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

An Xiyang just wanted to get to Zhou Fang's side. "Aunt Song, let's go over there quickly. Zhou Fang is alone, but there are so many people in the Zhou family."

"it is good."

……

The hoe was raised, creating a whistling sound.

"Clang!"

With a loud crash, the rough porcelain bowls and plates on the kitchen table shattered into pieces on the floor.

Leftover soup splattered everywhere.

Before Zhou Ersao's scream could even escape her throat, Zhou Fang swung the hoe at the red lacquered cabinet next to her.

The cabinet door was smashed open, leaving a large hole, and wood chips flew everywhere.

"He's gone mad! He's killed someone!"

So frightened was Zhou Ersao that she sat down on the ground with a thud, kicking her legs and desperately trying to pull herself back.

Zhou Fang's eyes were bloodshot, like a wild beast out of control.

He had had enough.

I endured it until today when my own mother came to beat me up, and I endured it until my wife was beaten up.

Since they won't let me pass.

Then let's not live together anymore.

Pots, pans, water tanks, stoves—anything in sight was smashed. The deafening ping-pong of the table tennis caused dust to fall from the roof.

They smashed the kitchen and the main room.

"Oh God! You beast struck by lightning!" Zhou Ersao screamed at the top of her lungs as she looked at the mess on the ground.

The eldest, second, fourth, and fifth sons of the Zhou family also rushed back upon hearing the news.

When I saw my house was smashed like this...

Anger surged within him, and he grabbed a shovel, broom, and hoe from the corner of the wall, ready to strike.

"Zhou Laosan, I'll smash you to death."

Huang Ronghua, Liu Yukun, and Wang Zhihe were panting heavily, each holding a weapon in their hands.

Judging from this situation...

Without saying a word, she rushed to Zhou Fang's side and protected him.

"What are you doing? Bullying the few with the many of you, huh?"

Wang Zhihe laid the carrying pole across his hand.

He stood in front of Zhou Fang.

Turning her head, she called out to Song Xianglan, who had arrived a step later, "Godmother, are you alright?"

Granny Zhou stared wide-eyed at Song Xianglan.

Liu Chunhua happened to squeeze into the crowd of onlookers and, upon hearing this, couldn't help but ask:

"Old Song, why do they call you godmother?"

Song Xianglan walked up to the group of young men, her back ramrod straight.

"Xiang Dong and Zhou Fang and the others have been friends since they were little. On the Lantern Festival, the kids kowtowed at my house and became sworn brothers. Since they called me godmother, then they are my children."

Old man Zhou stood on the steps with his hands behind his back, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

He hated women like Song Xianglan the most; they were ruthless and cruel, even daring to send their bed partners to labor camps.

Now they're interfering in the Zhou family's domestic affairs.

"Song Xianglan, even if she's adopted as a godparent, she's still a godchild." A senior uncle from the Zhou family walked out, tapping his cane on the ground with a thud. "As long as he's surnamed Zhou, he's a Zhou family member. Parents disciplining their sons is a matter of course, and it's no outsider's place to interfere."

Zhou Fang dropped the hoe he was holding.

He turned around, his chest heaving violently, his eyes chillingly cold. "From the day I was adopted by my uncle, I was no longer your son."

The courtyard was deathly silent.

Zhou Fang stared at his parents and said, word by word:

"On the ancestral hall and genealogy, I am listed under my uncle's name. I am to inherit his lineage, and he will also be my father in the future. As for you..."

"I give them money every month because of the bond we formed over raising them."

Since you're shameless enough to embezzle my money and then beat my wife, then this relationship is over for the day.

If you dare cause trouble at my house again, don't blame me for being ruthless; I'll burn this house to the ground.

"You dare?"

Old Zhou, wielding a shovel, was about to charge over, shouting, "If you dare to burn it down, I'll burn down your dilapidated house too!"

"Why don't you try burning one?"

Song Xianglan put her hands on her hips and said, "That house was rented to Zhou Fang. You burned it down, and I'll go to the police station to report you for arson. I'll make you pay for it until you're penniless and go to jail."

Old Zhou's hand, holding the shovel, froze in mid-air, caught in a dilemma.

Song Xianglan is a strange woman. When she says she's sending someone in, she really means it. Nobody dares to gamble on it.

"What are you doing? It's just after the New Year, and you're all just sitting around doing nothing?"

A loud shout rang out.

The captain, his face dark, pushed through the crowd and walked in.

Looking at the mess in the yard, the brigade leader was so angry that his head ached.

He pointed at the Zhou family elders and started cursing:

"You kicked your children out of the house on the eve of the Lunar New Year and didn't even give them a single grain of rice. Who in the whole village doesn't know about the despicable things you did?"

Now look what's happened! Just when things were starting to look up for them, you guys went and robbed them and beat them up.

"If your parents treat you like this, they might as well just hang themselves now. They won't be afraid of the King of Hell settling accounts with them after they're gone."

The brigade leader had extremely high prestige in the village.

These words were extremely harsh.

The old man of the Zhou family had his face ripped off, and for a long time he didn't dare to utter a single word.

Granny Zhou didn't dare to howl, shrinking her neck like a quail.

With work points and a letter of introduction in his hands, who would dare offend the brigade leader?

Zhou Fang took An Xiyang's hand and said, "I would never step into this lousy place again, even if you begged me."

The group left in a grand procession, leaving behind only broken porcelain shards and rotten furniture.

Granny Zhou looked at the smashed cabinet.

Finally, she couldn't hold back anymore and burst into tears.

"My locker! My money! I won't be able to get any of the money that damned brother-in-law sent me anymore..."

"Ah... I'm bankrupt..."

The cries were mournful and piercing.

But no one sympathized with them.

They left the Zhou family compound.

Zhou Fang's tense shoulders finally relaxed when they reached the entrance to the woods.

He released An Xiyang's hand and looked down at his mud-covered shoes.

hoarse voice:

"Were you scared?"

Anxi Yang shook her head.

The man in front of her, who was usually quiet and reserved, had gone to great lengths to protect her today.

She stepped forward.

She reached out and wrapped her arms around Zhou Fang's waist, pressing her face against his chest, which was covered in sweat and dust.

"Zhou Fang, you still have me and the child."

"We are your closest family."

Zhou Fang stiffened, then hugged her tightly in return.

This was the first time An Xiyang had hugged him since they got married.

"I'm sorry, I've made you suffer with me." Zhou Fang bent down and buried his head in the crook of her neck, his eyes burning.

Anxi Yang's voice was muffled.

"Life was really tough back when I was a sent-down youth, but now I have a home."

Two children suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

At this moment, she pounced on him and hugged his leg.

Zhou Fang bent down, hoisted his eldest son onto his back, and scooped up his younger son in his arms. An Xiyang walked beside him and patted the dust off his back.

The sunlight cast long shadows of the family of four.

……

Time flew by after this farce.

Before she knew it, it was time for Shen Huijun to register at the school.

Song Xianglan was going to take Shen Huijun to the new city and take the opportunity to check out the market.

The new city is a coastal city with unlimited future development potential, and Song Xianglan is thinking about buying some property there.

Song Tingting insisted on going to see Shen Huijun off.

Unfortunately, school didn't give us a holiday, so I had to go to class with a pout.

The night before departure.

An Xiyang and Zhou Fang brought their child to the Song family.

"Godmother, I'm planning to take west Yang to Hai City. We'll take the train from Xincheng tomorrow." Zhou Fang was worried about An Xi Yang traveling alone, so he decided to accompany her and stay in Hai City for a few days.

Song Xianglan's eyes lit up.

Shanghai is the most prosperous place in the country.

The presence of many wealthy people also serves as a trendsetter.

In her past life, Zhou Fang was unable to separate from her family, and on the last day, she stopped her family from letting An Xiyang leave.

Everything will be different in this life.

I hope they will have a happy ending.

"Going to Haishi just to play is no fun; we should make some money while we're at it." Song Xianglan closed the door mysteriously.

An Xiyang and Shen Huijun were talking in the main room when Song Xianglan dragged two large sacks out of the bedroom.

Once the zipper is opened, inside are colorful and in-demand items.

"This is a digital watch, this is an imported watch, and these are all clothes that are currently popular on the other side of the strait and in Hong Kong."

Song Xianglan picked up a batwing shirt and held it up, saying, "People in Haishi are sophisticated and know their stuff. These things would sell for double the price over there. Especially these digital watches, they'd sell as many as they could."

Zhou Fang looked at the sack of things, and his Adam's apple bobbed.

This isn't just merchandise, it's all money!

"Godmother, this capital..."

"Take it to sell first, then we'll calculate the cost when you get back."

Song Xianglan waved her hand dismissively, "Keep the profits for yourself to start your business. If Huang Ronghua and the others want to sell goods in the future, they can come to me for supplies. I'll give you all a uniform price."

Zhou Fang knew that his godmother was trying to help him.

He nodded emphatically, "Don't worry, I'll earn back the cost of the ticket on this trip."

"Should we bring Da Bao and Er Bao too?"

"I'm not bringing it; it'll be too much trouble on the road."

Zhou Fang tied the sack tightly. "Yu Kun is staying at my house. I'll help look after him for a few days. That kid doesn't want to stay at his house either."

Zhou Fang's family sat for a while before leaving with their sacks.

Song Xianglan was also busy packing Shen Huijun's luggage.

Besides bedding and a washbasin, she specially packed a snakeskin bag containing a digital watch and some clothes, both men's and women's.

"Mom, this..."

"Xincheng is also a big city, with many students from other places studying here. Don't just focus on your studies on campus; spread these things out, and then you can develop a network of people to help you sell the goods."

"I'll ship it to you from Qingyang."

Shen Huijun felt happy just thinking about it, and then she thought that once she got to school and her business started, she would write letters to her older brother and sister.

Early the next morning.

The sky was just beginning to lighten.

A group of people gathered at the village entrance.

Besides Song Xianglan, Shen Huijun, and Zhou Fang and his wife, there were also Cong Ying and another male educated youth who returned to the city.

The tractor sputtered and puffed out black smoke as it carried the group of hopeful young people toward the dock.

Take a bus to the new city.

The two groups were about to separate.

Zhou Fang, An Xiyang, Cong Ying, and the male educated youth were going to transfer to Haishi.

Shen Huijun and Song Xianglan are going to Xincheng University.

"Godmother, I'll come see you again when I come back for summer vacation." An Xiyang waved her hand, her face beaming with a radiance she had never shown before.

"Be careful. Don't flaunt your wealth!" Song Xianglan shouted.

Song Xianglan was filled with mixed emotions.

When these young people return from this trip, their fates will likely be completely rewritten.

Song Xianglan led Shen Huijun straight to Xincheng University.

New City University is nestled between mountains and the sea, and you can smell the salty, humid sea air right at the school gate.

The massive school gate stands tall and imposing.

The large characters gleamed in the sunlight.

"This is what university is like." Shen Huijun looked up, her eyes full of longing.

Watching this scene, Song Xianglan felt a surge of emotion. She had never been able to attend university in either her past or present life.