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

Uncle Zhao's house is located on the back street of the county government. It is a three-room brick house with a courtyard and a very impressive red brick wall.

The yard was kept in perfect order.

Flowers and plants are planted there.

It's just that nobody's taking care of it right now, so it's all withered branches and fallen leaves.

An old man was slumped in a wheelchair at the entrance of the main room.

His head was tilted to one side, drool dripped from the corner of his mouth, his left hand was twitching and his right hand was twitching, and one leg was kicking incessantly.

Song Xiangmei glanced at the old man's thin jacket, the collar of which was covered in oil stains and crumbs from steamed buns.

This doesn't look like a retired senior official at all.

He's no different from that crazy, idiot who's left unattended at the village entrance.

I'm watching.

A woman in her forties came out of the house.

He had short hair and a fierce look in his eyes.

Zhao Mingxiu looked Song Xiangmei up and down, especially noticing Song Xiangmei's rough hands, and nodded in satisfaction.

"Can you read?" Zhao Mingxiu asked.

"She knows a few people and can read the newspaper," Nie Laoda quickly boasted for his mother. "My mother is meticulous and efficient."

Zhao Mingxiu snorted and, without saying a word, pointed to the bedroom on the west side.

"Don't go in yet, tidy up that room first so I can take a look."

Old Master Nie nudged Song Xiangmei.

"Mom, hurry up and show them what you've got."

Song Xiangmei didn't hesitate either; she rolled up her sleeves and headed to the west room.

The moment my hand touched the doorknob, a nauseating stench seeped out from under the door. It was the smell of excrement and urine fermenting over time, mixed with the sour, putrid odor of the old man, assaulting my very senses.

"Ugh..." Zhao Xiaofang covered her mouth and jumped back two steps.

Old Master Nie's expression changed as well. He quickly pulled his scarf up to cover his mouth and nose, and mumbled, "Mom, this is a test for you!"

Song Xiangmei held her breath and pushed open the door.

Good guy.

This is no bedroom.

It's practically a cesspool.

Dirty clothes were scattered all over the floor, and the bedding on the bed was so black that its original color was unrecognizable. It seemed that the old man usually relieved himself in bed.

The feces were all dried up.

"How...how can anyone live here?" Song Xiangmei wanted to leave.

Zhao Mingxiu spoke coolly:

"If you were so easy to please, why would I pay you to do anything?"

"capable."

Old Master Nie grabbed Song Xiangmei, who was about to leave, and said through gritted teeth in a low voice, "Mom, think about Xiaochuan, think about that 180. If you leave, Xiaochuan will only be able to find a divorced woman."

When Nie Xiaochuan was mentioned.

Song Xiangmei's fighting spirit kicked in.

She tied the scarf tightly behind her head.

Cover your mouth and nose.

As soon as they entered the room, they started tearing off the bed sheets.

Those beddings were already soaked in feces and urine and would fall apart if torn.

Song Xiangmei rolled up all the unusable items into a ball and dragged it to the yard like a dead dog, throwing some away directly.

Some can even be soaked and washed.

Zhao Mingxiu covered her nose; her deep-set eyebrows were so thick they could trap a fly.

She whispered to Old Master Nie and his wife in the yard:

"As you can see, my dad's condition is something most people couldn't handle."

Give your mom twenty-five yuan a month. Also, give her eight yuan for food for two people. But I have one condition: have your mom find her old hag's pension book and bankbook.

Zhao Mingxiu served her for more than ten days.

They practically turned the house upside down, but they still couldn't find their pension book or bankbook.

Old Master Nie's eyes darted around.

He was mentally calculating everything.

Even if you find the passbook, you don't necessarily have to give it to Zhao Mingxiu; just give her the pension booklet.

Just imagine, the days of getting rich quick are just around the corner.

"We have a condition: you only give my mom fifteen yuan, and give us the other ten yuan."

Boss Nie rubbed his hands together. "And what about the referral fee?"

Zhao Mingxiu took out five yuan as a referral fee: "This is a referral fee. If that old man dies or runs away, I will hold you responsible. From now on, you can come and collect your salary every month. I will give the salary to you, and you can give your mother as much as you like."

"That's great! Don't worry, my mom was born to serve people." Boss Nie took the money, his face beaming with joy.

Zhao Xiaofang shamelessly said that her mother-in-law was born to be a hard worker.

The three of them didn't avoid Old Man Zhao at all, as if he were a useless dead man.

Song Xiangmei was busy working in the house.

After pouring several buckets of water, the floor shone brightly.

Open the windows to ventilate, throw out the old quilts, and replace them with new cotton quilts found in the closet.

By the time she came out with the basin, the three people in the yard had long since disappeared.

"Eldest brother? Eldest brother's eldest brother?" Song Xiangmei called out twice.

The only sound was the wind rustling through the bare branches.

She turned to look at Old Zhao in his wheelchair. The old man was still sobbing, his cloudy eyes staring at her, his gaze not fierce, but rather pitiful.

"Alas, children are all debts."

Song Xiangmei sighed and pushed the old man into the kitchen.

She quickly lit the coal stove.

She boiled a large pot of water, closed the door, and without caring about the dirt, quickly stripped the old man naked. His body was so thin he was skin and bones, and his groin was covered in festering sores.

"You've been an official your whole life, and this is how you end up in your old age."

Song Xiangmei wiped his body.

He muttered to himself, "Children are a debt, and my sons are no better; they'd rather bleed you dry. We're in the same boat."

After being rubbed with hot water, Old Zhao's convulsing body gradually calmed down.

After changing him into a clean cotton shirt and putting on a diaper, Song Xiangmei wrapped a thick scarf around his neck.

Are you hungry?

Old Zhao blinked and made a "hehe" sound in his throat.

"Wait."

Song Xiangmei worked quickly and efficiently, cracking two eggs, skimming off the foam, steaming them until tender, and drizzling a few drops of sesame oil on top.

The aroma came out.

Old Zhao's eyes widened in astonishment.

Song Xiangmei didn't mind his drooling and fed him little by little with a spoon.

The old man ate too quickly and almost choked.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you." Song Xiangmei patted his back. "I don't want anything from you, I just want to do this job well and earn some money for my youngest son to get married. As the eldest sister, I can't let my youngest son really rely on my third sister to get married."

She also wanted to earn more money so that her third sister could have someone to rely on.

Old Zhao finished his steamed egg custard.

His eyesight has improved considerably.

Song Xiangmei pushed him out into the yard to sunbathe, and then she cleaned the other two rooms, the storage room, and the toilet.

After all that work...

The sun had risen to its zenith and moved slightly westward.

She went to the kitchen to look for food, and her heart sank.

The rice jar is cleaner than a face, and the oil bottle doesn't drip even when turned upside down. Is this the kind of life that daughter provides for her father?

"What does this old man eat?"

Song Xiangmei came out cursing and covered the old man with a blanket: "Brother, we're out of food at home, I have to take you out to buy some."

Old Zhao, still drawing the number seven with his right hand, laboriously pointed to the stack of books on the table in the main room.

"What?"

"Book...book..." The old man's mouth was crooked, and he couldn't pronounce the words clearly.

Song Xiangmei walked over and picked up the top red-covered copy of "Selected Works of Mao Zedong".

When I opened it, wow!

Inside the book cover.

It contained a few grain coupons, meat coupons, and a few 10,000-yuan bills.

Song Xiangmei glanced back at Old Man Zhao, her feelings indescribable.

There are so many cunning people in this city.

That girl was outwitting her own father.

"Okay, having a ticket makes things easier."

Song Xiangmei tucked the ticket into her bosom, pushed her wheelchair, and went out the door.

I bought ten kilograms of rice, two kilograms of wheat flour, eggs, mustard greens, radishes, and two kilograms of rapeseed oil.

The old man is weak; he can't just eat vegetables, he needs to eat meat.

Even with meat coupons, you still have to queue, and you can't necessarily get a meat every day.

She gritted her teeth and went into the post office.

I dialed the phone number of the Xiaoquan Brigade headquarters.

The call connected, and she shouted into the receiver, "Looking for Song Xianglan! Tell her I'm her older sister, Song Xiangmei. Have her bring me some vegetables, pork bones, and pork. The address is on the back street of the county government building..."

I hung up the phone.

Song Xiangmei felt much more at ease.

She pushed the old man back to the small courtyard, and the more she looked at the flowers and plants, the more displeased she became.

This stuff can neither be eaten nor drunk.

What are you doing occupying the land?

"This land is fertile; it would be great to plant some vegetables, scallions, ginger, and garlic."

Just do it.

Song Xiangmei found a hoe and quickly dug up the flowers and plants, then threw them into the corner.

Old Zhao, in his wheelchair, stared wide-eyed, yelling "Ah ah!" as his left leg cramped and his right leg kicked, his face turning red with anger.

That was a prized breed that he had been raising for several years!

"What are you yelling about? Can flowers be eaten?" Song Xiangmei turned over the soil with her hoe. "In a couple of days, I'll catch a couple more chickens to raise, and they'll lay eggs for you every day. Isn't that better than looking at these wretched flowers?"

Old Zhao was so angry that he rolled his eyes.

In the end, there was nothing they could do.

They could only watch helplessly as their garden turned into a vegetable patch.

Regardless of whether he was angry or not, Song Xiangmei squatted down and picked out the shepherd's purse from the weeds one by one: "This is good stuff, I'll make spring rolls for you tomorrow."

……

When Song Xianglan received the letter, her heart skipped a beat.

I'm worried that something might happen to my honest older sister.

She didn't dare to delay and rode her bike straight to the slaughterhouse. She asked Liu Yidao to cut five catties of pork belly, five catties of pork shoulder, two marrow-containing tube bones, a pig liver, and three catties of spare ribs.

I rode to the county town as if I were riding on wheels of fire.

Following the address, Song Xianglan found the small red-brick courtyard, parked her car, and went up to bang on the door loudly.

"Song Xiangmei. Eldest sister, open the door."

The door creaked open.

Eyes facing each other.

Seeing Song Xianglan covered in sweat, Song Xiangmei smiled like a blooming chrysanthemum: "Oh dear, Third Sister. I told you to come tomorrow, why are you here now?"

Song Xianglan rolled her eyes at her, annoyed.

"I'm afraid you'll be sold out and still be helping the seller count the money. Did your eldest son send you here?"

"Come in, I want to make some money too."