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

The one who entered the hospital was Song Xiangmei.

She had changed completely in just a short time.

His once sour face now glowed with a rosy glow, and his cheeks had become plumper. He was wearing a brand-new dark red cotton-padded jacket and a knitted hat, making him look several years younger than before.

He was carrying two net bags, stuffed full of them.

"Third Sister, I've come to see you." Song Xiangmei put her things on the stone table in the courtyard, her tone revealing a cheerfulness she hadn't shown before.

Shen Huijun quickly poured a bowl of malted milk powder and handed it over.

"Auntie, it's cold outside, have a hot drink."

Song Xiangmei took the bowl, her eyes glued to Shen Huijun. "Xiangdong's wife, right? She's really pretty, her features are like a movie star in a magazine."

talking.

She was about to reach into her pocket.

"It's the first time I meet my nephew's wife, so I have to give her a red envelope."

Shen Huijun blushed and turned to run away, but Song Xiangmei stopped her.

"You cannot refuse a gift from an elder; take it."

Song Xiangmei pulled out a ten-yuan note from her inner pocket, but looked around and couldn't find any red paper.

He asked Song Xianglan, "Third sister, find me a piece of red paper to wrap this up."

Song Xianglan smiled and pushed her hand away.

"Why are you fussing over that when you're a family? Besides, keep that money for yourself. Ten dollars is ten days' wages for you."

"That won't do; the rules can't be disregarded."

Song Xiangmei had a stern face.

They waited until Song Tingting brought over red paper, wrapped it neatly in a square, and stuffed it into Shen Huijun's hand. "Here! Auntie gets a salary now. Brother Zhao is kind; he raised it to thirty yuan for me."

Shen Huijun then answered.

She called out sweetly:

"Thank you, Auntie."

Seeing her elder sister's energetic spirit, Song Xianglan felt happy.

"It seems the job with the Zhao family is going smoothly."

Song Xiangmei took a sip of malted milk powder and felt warmer.

"Brother Zhao is very grateful to Miss Congying. Now he can walk around on his own and speak fluently."

A few days ago, his youngest daughter, Zhao Mingxiu, came to cause trouble again, trying to snatch the property ownership certificate and bankbook.

The old man was furious.

This time, Brother Zhao didn't tolerate it. He called the police and had them driven away, saying he wanted to sever ties.

Song Xianglan raised an eyebrow: "The old man has a tough attitude."

Song Xiangmei opened the net bag and took things out one by one.

"Brother Zhao said that it was his life savings accumulated in the provincial capital, which he brought back because he wanted to retire in his hometown."

My children all live in the provincial capital.

This youngest daughter lives in the county. We were hoping she would support us in our old age, but she turned out to be an ungrateful wretch.

The old man has come to terms with it. He says he doesn't want to guess what his children are thinking and plans to hire me as a long-term caregiver, providing room and board and paying me a salary.

The table was soon piled high with things.

Imported liqueur-filled chocolates, two large lobsters, abalone, fish maw, sea cucumber, and even two bottles of Moutai and two cartons of cigarettes.

In this day and age, that is the most extravagant gift.

Song Xianglan was astonished:

"This is too precious, you should keep it for yourself to nourish your body."

Song Xiangmei pushed the things into Song Xianglan's arms, "Brother Zhao gave them to me, saying they were my year-end bonus. I figured these good things would just go to waste if I took them home, so I thought I'd let you guys have a taste."

"The Nie family's wild boars can't eat fine bran."

Mentioning that home, Song Xiangmei's smile turned colder:

"My eldest son caused another scene with me. The old woman is afraid that her children and grandchildren won't mourn her death, so she's gotten back together with those beasts."

I'm bringing two pounds of garlic shoots with me when I go home for the Chinese New Year. Take it or leave it.

She paused.

He spat again:

"They'd be doing a disservice to the dog if they said they were feeding it. A well-trained dog will wag its tail. They're not even as good as dogs."

Song Xianglan felt relieved to hear this.

"Okay, since you've thought it through, I support you."

Song Xianglan didn't stand on ceremony and accepted the gifts. She then went to the kitchen and filled a large plate with braised pork. "Take these with you and let Xiao Chuan try them."

Song Xiangmei did not refuse.

"Xiao Chuan often went to the county to help me with chores. He was always the one who bought rice, wheat, and flour and carried Brother Zhao to the hospital."

She picked up her things and was about to leave.

"Let Xiang Dong take you," Song Xianglan called out.

Song Xiangdong wiped his hands, and Shen Huijun followed him out.

Song Xiangdong rode his tricycle and took Song Xiangmei back home.

Song Xiangmei had just left.

A menacing figure appeared right at the entrance of the Song family compound.

Zhou Fang's mother stood menacingly at the door, her eyes swollen and red like two walnuts.

Song Xianglan was rubbing garlic and salt onto a cooked duck in the yard.

She asked right off the bat:

"Song Xianglan, was it you who lent that dilapidated house to Zhou Fang to live in?"

Song Xianglan straightened up, her hands continuing their work.

The garlic and salt should be rubbed in vigorously while the duck is still hot to allow the flavors to penetrate.

"It was borrowed from Xiang Dong," I nodded.

"What are you up to?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou's mother exploded, pointing at Song Xianglan and jumping up and down, "I knew that unfilial son had no right to separate from me. It turns out you were the one stirring up trouble."

You should kick them out right away.

Staying outside during the Lunar New Year? People will gossip about me if word gets out.

Song Xianglan sneered:

"So you know you're afraid of people talking behind your back? Who was it that drove your own son and his family to their deaths last night? If you were really afraid of losing face, you wouldn't have gone to such extremes."

"That's my family matter! It's none of your business!"

Zhou's mother wiped her nose and said, "I did it for the good of the family. If I don't keep an eye on her, that Anxi Yangxin will become wild."

What's so great about getting into university?

If he grows up and runs off with someone else, Zhou Fang will be left a bachelor again.

"How wonderful it would be if they gave me all their money, and I would keep it for them."

Song Xianglan thought it was a joke.

"In the end, all the money went into the pockets of your eldest and second sons? Zhou Fang didn't even get a single tile?"

"That's to be expected."

Zhou's mother stiffened her neck and said righteously, "He has the ability to earn money, so what's wrong with helping his brother? Besides, he already owes this family a debt."

Song Xianglan frowned: "He's always done the most work and eaten the least since he was little. What does he owe you?"

Zhou's mother felt as if her tail had been stepped on.

Suddenly agitated, he lowered his voice but couldn't hide his fierce determination:

"Back then, my brother-in-law survived and smuggled himself to Luzon to find my brother-in-law. My father decided to have Zhou Fang, who had just turned one year old, adopted by my brother-in-law! He was afraid that the family line would end!"

Song Xianglan was taken aback; she had never heard of this before.

What Zhou's mother didn't mention was that in recent years, her brother-in-law had been sending letters and money back from abroad, saying it was for Zhou Fang's upbringing and money for getting married, and that he would let Zhou Fang take over his shop in Luzon in the future.

She felt that Zhou Fang was sucking the blood of the other brothers.

If someone else had been adopted at that time, the enormous wealth would have gone to that person later.

She had to make Zhou Fang and his wife obey her and stay under her control. That way, she could control her brother-in-law's assets, and as for her brother-in-law in Luzon, he had his own large family and wouldn't bother with them at all.

"That's your own son. How can you be so heartless just because you adopted him?"

Stop pretending to be a good person!

Zhou's mother wasn't angry when she was exposed; instead, she became even more arrogant. "You get rid of her right now, or I'll go to the brigade headquarters and make a scene, saying that you, Song Xianglan, are sowing discord and breaking up other people's families!"

"roll!"

Song Xianglan stood up and pushed her with her hands covered in garlic paste.

"You're so brainless you're practically skin and bones. If you can't understand human language, go sit at the same table as the dogs and don't dirty my land!"

Zhou's mother had garlic paste smeared all over her face.

He retreated in a fit of rage, hurling insults at everyone.

"You, Song Xianglan! What kind of trash are you to dare lecture me? You deserve Yang Dashan's rejection, and the whole litter you raised is no better. Stop pretending to be so high and mighty!"

"Smack."

"Smack."

Song Xianglan slapped him twice, left and right: "If you dare to spew filth again, I'll tear your mouth apart."

Zhou's mother was stunned by the beating.

I was just about to throw a tantrum.

"Well played!"

Liu Chounu held a handful of melon seeds in her hand, spat out a mouthful of melon seed shells, which landed right on Zhou's mother's headscarf.

"Hey, old hag Zhou, have you no shame?"

Liu Chounv had a loud voice, as if she wanted the whole village to hear her, "I heard everything just now. Even animals aren't as shameless as you! It's a good thing we don't do public criticism anymore, otherwise we'd have a big poster plastered around your neck and parade you through the streets!"

Zhou's mother turned deathly pale. "You...you gossipy woman..."

"So what if I'm a gossip? I'm still better than you, with your black heart and rotten lungs."

Liu Chounu flung the sunflower seed shells in her hand, scattering them like a shower of flowers at Zhou's mother. "You kicked your son out of the house in the dead of winter, and you still dare to come here and whine. Get out of here right now. If you don't leave, I'll throw a chamber pot on you."

Knowing she wouldn't get away with it, Zhou's mother covered her face and spat angrily, "We'll see!"

After saying that, he slunk away.