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

Early in the morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Nie Xiaochuan pedaled his tricycle, carrying Cong Ying and Song Xianglan, straight to the county town despite the cold wind.

The Zhao Family Courtyard.

The vegetable plots in the yard were turned over neatly.

Old Zhao, wrapped in a thick cotton-padded coat, sat on the porch basking in the sun. His mouth was crooked, the sour smell on his body was gone, and his hair was neatly combed.

I heard a noise.

Song Xiangmei came out of the house with a rag in her hand.

Upon seeing the person who arrived, his face lit up with a smile.

"Third sister, so early."

"mom!"

Nie Xiaochuan's shout was heart-wrenching.

He rushed over and grabbed Song Xiangmei's hand, his eyes instantly turning red, like a child who had suffered a great injustice.

"Mom, come home with me, let's quit."

Song Xiangmei was startled and tried to pull her hand back, but her son held it tightly.

"What's wrong with you, child?"

"I won't let you serve others."

Nie Xiaochuan's throat tightened. "Cleaning up your excrement and urine. No matter how poor our family is, we can't let you suffer like this. At worst, I won't get married; I'll be happy to remain a bachelor for life."

His words revealed a simple and honest quality.

Song Xiangmei almost burst into tears.

She quickly realized what was happening and slapped Nie Xiaochuan's hand hard.

"How old are you? Why are you still so easily startled?"

Song Xiangmei pulled her hand back. "Who said I'm suffering? I'm living a comfortable life here!"

Nie Xiaochuan pointed at Old Man Zhao, who was paralyzed in a wheelchair.

"Is it comfortable to serve him?"

Song Xiangmei pulled her son aside and said, "Every day at home, I have to get up before dawn to cook, prepare pig feed, clean the house, and do laundry."

After feeding and caring for the whole family, they still had to go to the fields, go into the mountains to chop firewood and pick mushrooms.

We don't even have a hot drink of water all day long, and we have to run to the toilet. Our family is large, a whopping ten or more people.

Song Xiangmei pointed to the courtyard.

"I'll serve this one mouth right here."

I go out to buy groceries in the morning, cook a meal when I get back, and tidy up the yard when I have nothing else to do.

Although this older brother can't move, he's not difficult to take care of. Compared to being a slave at home, this is like enjoying a life of leisure.

Nie Xiaochuan was stunned.

He's straightforward.

I've never really thought about what kind of life my mother led at home.

"Besides, I still get fifteen yuan a month in wages!"

Song Xiangmei's tone carried a hint of satisfaction, "Fifteen yuan, that's cash."

"What the hell?"

Song Xianglan stood by and listened the whole time.

His brow furrowed deeply. "How much did you say?"

"Fifteen yuan," Song Xiangmei said honestly.

Song Xianglan sneered and turned to stare at Old Man Zhao.

His gaze was like a knife, making Old Zhao shudder.

Although Old Zhao's mouth and eyes were crooked, his mind was not confused.

He blinked frantically, making a "hoho" sound in his throat.

He looked completely innocent.

That means: I'm innocent! My unfilial daughter gave me twenty-five.

"Alright, we'll talk about this later."

Song Xianglan didn't point it out on the spot, since Boss Nie wouldn't get the money anyway.

"Cong Ying, this is the patient I told you about."

Cong Ying stepped forward carrying a medical kit.

When Old Zhao saw this, his eyes widened in surprise.

In the past, weren't all the doctors who treated him old, white-bearded Chinese medicine practitioners?

The young girl in front of him, with her still-shaven face, is she using this old man as practice?

"Aww...! Aba... Aba!"

Old Zhao got anxious.

He twisted and turned in his wheelchair, muttering incoherent curses.

Although the words were unclear, judging from the ferocious expression, he was definitely cursing Song Xianglan as a vicious woman who had cheated him out of his antiques and wanted to kill him.

"Shut up."

Song Xianglan reacted quickly, snatching the scarf from Old Man Zhao's neck and stuffing it into his mouth.

The world became quiet instantly.

"Cong Ying, stab me. Stab me as hard as you can." Song Xianglan clapped her hands. "As long as you don't kill me, try to keep me alive."

"That old man looks down on you."

Cong Ying: "..."

She took a deep breath, opened the medicine box, and took out the row of silver needles.

The little girl usually looks quiet, but her eyes change immediately when she picks up a needle.

Nie Xiaochuan was terrified.

"Mom, is this okay? It looks terrifying."

"Your third aunt knows what she's doing."

Song Xiangmei believed her younger sister more, saying, "The acupuncture is to cure the illness."

To reassure her son, she explained:

"Xiao Chuan, Mom really didn't suffer. I had pork rib porridge this morning, and also two big meat buns. I'm thinking of making spring rolls for lunch later; we only eat them once a year at home, during the Qingming Festival."

Nie Xiaochuan's anger slowly subsided.

When Mom is at home, let alone eating ribs, she has to leave even a good piece of meat for others.

I had acupuncture for fifty minutes.

After removing the needles, Cong Ying decided to try the small needle knife.

"Aunt Song, I'd like to try this." Cong Ying hesitated, "but I'm a little inexperienced."

Without a second thought, Song Xianglan said, "This old man has thick skin and a tough body; he's just here for you to practice on. Without this strong medicine, how can his old bones heal quickly?"

Old Zhao burst into tears instantly.

woo woo woo...

That wicked woman! Don't let that wicked woman in again!

Cong Ying accurately located the acupoints and began her treatment.

With his mouth gagged, Old Zhao's veins bulged all over his body, and cold sweat instantly soaked through his clothes.

The treatment is over.

Old Zhao lay on the bed, his eyes rolling back, as if he had been pulled out of the water.

Song Xiangmei quickly took the hot water to wash herself.

"Mom, I'll do it!"

Nie Xiaochuan snatched the towel.

He was quick and strong, and in no time he turned Old Zhao over, cleaned him up, and even changed him into a dry set of clothes.

As he wiped, he explained to the old man:

"Sir, don't blame my third aunt. She's sharp-tongued but soft-hearted, and the doctor she brought must be very capable."

A talented person is a hundred times better than a quack.

Old Zhao grunted twice.

I guess I listened.

This big, clumsy guy is quite adept at serving people.

It took until noon to finish.

Once Old Zhao recovered, he surprisingly grimaced and uttered a few words, one by one, "Stay...for...eating..."

Song Xianglan didn't stand on ceremony, "Big sister, I've come to buy groceries."

Song Xiangmei responded.

He went out with Song Xianglan.

On the way, Song Xianglan finally couldn't hold back:

"Sister, did you know that Boss Nie pocketed ten yuan of that twenty-five yuan salary?"

Song Xiangmei paused for a moment, her steps slowing down slightly.

He then gave a wry smile:

"He would never come to me if he didn't get something out of me, and he's quite content with a salary of fifteen dollars."

"Be content my ass."

Song Xianglan was exasperated. "When you get your wages next month, just tell that old man the money is yours. If Boss Nie dares to utter a word, beat him to death."

Song Xiangmei looked at her younger sister's domineering demeanor.

My heart feels warm.

He nodded in agreement.

I ate the spring rolls for lunch so much that my mouth was dripping with oil.

Oysters are fried until golden brown, then bean sprouts, snow peas, shredded carrots, cabbage, squid, eggs, cilantro, crushed peanuts, and seaweed are rolled into a thin, translucent spring roll.

One bite, and the fresh, fragrant, crisp, and sweet flavors explode in your mouth.

Song Xianglan ate several of them.

Old Zhao's mouth was crooked, so Nie Xiaochuan fed him four spring rolls.

Before leaving.

Cong Ying said she comes every day.

……

Time flies.

Before we knew it, it was the 28th day of the Lunar New Year.

The Song family courtyard was filled with the rich aroma of fried food.

Wearing an apron, Song Xianglan was in the kitchen with Song Tingting, frying spiced rolls and braised pork with vinegar. The oil sizzled, and the golden-brown rolls rolled in the oil, the aroma making Gou Sheng want to run over again.

"Mom, my mouth is greasy from eating this." Song Tingting smiled and picked up another piece of braised pork with vinegar.

"Mom, Tingting."

Song Tingting quickly ran out.

A tall figure stood at the door.

Dressed in a military green uniform, he stood tall and straight like a pine tree, with a large military bag on his shoulder, and Shen Huijun, wearing a scarf, stood beside him.

"elder brother."

Song Tingting screamed and shot out like a small cannonball.

Song Xiangdong dropped his pack and opened his arms to catch his sister who was rushing towards him.

"You impulsive little girl." Song Xiangdong patted his sister's head with his big hand.

Song Tingting snorted in dissatisfaction.

Turning my head away, tears gushed out like a burst dam.

"Why are you only getting back now...?"

If my older brother were home earlier, wouldn't Mom not have to suffer like this?

Song Xiangdong supported his younger sister's shoulder, looking at her tear-streaked face, and then at Song Xianglan, who was standing silently at the door.

He straightened his back and gave a military salute.

"Mom, I'm home."

Song Xianglan looked at Shen Huijun and said, "Huijun, come in and eat something."

Shen Huijun inhaled the aroma of oil in the air and said with a smile, "I'm just thinking about my mother's cooking."

Song Xiangdong brought in his military bag.

Song Xianglan had already handed chopsticks to him and Shen Huijun, and told Song Tingting to hurry up and tidy up the room.