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

Several people carrying travel bags entered Song Xianglan's room.

Song Qiang turned around, bolted the door, and then pulled over a chair to prop it against the back of the door.

After doing this,

Song Dongcai threw the black canvas bag he was clutching tightly onto Song Xianglan's bed.

A muffled thud.

The sound of that noise is quite heavy.

Song Fei and Song Xiang each pulled out bricks wrapped tightly in newspaper from their underwear and piled them on the bed.

The neighbor's yard.

Old Lin was holding a rooster-shaped bowl, listening to the sounds from the base of the raised wall between the two houses.

It used to be only half a person tall.

Now it's been raised to two meters high, and it's covered with shards of broken glass.

"Those kids are acting all mysterious; they're definitely up to no good."

Old Lin took a bite of rice.

Chewing on the golden-brown scrambled eggs, he mumbled indistinctly:

"Old woman, do you think Song the butcher is up to some kind of speculation? Whenever his nephews come back, the yard reeks of money."

The ugly woman was sitting on a small stool, sewing shoe soles.

The needle made a "plop plop" sound as it pricked the sole of the shoe.

She didn't even lift her eyelids when she heard this:

"Eat your food. Can't an egg shut you up? You grown man, why are you getting jealous?"

Old Lin chuckled:

"I was just curious."

"Didn't you used to love asking about her family? What's gotten into you now?"

Lin Gang also chimed in:

"Dad is right."

The ugly woman tucked the sole of her shoe into her bosom.

His gaze swept coldly over the father and son. "Mind your own business and you'll live a couple more years. They're the ones who helped Xiaofang. If you repay kindness with enmity, I'll stab you to death."

Old Lin: "..."

Lin Gang: ...

The ugly woman is very tough.

Men are unreliable, and sons are fickle too; only money is their true parent.

She used to be afraid of Old Lin because she didn't have money and didn't have the backbone. Now she has the money she earned from selling goods.

If Old Lin dares to nag.

From then on, the only meals were sweet potato porridge with pickled dried vegetables.

Gou Sheng was licking the bottom of the bowl.

He said in a childish voice:

Grandma said that it's better to have a son than a spice roll, because spice rolls can be sold for money, while Dad only wants money.

"You little brat."

Lin Gang was so angry that he kicked him.

Gou Sheng nimbly hid behind Liu Chou Nu and made a face at him.

The ugly woman protected her grandson and glared at Lin Gang.

"If you're so bored, go and clean up the pigsty."

Lin Gang shrank back, took a shovel, and went to the pigpen to dig out the pig manure.

Push it into the compost pit using a small cart.

……

Inside the Song family house.

Song Dong took out his account book.

"Goods from Qingyang will double in profit once they are transported to the north."

After deducting transportation costs, toll fees, and... favors, plus the brothers' wages and bonuses, this is the net amount we're left with.

He held up one finger and then bent it.

Nearly 100,000.

Looking at the money on the bed, Song Xianglan felt a great sense of security.

Song Xianglan picked up a bundle of money.

He ran his thumb along the edge of the banknote. "The road must have been bumpy, right?"

Song Qiang grinned, showing his big front teeth:

"It's not just unfair, it's downright dangerous."

Third Aunt, you didn't see it, but if it weren't for Erhei, that experienced driver, we brothers would have really been stuck in Ying City this time.

Song west is someone who can't keep a secret.

"Those bastards are ruthless. When a convoy ahead was stopped, they actually dared to shoot them with hunting rifles."

The driver's brains were splattered out.

As soon as our car passed, dozens of people surrounded us with shovels and hoes.

If I hadn't been quick-witted and fired a shot towards the edge of the crowd, and Erhei hadn't floored the gas and sped off, we'd probably all be buried in a ravine by now.

He spoke with great enthusiasm, spittle flying everywhere.

But the sound sent chills down one's spine.

Song Dong continued:

"There's another village that's even more outrageous; they simply felled a huge tree down in the middle of the road."

We had no choice but to go down and pay them fifty yuan as a toll before they slowly moved the tree away.

The village chief even said with a grin that they only wanted money and wouldn't risk their lives.

If you encounter someone like the one who's reckless, you really have no choice but to fight them head-on.

No one spoke for a moment.

Only that pile of money emitted an enticingly foul smell.

Song Qiang lit a cigarette and took a deep drag:

"Third Aunt, fortune favors the bold. I'm thinking of making another trip before the end of the year, since goods are scarce during the Lunar New Year period, and I can get a high price for them."

"no."

Song Xianglan refused without question.

"You've made enough money. You only have one life. There are even more desperate criminals on the roads at the end of the year, hoping to make a fortune. You all stay put, and nobody is allowed to go."

The nephews exchanged glances.

Although I was unwilling to accept it.

But I also know that my third aunt's word is law.

"Just distribute goods in the surrounding counties, don't be greedy for large orders."

Song Xianglan and the others received their bonuses and salaries.

Each person has several thousand yuan.

"This is the hard-earned money you deserve. When the market opens up in the future, look for shops in the city or houses in good locations, and buy them. If the village divides up the hillsides, rent those for me too."

"Why buy those dilapidated houses?"

Song west was puzzled.

"Just buy it when I tell you to, stop arguing." Song Dong slapped him. "When have you ever been wrong about what Third Aunt said?"

Song Fei retorted, "Xiao west is good at fighting, but even if you clean your head, you don't have as much brain tissue as someone else."

Song west: ...

"Third Aunt. They say I'm stupid."

Song Xianglan gave her a sidelong glance with heartache, "We fools are lucky, don't be afraid."

Song west was even more heartbroken.

The others were laughing so hard they couldn't stand up straight.

After sending her nephews away, Song Xianglan quickly stuffed 60,000 yuan into an inconspicuous broken jar.

Then a whole jar of pickled vegetables was piled on top.

She plans to deposit 10,000 yuan tomorrow, and keep some cash on hand.

……

Qingyang No.1 Middle School.

Song Tingting came out a little late.

It's not far from the school gate.

She was stopped by someone.

Shi Shanshan was wearing a floral print Dacron top and a Plum Blossom brand watch on her wrist.

She was surrounded by three or four of her girlfriends, each with their arms crossed, looking like they were there to cause trouble.

"Song Tingting." Shi Shanshan crossed her arms.

"Who are you waiting for so late at night?"

Song Tingting didn't want to deal with these lunatics and tried to walk around them.

"stop!"

Shi Shanshan stepped to the side, blocking his way.

"I'm talking to you, are you mute? Why don't you live on campus? Is your family too poor to afford boarding?"

Song Tingting looked at Shi Shanshan's face, which was full of superiority.

He coldly uttered four words: "None of your business."

These four words pierced Shi Shanshan's heart like needles.

She was used to being the center of attention in her class during junior high, and was even the top girl in her class. But when she got to high school, she was overshadowed by Song Tingting, who came from the countryside.

"Still being stubborn."

A girl next to them chimed in sarcastically, "Song Tingting, do you like Zhou Xuyang?"

"Why don't you take a good look at yourself? Our class monitor and Shanshan are childhood sweethearts. You think you can seduce her just because you're pretty?"

"What are you pretending to be so studious for? You just want to seduce me, don't you?"

"Does Zhou Xuyang know you're a poor girl from the countryside?"

The group of people chatted amongst themselves.

The more they said it, the uglier it got.

Song Tingting lifted her schoolbag higher, her eyes revealing a hint of impatience.

"Does Zhou Xuyang know that you're all barking like mad dogs here?"

"Who are you calling a mad dog?" Shi Shanshan's expression changed.

"Whoever shouts the loudest gets to decide," Song Tingting said, looking at her. "Zhou Xuyang talking to me was just a discussion about studies. As for whether he knows whether my family is poor or not..."

She paused.

A mocking smile tugged at the corner of his mouth: "What's it to him?"

"Song Tingting, you shameless vixen!" Shi Shanshan pointed at Song Tingting's nose and cursed, "Your eyes were born to seduce men, you're born with a cheap, despicable nature."

Song Tingting's eyes instantly turned cold.

"When it comes to being despicable, who can compare to you?"

Song Tingting sneered:

"You're like a toad that popped out of a crack in the rock, ugly but with wild ideas."

It has bulging eyes and a big mouth. It quacks all day long…

Shi Shanshan hates it most when people say she has swollen eyes and a big mouth.

With a scream, she lunged forward, baring her teeth and claws, yelling, "Hit her! Tear her mouth apart!"

Several girls rushed forward.

Song Tingting knew she couldn't beat so many people.

She threw her schoolbag on the ground, ignoring the punches landing on her, and aimed at Shi Shanshan, who was in front of her, and suddenly rammed into her arms.

"Ah!" Shi Shanshan was hit so hard she couldn't catch her breath.

Song Tingting clung tightly to Shi Shanshan's neck with both hands and bit her ear.

This time, they really put in their best effort.

"Ah... let go! You lunatic! Let go!"

Shi Shanshan screamed in agony.

The voice was distorted.

The girls around were terrified.

He tried desperately to pull Song Tingting away.

Fists rained down on Song Tingting's back and head.

Song Tingting was in so much pain that she saw stars.

It just won't let go.

She inserted two fingers directly into Shi Shanshan's nostrils, forcefully pulled upwards, and desperately tried to lift her nose.

This is called "capture the king first to catch the thief".

When you're fighting, you have to catch someone and kill them.

"Help!"

My ears. My nose.

Shi Shanshan's face was covered in blood and tears from her nose.

Despite struggling desperately, she couldn't shake off Song Tingting, who clung to her like a leech.

The alley was in complete chaos.

Shi Shanshan's screams frightened the stray dogs passing by, who tucked their tails between their legs and ran away.