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

"Give me the leaf fish and the stone nine-year-old."

Liu Dahua sighed deeply. "Having a job at a slaughterhouse, my life is even more miserable than that of a lonely old person. This stuff is all ground up to feed the chickens and ducks, what do you need it for?"

"I'll eat..." Song Xianglan and Liu Dahua were from the same village and married into the same village.

We've been in a love-hate relationship since we were little.

Liu Dahua was stunned for a moment.

She went inside to retrieve her family's pickled vegetable jar, taking out fifty salted duck eggs and ten salted goose eggs. "Xianglan, bring that basket over here."

Song Xianglan took the basket.

Da Hua took some sauerkraut again.

"Xiangdong loves stir-fried pork intestines with pickled cabbage. Jianjun doesn't like it, so you, as his mother, don't make pickled cabbage. You don't have any at home, do you?"

Song Xianglan: "..."

Not really.

Outside, Old Lady Huang was still scolding Liu Dahua, and then said that someone from her mother's family was coming tomorrow and told Liu Dahua not to give away salted duck eggs.

"A pig kidney is enough for postpartum women. Fish soup also helps with lactation. Why bother with pig's feet? Every woman gives birth, but your daughter-in-law is so precious."

The old lady is old and has a sharp tongue.

Liu Dahua turned her head away, "I love my daughter-in-law dearly. Five pig kidneys wouldn't be enough for her."

Song Xianglan recalled that in her previous life, when cross-strait relations were opened up, Huang Guoping brought his wife and children from the other side of the strait back to visit relatives.

They looked at Liu Dahua with disdain, saying that she looked even older than Old Lady Huang.

"Dahua, to put it bluntly, it's harder for you to meet a good man than to be born into a good family."

Liu Dahua: "You've figured it out? Your husband's no better."

"Your husband, Huang Guoping, is no better. He's married and has children on the other side of the strait."

The two best friends exchanged a glance.

They all sighed, feeling a chill run down their spines from the other party's knife-like words.

"Guoping... I've been taking care of this family for him, and I just want to see him."

"Yes. After meeting him, he must have told his later wife that this woman was older than my mother."

The reason I can't forget her is because I was young and naive, and my family forced me to marry her.

Liu Dahua felt worse than if she had swallowed a bitter pill.

He lifted his eyelids and slowly said:

"You serve Yang Dashan like a slave, and he fools you like a fool. You're no different from a maidservant in the old society."

The two said in unison, "Yao Xiu!"

They stab each other in the back, neither side gaining the upper hand.

Liu Dahua took out her savings again, "This ten yuan is for Xiang Dong's wedding gift."

"I'll lend you this money first; it's good to have enough when you're traveling, even if you're poor. You should take some money with you when you go to the troops heading east, so people won't say you're extorting money from your son."

Song Xianglan originally didn't want to take it.

Then he thought about not taking it, but in the end he was tricked into taking it by Old Lady Huang's nephew.

He grabbed Liu Dahua's handkerchief bag.

"Da Hua. To hell with filial piety, to hell with being a jinx to your husband. Huang Guoping is so fragile, he should just die young and be reborn."

Song Xianglan put the pickled vegetables in the basket and said at the door, "Your daughter-in-law is quite like your mother-in-law. Your mother-in-law was also cursed as a jinx back then."

Grandma Huang was taken aback.

He shakily leaned against the wall and got up.

His thin body looked especially lonely in the wind as he walked along the corner of the wall toward his house.

Liu Dahua gave her a thumbs up.

When Song Xianglan returned home, in addition to the items mentioned earlier, there were also several kilograms of leaf fish, stone goby, and squid.

Song Tingting came home very late after school.

Yang Dashan ate a bowl of sweet potato soup in a very unpleasant manner, but when he wanted more, the rest of his family members snatched it all up.

He shamelessly approached Song Xianglan.

"Lan. I wrote a poem for you."

Song Xianglan was already asleep in bed, but the slaughterhouse workers had to get up in the middle of the night to work. Except for her days off, she usually went to bed very early.

Hearing a fly buzzing, he turned over and ignored it.

Yang Dashan suppressed the bitterness in his heart.

He's an intellectual, yet he's bowing down for a pittance.

"Lan. I ate a peach today, guess what kind? It's because I can't escape loving you."

"Today, I took a dump. What kind of dump? It was... thinking of you over and over again."

"I can never kiss you again. Why?... "

Song Xianglan kicked him to the ground.

"Who the hell wants to kiss an old man like you?"

"Ouch. My tailbone is broken." Yang Dashan braced himself with one hand, while using the other to smooth his hair. "Lan. A beating is a sign of affection, a scolding is a sign of love. I'll cook you some braised pork to prove your love for me."

Song Xianglan hated being woken up from her sleep.

I checked the time and it was only a little past nine o'clock.

He grabbed Yang Dashan by the collar and threw him into the yard. "Yang Dashan, go eat chicken poop in the chicken coop!"

"I wouldn't even feed you braised pork, let alone a dog."

While hitting him, they also stole five yuan from his pocket.

"We're husband and wife. You can't mistreat me; even the ancestors of the Yang family wouldn't allow it."

"Pah! The ancestors of the Yang family would be ashamed of you."

The night sky was silent.

Only a few stars blinked, peeking at the gossip of the human world.

"Let me go back to my room to sleep. Husband and wife should share a room." Yang Dashan regretted it. He should have stolen the eggs from the house instead of saying sweet words.

"Get lost. You reek of an old man."

Song Xianglan was disgusted and went back to her room, bolted the door, and went back to sleep.

It was past midnight.

She got up and went to the slaughterhouse.

Song Xianglan's apprentices Zhou Bin and Gan Zhiyuan brought a thermos and soaked a bowl of fried dough sticks in it, with a little white sugar added.

"Master, have some breakfast."

Song Xianglan was a skilled butcher at the slaughterhouse, and she trained many apprentices.

These two are newly accepted apprentices.

The apprentices only earned eight yuan a month, and they would usually give half of it to their master. Song Xianglan never accepted money from them, hoping that their master would teach them more skills.

"I'm taking a couple of days off. How's everything going?"

"Scraping pig hair and cutting meat. That's why Liu Yidao said we didn't learn your skills." Gan Zhiyuan was only 17 years old when his family had connections and assigned him to the slaughterhouse to learn a trade.

"Him? I'll give you two months to properly learn some skills."

Song Xianglan ate sugar-soaked fried dough sticks.

He changed into a set of work clothes, picked up a pig-slaughtering knife, and went to slaughter a pig.

There are still two cows at the slaughterhouse today, which are being managed by Song Xianglan and Liu Yidao with their apprentices.

Liu Yidao was very tall and had a large beard.

He always had a cigarette in his hand while working; back then, he was rejected by Song Xianglan because of his heavy smoking. Now, whenever I see her, I always want to say something sarcastic.

"Song Yidao. A competition?"

Liu Yidao clicked his tongue and shook his head. "Other people get fat when they slaughter pigs, how come you're getting more and more like a skinny monkey?"

"You ate all the best parts of the pig's intestines, you're bound to get fat."

Liu Yidao: "..."

Others were holding back their laughter.

Liu Yidao roared at his apprentices, including Tie Tou, "Get to work! We're going to win the pig-slaughtering award this year!"

Song Xianglan stabbed the screaming pig in the neck with a knife.

He pushed it in forcefully, and the pig's blood flowed into the bucket through the hole.

She smiled faintly:

"Liu Yidao, do you want me to let you have him? You've won so many awards, it's putting a lot of pressure on you."

Liu Yidao snorted.

They buried themselves in their work.

Until morning.

Song Xianglan had just finished get off work with her basket on her back, leaving her apprentices to continue working.

There was a pig's head, a pair of lungs, half a pig's liver, and the edge of the liver in the basket.

Liu Yidao caught up and handed over the thing wrapped in banana leaves. "Xianglan, here's two catties of beef for you."

"Need not."

"The deputy factory director gave it to me. Here's some for you." Liu Yidao tossed the beef into her basket and turned to leave. "You're so skinny, you've got hardly any meat on you. If you don't get some meat on, I'm afraid you'll get pricked to death by a pig's trotter when you're slaughtering it."

This mouth is covered in paraquat.

"Liu Yidao, may you get fat and die."

"I'm strong, not fat," Liu Yidao retorted with a smug grin.

Song Xianglan really wanted to throw the beef back, but then she thought that this rare beef should be taken to her son and daughter-in-law.

endure.

She weighed the beef in her hand; it was at least five or six pounds.

After some thought, I realized I needed to go to Nancheng first. Nancheng was several hundred miles away from Qingyang, both located on the coast. Song Xiangdong belonged to the army, not the navy, and participated in the battle in Yun Province two years later.

He ultimately did not return.

Song Xianglan first went to town and ate a bowl of rice noodle soup and a fried dough stick.

Based on his memory, he arrived at a place selling smuggled goods from across the strait and bought a carton of imported cigarettes. He then took the cigarettes to the slaughterhouse manager's house, discussed having his apprentice cover his shift, and requested a fifteen-day leave.

The factory manager said earnestly, "It's okay to substitute for someone. But you need to discuss it with Liu Yidao and ask him to help out if anything happens."

"Okay. I'll talk to him."

"You two are vying for the individual award, the team award, and the 'pig-slaughtering award.' Can he help you?"

"I forced him to agree with a butcher's knife." Song Xianglan picked up her basket and left again. The factory manager's wife fanned herself, saying, "You smell like a butcher. Who can stand that?"

The factory manager glared at him. "I haven't seen you eat fewer pieces of pork."