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

Tang Xiaojun was also furious, angry that his wife couldn't outsmart others.

Watch as the eldest brother, Tang Xiaohu, poked the big bone with chopsticks and sucked out the marrow inside.

He swallowed again, but no one called him to eat, and he was too embarrassed to eat another bowl. He should have waited until he was ready to eat.

Song Xianglan was chewing on a piece of dried bamboo shoot.

His gaze, however, seemed to have hooks, lingering on Tang Xiaobao's face for a couple of seconds.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

She spoke up.

Everyone at the table looked over.

Song Xianglan pointed at Tang Xiaobao with the tip of her chopsticks.

He looked utterly astonished.

"Second sister, you know what, this child is really interesting to look at."

Look at this big face. It's white, but the flesh is so loose it looks like a dough ball with holes poked in it.

I noticed that the people in the Tang family all have very prominent noses.

Why is this child's nose so flat, like he fell and smashed it flat on the street?

"Third Aunt, what are you saying? The child hasn't even fully developed yet!"

Qian Hong raised her voice very high, even a little shrill.

Song Xianglan ignored her.

Turning my head, I looked at Tang Xiaohu's two or four children, who were sitting quietly eating in the corner.

Then look at Tang Xiaojun's two timid daughters.

"The four children in Xiaohu's family have such smooth features; they must be from the Tang family."

And Xiaojun's two daughters, although they're a bit thin.

But those eyes and nose are exactly like Xiao Jun's. Only Xiao Bao is different…”

Song Xianglan shook her head.

He looked regretful.

"Is this what's called a gene mutation?"

Zhao Xiaogou was wiping her daughter's mouth when she heard this, and her eyes flickered.

She glanced at Tang Xiaojun and Tang Xiaobao discreetly.

You know what, Tang Xiaojun does have big double eyelids.

Tang Xiaobao had puffy eyes; the fire poker had torn a slit across his face to form his eye socket.

Tang Xiaojun has a long face, while Tang Xiaobao's face looks like a donkey's butt.

I hadn't thought of that before.

The more I look at it, the more something seems off.

Qian Hong was extremely flustered.

He shoved Tang Xiaobao behind his back.

Go back to your room and do your homework.

Tang Xiaobao refused to work because he couldn't get anything to eat, so he lay on the ground and rolled around.

"I want to eat meat! I want to eat meat!"

"What are you eating? People look down on you, but you're just being lowly and insist on climbing up to the top."

Qian Hong half-dragged, half-pulled the wailing child back into the inner room and slammed the door shut.

The atmosphere at the table was somewhat strange.

Song Xianglan slowly picked up a piece of dried bamboo shoot with her chopsticks.

He sighed.

Her tone suddenly turned weary: "Second sister, we women are easily swayed by emotions and are most easily kept in the dark."

Song Xianghe was taken aback:

"What do you mean?"

Song Xianglan smiled self-deprecatingly.

The sound wasn't loud.

Yet every word was clear.

"I raised someone else's illegitimate child for two or three decades, emptying my family's savings. In the end, I found out that it wasn't a Song family child at all."

She recounted her story.

Old Tang paused as he was drinking.

Tang Xiaohu and the others were also surprised.

These days, everyone tries to cover up these kinds of family scandals, but this third aunt is quite forthright; she revealed them right there at the dinner table.

"Third sister, you..."

Song Xianghe opened her mouth.

"Luckily we discovered it, otherwise this entire fortune would have benefited outsiders!"

"Yes, thankfully we found it."

Song Xianglan's gaze drifted, intentionally or unintentionally, toward the tightly closed door to the inner room.

"These kinds of things happen all the time."

You should be especially wary of children who don't look like family members.

Many women who are pregnant with another man's child give birth to a full-term, healthy baby boy, but insist it was premature.

These words were spoken.

The room became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Zhao Xiaogou suddenly widened her eyes, as if she had remembered something incredible.

blurted out:

"Oh dear! When my sister-in-law gave birth to Xiaobao, wasn't it also said to be premature? They said she fell and was frightened, and she gave birth at seven months, but the baby weighed six pounds and eight ounces at birth..."

"Snapped!"

Tang Xiaojun slammed his hand on the table, his face flushed and his neck bulging as he roared:

"Zhao Xiaogou, you're talking nonsense. Believe me or not, I'll slap you!"

He was about to stand up and make a move.

Although Tang Xiaohu was also unhappy with his wife's loose tongue, he still instinctively defended her: "Xiaojun, Xiao'ou was just saying it offhand, why are you so upset?"

Tang Xiaojun was so angry that his eyes turned red.

"Is this something you can just blurt out? This is like throwing a load of shit on my head!"

Old Tang, who had been silent all along, slapped Tang Xiaojun on the shoulder with a dark face.

He looked at Zhao Xiaogou with fury, "Can't even a meal shut you up?"

This meal.

Everyone had their own thoughts about the second half of the meal, but they all ate until they were stuffed.

After finishing the meal.

It was already completely dark.

Song Xianglan pulled Song Xiangmei up to say goodbye.

Song Xianghe had something on her mind and didn't want them to stay overnight, so she saw them out.

We reached the entrance of the alley.

There was no one around.

Song Xianglan suddenly stopped and grabbed Song Xianghe's hand.

Lowering her voice, she said, "Second Sister, there are some things I couldn't say in front of the children just now. But I'm a straightforward person, and I can't hold it in."

Song Xianghe didn't want to hear it.

"Third sister, stop talking. You always seem to want to provoke me whenever you see me."

"Just before dinner, I saw Qian Hong at the entrance of the alley," Song Xianglan insisted on saying to provoke her. "She was pulling and tugging at a man. The man was wearing work clothes; I heard he was a temporary worker at a nearby textile factory."

Song Xianghe's face turned pale instantly.

"You...you saw it clearly?" She didn't want to hear it.

"I saw it all clearly." Song Xianglan pursed her lips. "I even overheard it. Qian Hong gave that man a ten-yuan note. The two of them even did it, slapping each other more than a dozen times."

Song Xianghe was about to faint.

"In the alley?"

Song Xianglan sighed and added insult to injury, "The man asked her, 'Do you let your man touch you?' Guess what Qian Hong said?"

Song Xiangmei knew that Song Xianglan would definitely have to tell the truth.

The second and third brothers never give each other any face.

She said your son, Tang Xiaojun, is like a grasshopper in the grass, hopping around but too small.

He even said that a hungry eagle wouldn't even bother with a grasshopper like him when catching chicks, just wasting his time.

Song Xianghe's mind went blank.

His anger surged straight to the top of his head.

That was her favorite youngest son.

That slut actually called me a grasshopper in the grass.

"That damned slut!" Song Xianghe gritted her teeth, her eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

Song Xiangmei was startled and quickly grabbed her.

"Second sister, don't worry..."

"How can I not be in a hurry?"

Song Xianghe flung Song Xiangmei away, trembling with anger.

"She cheated on me right under our noses and even gave my money to other men."

No wonder the money in the drawer never seemed to add up; it turns out there was a thief in this house.

Song Xianglan looked at Song Xianghe's exasperated expression.

Adding fuel to the fire:

"Second sister, you should be glad that I saw it. If your neighbors had seen it, would the Tang family have any face left?"

They dare to cause trouble in front of their own house; they really don't respect you two old folks.

"They even know where the money is kept, from now on..."

Song Xianghe felt terrible whenever she thought about how Qian Hong had used her hard-earned retirement money to support her lover.

My heart is bleeding.

She now desperately wanted to rush back and tear Qian Hong's face to shreds.

"Take care on your way."

After saying this, Song Xianghe turned around and rushed back as if she were going to fight to the death.

Song Xianglan clapped her hands in a cheerful mood.

"Let's go find a guesthouse."

Song Xiangmei was still a little confused: "Third Sister, are we just leaving like this? Won't Second Sister get into a fight when we get back?"

"It's good that they're fighting. The more they fight, the cleaner the boil will be." Song Xianglan pulled Song Xiangmei and strode out.

The two spent the night at a guesthouse in the city.

The next morning, Song Xianglan, full of energy, took Song Xiangmei to other scrap metal recycling stations.

I bought several items.

I also bought a large wardrobe and a screen, both of which are old items.

Song Xianglan directly hired a tractor to transport the furniture, including camphor wood chests and wardrobes, to the ferry terminal.

We took a ferry.

They called another tractor and bumped their way back to Xiaoquan Brigade.

It was already dark when I got home.

The two of them unloaded the goods, and their backs ached from exhaustion.

Song Xianglan went to the kitchen and quickly made two bowls of noodles and poached two eggs. She ate them with gusto.

Go to bed early after eating.

When Song Tingting came home from school, she saw the two of them sleeping soundly in the room.

the next day.

Song Xiangmei was worried about the mess at home and wanted to go back.

Song Xianglan prepared things for her to take back.

Two jars of pure white lard.

A bucket of golden rapeseed oil.

Five pounds of pork belly, several large ribs, and braised pork intestines and lungs.

Next up are the practical tips:

A large bag of dried oysters, dried shrimp, dried mackerel, dried razor clams, as well as seaweed and kelp, was bundled tightly together.

Finally, Song Xianglan took out two cans of malted milk powder.

Two bags of milk powder.

There are also two packets of brown sugar.

The items were piled up on the table, forming a small mountain.

Song Xiangmei was so dizzy from looking at it that she waved her hands in fright.

"Third Sister! What are you doing? Are you going to empty the house? I can't accept this."

"Just take it if I give it to you!"

Song Xianglan said firmly, "These things are not for you to take back and feed to ungrateful bastards."

"After you go back, distribute those unworthy descendants of your family to other households."

"Have Xiao Chuan come to me later. He can work for me until the end of the year. I won't treat him unfairly."

Song Xiangmei's eyes reddened.

He stammered, unable to speak.

Song Xianglan stuffed the last packet of brown sugar inside, saying, "I'll be free in a couple of days to come pick you up from your house and take you to Yu Family Village. I'll get back everything you gave away, everything that was taken by someone!"

Song Xiangmei shuddered in fright.

"No, no, no! Third Sister, don't go! Those people are unreasonable. If you go, they might attack you!"

"Make a move? Let's see who dares to touch me."