Acute appendicitis with perforation, coupled with malnutrition, would cost at least three hundred. This man himself is disabled and can't walk. That's his adopted daughter, said to be the orphan of a comrade-in-arms."

Song Xianglan didn't say a word.

He counted out thirty ten-yuan bills from his pocket.

He rolled it up and stuffed it into the head nurse's hand.

"Give it to him. Don't say it was from me, just say... the hospital applied for a reduction, or a kind person donated it, make up whatever you want."

The head nurse was stunned.

Clutching the burning hot money.

He looked the rural woman in her homespun clothes up and down.

"Auntie, this is three hundred yuan..."

"Hurry up, don't delay the rescue."

Song Xianglan waved her hand and turned to leave.

The head nurse ran to the payment window.

After some negotiation.

They helped the man up.

"Uncle, get up! A kind person just paid your difference. Hurry up and sign the papers for the surgery!"

The man froze on the spot.

It was as if I had been struck by lightning; it took me a long time to come to my senses.

He knelt down again with a thud and kowtowed three times to the surrounding area of ​​the hall.

"My benefactor! Who saved my daughter? I kowtow to you! Please tell me your name, and I'll write you an IOU."

Song Xianglan did not show herself.

He turned around and went back to the entrance of the internal medicine clinic.

Just then, Song Xiangmei came out with the list, looking dejected.

Song Xianglan went to greet her.

The two entered the internal medicine clinic.

"Even with severe malnutrition and liver qi stagnation, leaving the body as weak as an old woman on her deathbed, you must go back and take good care of yourself. Eat meat, drink soup, and avoid getting angry. Otherwise, even a god can't save you."

Song Xiangmei pouted, looking pained.

"I told you not to come to the hospital, because you must be sick if you do."

I didn't feel anything at first, but after the doctor said that, I realized I was in pain all over.

Song Xianglan breathed a sigh of relief.

She took her older sister's arm and said, "Did you hear that? The doctor told you to eat meat. If you dare to save your food rations for others again, I'll lock you up in my house."

The doctor prescribed some medication.

The two walked outside.

In the corridor.

I ran into that man pushing a wheelchair with a limp.

A pale-faced little girl was sitting on it.

The girl was only thirteen or fourteen years old, extremely thin, but her features were very beautiful and delicate.

"Daddy, which kind grandma gave you the money?" the little girl asked weakly.

The man wiped away his tears:

"I don't know, my benefactor doesn't leave his name. Daughter, remember this, your life was given to you by a kind person."

I will search the entire city to find my benefactor. We must repay the debt and repay the kindness shown to us.

The little girl nodded vigorously.

His eyes were incredibly bright:

"I'm not afraid of hardship. Once I recover, I'll go with my dad to find our benefactor."

Looking at the father and daughter, Song Xianglan couldn't help but smile.

She made an excuse to go to the restroom and then slipped back to the payment counter.

"That young girl who just had surgery, her post-operative nutritional expenses must be quite high, right?"

The toll collector recognized her as the "mysterious person" from earlier and quickly nodded: "It's not enough. That was for surgery fees. This child is too weak and needs IV nutrition."

Song Xianglan took out another two hundred yuan.

"Pay it all in. Any overpayment will be refunded, and any underpayment will be collected. Use the rest to buy some malted milk powder and formula for the child."

The toll collector stood up excitedly.

"Auntie, what's your name? That brother insists on knowing who our benefactor is."

Song Xianglan thought for a moment.

He straightened his back.

"My name doesn't matter. Just tell him that my son is also a soldier. I don't want them to kneel for money."

I left the hospital.

The two took two different buses.

We had just arrived at the area where Song Xianghe lived.

This is a residential compound for families in the city. The roads are wide, and the people look energetic.

There were many vendors pushing carts along the roadside.

The shouts of vendors selling maltose, tofu pudding, needles and thread rose and fell.

Song Xianglan and Song Xiangmei were carrying large and small bags.

Exhausted and panting.

"Third Sister, this city is so different, there are so many people." Song Xiangmei looked at the roadside stalls with curiosity in her eyes.

Song Xianglan lifted the bundle onto her shoulder.

He leaned close to his older sister's ear.

"Sister, look at those street vendors. City people have stable jobs and look down on these self-employed individuals, but that's precisely our opportunity."

Song Xiangmei didn't understand:

"What opportunity?"

"An opportunity to make money."

Song Xianglan pointed to a stall selling fried dough sticks, "As long as you can make money, who cares about saving face? What kind of income can Xiao Chuan earn by farming at home?"

Song Xiangmei's eyes flickered:

"He doesn't have any special skills either."

"You can do it."

Song Xianglan stared into her eldest sister's eyes and said, "You can make tofu pudding, fried vegetable cakes, fried meatballs, and vegetable dumplings."

Their rice dumpling wrapping skills are superb; their five-spice rolls are even more fragrant than those from state-run restaurants.

With so many people in this city, as long as the food is delicious, why worry about not people paying?

Song Xiangmei watched as the stall owner selling fried dough cakes made so much money that his hands were sore from collecting it.

My mind was originally stagnant.

Suddenly, it became lively again.

Even if you only earn 50 cents a day, it's still better than working in the fields over a month.

"This...is this feasible? Isn't this just speculation and profiteering?"

"Now that the policies have been relaxed, who's going to arrest us?"

Song Xianglan smiled and said, "As long as you're bold enough, you can build a big brick house for Xiaochuan and help him get married next year."