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

Song Xianglan did not refuse again; there was no need for such fuss among the older women.

She stuffed the remaining money into her pocket and waved to Da Hua and Chou Nu, who were still heading to the hospital.

"A bunch of people rushed to the hospital and then called the nurses over and gave them a piece of their mind. You guys go back to the village first, I'll go pick up Tingting, ask her for leave, and let her go home to rest for a few days."

Send them away.

Song Xianglan went to the Overseas Chinese Village in the county alone.

She bought Tingting's favorite orchid rice, and also packed a hot bowl of beef noodle soup, two coconut milk rice dumplings, and fried chicken wings.

I walked back with my lunchbox in my hand.

Just past an intersection, Song Xianglan paused.

Shi Dawei walked along the wall, his dog scurrying about.

Song Xianglan narrowed her eyes and saw Shi Dawei acting like a thief, and sneered inwardly. This guy's always up to no good when he's doing something behind people's backs.

She tucked the food in her hand into her bosom.

He covered himself with his overcoat and followed quietly.

Shi Dawei was a cautious man, and he wandered around the alleys, making many turns.

Song Xianglan was well-connected in the county town in her previous life, and she often came here to do business in this life, otherwise she would have been completely confused by him.

After walking for more than ten minutes, Shi Dawei was sure that no one was behind him before he plunged into a dead end.

Song Xianglan peeked out from the corner of the wall.

Shi Dawei knocked on a large, peeling door.

The woman who opened the door was in her thirties.

She had curly hair, wore a tight sweater, and her chest was held high.

The woman called out in a sweet, coquettish voice:

"Brother-in-law—why are you so late?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down!" Shi Dawei hurriedly squeezed in and slammed the door shut behind him.

Song Xianglan raised an eyebrow.

Brother-in-law?

Auntie?

This is part of taboo literature.

She looked around and, seeing no one was around, crouched down and slipped under the back window of that house.

The windows of this house are old-fashioned wooden windows that don't close properly.

The sounds from inside came out clearly.

"What exactly happened? Didn't you promise me two factory jobs? I've already taken your money, and now you're just taking them away?" The woman's voice was high-pitched and thin, filled with dissatisfaction.

"Oh, my precious child, I can't do anything about it!"

Shi Dawei's voice sounded like he was about to cry, "I had the bad luck to run into an old woman from the countryside who sent people to cause trouble at the factory gate. She extorted 13,000 yuan from me, and she emptied my savings."

Hollowing it out is impossible.

That doesn't stop Shi Dawei from complaining about being poor.

"Thirteen thousand?" the woman screamed.

"I'll do whatever you want with me. I've never seen you be this generous to me."

"Can I refuse? That old bastard factory manager is eager to bring me down," Shi Dawei gritted his teeth. "That damned old woman is a money-grubber; she's got a death wish!"

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Shi Lan suddenly chuckled:

"Brother-in-law, aren't you usually quite bold? How come you're getting more and more regressive as you get older?"

How many times in a lifetime can you earn 13,000?

"Since it's extortion, can't we just take it back?"

Song Xianglan: ...Her ears are ears too, and they plotted robbery right in front of her ears.

There was a slight disdain for the old lady.

"Rob?"

Shi Dawei hesitated for a moment:

"That old hag is a real scoundrel."

"I know a few young people who just returned to the city and are worried about not having enough money," Shi Lan said casually. "Give each of them a few dozen yuan and have them intercept the person on the way. They don't need to kill them, just take the money back. Do you think that cowardly old woman will dare to call the police?"

Shi Dawei was clearly tempted.

I can't swallow that anger.

"Damn it, that old bastard dares to shit on my head. Lanlan, you handle this. If we get the money back, we'll split it fifty-fifty!"

Shi Lan chuckled.

Her voice turned sweet and cloying, "Brother-in-law, now that we've finished discussing serious matters, shouldn't we...?"

Then came the rustling sound of clothes being taken off.

There was also the sound of the bed board creaking and groaning.

Song Xianglan: ...

Do you really think her name, Song Xianglan, came from a sudden gust of wind?

She's the kind of person who seeks revenge.

Song Xianglan went around to the front.

The courtyard wasn't large, and right under the window of the main house was a stack of firewood.

She tiptoed into the kitchen and picked up the rapeseed oil.

He unscrewed the lid and poured it all over the woodpile, even spilling some on the window frame.

He took out a match and struck it with a "sizzle".

As soon as the flame touched the oil, it shot up with a "whoosh".

Dry firewood in winter plus rapeseed oil.

The fire spread incredibly fast, reaching the window frame in the blink of an eye.

Song Xianglan threw the oil drum back into the kitchen. Squeaking her nose, she shouted at the top of her lungs, "Fire! Help! Fire!"

After shouting, she lowered her body.

They crouched down and hid in the shadows on the other side of the back window.

The two people inside were terrified.

"Ah! Brother-in-law! Fire!" Shi Lan screamed and pushed the man away.

Shi Dawei is at a critical juncture.

I was so startled that I almost fainted.

Turning my head, I saw that the window paper was burning red, and thick smoke was seeping in through the gaps.

"Why is it on fire?"

Shi Dawei panicked and became flustered.

"Meeting you was the worst mistake I ever made. I gave you my lifeblood, and even your tigress sister doesn't know I hid my valuable treasure here! Run!"

Shi Lan stopped being so carefree at this point.

He grabbed his clothes and put them on, saying, "Don't mention that ungrateful older sister to me."

The fire outside is getting bigger and bigger.

The smoky, acrid smell made it hard to open one's eyes.

The two hurriedly scrambled and stumbled as they rushed outside.

In the midst of panic.

They picked up the wrong clothes.

Shi Dawei was wearing a tweed jacket by Shi Lan, the buttons of which couldn't be fastened and were tightly wrapped around his body.

The two rushed into the courtyard.

Shi Dawei dared not linger.

He's a factory leader; if someone sees him with his sister-in-law, his life is over.

He covered his face and ran towards the alley entrance.

I just rushed out of the alley.

They bumped right into several neighbors who were carrying buckets of water to put out the fire.

"Hey? Is that Deputy Factory Director Shi?" someone with sharp eyes exclaimed immediately, "You have relatives here?"

Shi Dawei's head buzzed, and he covered his face, shouting in a rough voice, "You've mistaken me for someone else."

After saying that, he took off running like a madman, faster than a rabbit.

Shi Lan saw that Shi Dawei had disappeared.

He stomped his foot in anger and cursed:

"You heartless dog."

While the front door was in chaos, with everyone splashing water to put out the fire, Song Xianglan calmly pushed open the back window.

A strong, fishy smell mixed with the smell of smoke hit me.

Song Xianglan frowned in disapproval.

He nimbly climbed into the house.

The fire was still burning outside, so there was just a lot of smoke inside.

She remembered what Shi Dawei had just shouted—"The valuable treasures are hidden in this room."

Her gaze swept across the room and immediately locked onto the locked camphor wood chest under the bed.

Song Xianglan grabbed a pair of scissors from the table next to her and stabbed the padlock several times.

These days, locks aren't very sturdy; they can be pried open in no time.

I opened the lid and took a look.

Ho!

Song Xianglan gasped.

A whole row of bright yellow croakers were neatly arranged on a red cloth, with several rolls of Chinese currency next to them.

This is Shi Dawei.

How greedy!

Without any hesitation, she grabbed the gold bars and stuffed them into her bosom, also snatching up the large denomination bills. She wore a thick cotton-padded coat for winter, and tucked her sweater tightly into her waistband.

You can't tell it's there once it's inside, it's just a bit heavy.

The sound of water rushing to extinguish the fire could be heard outside.

Song Xianglan closed the box and pushed it back under the bed.

He climbed out through the back window, closed it, and wiped his footprints on the windowsill with his sleeve.

Song Xianglan slipped away along the base of the wall.

He concealed his crimes and fame.

Running all the way to the hospital, Song Xianglan felt a heaviness in her chest; the gold was really heavy.

Song Tingting sat on the bed in a daze.

Her eyes welled up with tears as soon as her mother came in.

She reached out to hug him.

"Mom, where did you go? I want a hug..."

Song Xianglan quickly closed the door and locked it from the inside.

"He's off to do something important."

Song Xianglan walked to the bedside, put down the food she was carrying, and said, "Have a couple of bites to tide you over."

"Mom, that bag of money is in my bed." Song Tingting lifted the covers and pointed to the bulging bundle on the bed.

Song Xianglan unbuttoned her cotton-padded jacket and collapsed onto the bed with a thud.

Glitter.

More than twenty gold bars lay on the pristine white sheets, dazzling the eye.

Song Tingting's eyes twitched.

The drool in my mouth almost spilled out.

He hurriedly asked:

"Mom...are you robbing a bank?"

Song Xianglan poked her forehead with her finger. "Are you stupid? Robbing a bank is suicide. Do you think I'd be that foolish?"

She divided the gold bars into two piles.

"Hurry up, take off your clothes."

Song Tingting covered her chest.

"Mom, what are you doing?"

"It's too conspicuous for me to carry it all by myself, let's split it." Song Xianglan said as she deftly stuffed the gold bars into Song Tingting's clothes. "The weight will be different once they're packed, so walk more steadily."

Song Tingting cooperated while grinning foolishly.

"Mom, have we struck it rich?"

"This is nothing."

Everything is tidied up.

Song Xianglan went to complete the discharge procedures.

The mother and daughter, carrying bundles of money and gold bars tucked into their arms as if they were carrying bombs, hailed a tricycle and went straight to school to ask for leave, then rode their bicycles home.

home.

The gate was closed.

Song Xianglan poured the gold bars onto the table.

"A full twenty-six pieces!"

Song Xianglan took a sip of water.

Then he vividly recounted how he had followed Shi Dawei, overheard him and his mistress plotting a robbery, and how they ended up setting fire to the place and dominating the robbery.

"This is called 'the first to strike wins, the last to strike suffers.'"

Song Xianglan slammed her hand on the table, lecturing her daughter, "You can't deal with this kind of person using martial arts. He's even trying to rob us, is it too much for me to ask him for some compensation for emotional distress?"

Song Tingting was stunned.

Looking at that pile of gold bars, and then at his mother, his eyes were full of stars.

"Not at all, not at all."

Song Xianglan snorted and put the gold bars away.

"Remember this, this is called double-crossing. From now on, anyone who dares to scheme against us will suffer the consequences."

Shi Dawei is destined to suffer this injustice in silence.

Do you dare call the police?

He wouldn't dare to possess that ill-gotten wealth even if he had eight times the courage!