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

As dusk fell, Song Tingting pushed the old bicycle into the courtyard.

Her hands were covered in black grime, her forehead was covered in sweat, and her bangs were sticking wetly to her forehead.

Liu Yukun was helping to set the table when he saw this and quickly went to greet the car.

"What's wrong?"

"The chain keeps falling off."

Song Tingting didn't mince words. She washed her hands in the basin in the yard, using almost half a bar of soap to produce a little white foam.

"But it's okay, I can just smash it back with a rock a couple of times."

Liu Yukun frowned as he listened.

"Going back and forth like this is too tiring. Tingting, why don't you live at school?"

As he spoke, he reached out to inspect the car.

They fixed the chain again.

Song Tingting shook the water droplets off her hands, grinned, and revealed a set of white teeth:

"I'm using this bike ride to memorize vocabulary; the wind keeps my mind clear and helps me memorize faster. Besides, if I don't come back, who will bring back so many interesting things about the county?"

Song Xianglan brought out a steaming pot of stewed fish.

He shouted, "Alright, stop standing there and eat!"

Song Tingting dried her hands and, instead of rushing to the table, went into the kitchen first.

Song Xiangmei was huddled by the stove adding firewood. The firelight made her face look flushed, and her eyelids were still swollen.

Auntie.

Song Tingting walked over and hugged Song Xiangmei's neck from behind.

He rubbed his face against her back.

"Hey, let me hug you. The past is behind us. You still have us. My mom is a tiger, and I'm a little tiger. We'll bite anyone who bullies you."

Song Xiangmei stiffened for a moment, tears welling up instantly. Afraid of burning the child, she quickly wiped her face haphazardly with her sleeve.

"Oh, Auntie knows, Auntie, this is...this is smoked."

The dinner table was bustling with activity.

Zhou Fang vividly recounted his experiences at the mirage.

"Those buildings were terrifyingly tall, and those trams could run with two long braids trailing behind them. The place was packed with people, like dumplings being dropped into a pot."

Huang Ronghua picked up a piece of fish belly meat for Tingting.

I casually asked:

"Tingting, are you going to apply to a university in Haishi? Want to go check out that big-breasted car?"

Song Tingting took a bite of rice, her cheeks bulging, and shook her head.

"No, I want to apply to a university in Beijing."

Hello Beijing!

Old Zhao, who hadn't said much until now, slapped his thigh, causing the small wine cup in his hand to sway.

"I always knew Tingting was a promising girl. I have a few old comrades-in-arms in Beijing. Although they've retired, the connections are still there. If you really pass the exam, your uncle will write you a letter to pave the way."

Everyone laughed, and the atmosphere was just right.

Halfway through the meal.

Erbao dropped the spoon in his hand onto the table, and his little head bobbed up and down like a chick pecking at rice.

Zhou Fang noticed the child was sleepy.

She put down her chopsticks and hugged her second child.

Song Xianglan pointed to the inner room.

"Take me to bed, it's noisy here."

Just as Zhou Fang was about to get up, Erbao in her arms suddenly woke up.

The little girl gripped Zhou Fang's collar tightly, her eyes filled with terror, and cried out in a trembling voice, "Daddy, don't go! Don't leave us!"

That shout.

The people at the table were stunned.

Zhou Fang's face instantly darkened, and she patted the child's back with heartache.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Daddy's just carrying you to bed, we're not going anywhere else."

Da Bao sat to one side, his little face scrunched up, put down his chopsticks and whispered:

"Dad, Xiao Tie from my second uncle's family said that Mom doesn't want us anymore. She's living a good life in the city. Xiao Tie also said that you, Dad, will abandon us too. You'll find a new wife and throw my brother and me up in the mountains to be fed to the wolves."

"Bullshit!"

Zhou Fang's eyes instantly turned red. "I think he's asking for trouble!"

Tears welled up in Da Bao's eyes: "Daddy, will Mommy really come back?"

Zhou Fang took a deep breath.

He pulled both children into his arms, his voice hoarse.

"Your mom is going to school to learn new skills. When summer vacation comes, Dad will take you to Haishi to find Mom. Our whole family will ride in the big-breasted carriage and eat cream cake."

"real?"

"I'd be a dog if I lied to you."

The two children then stopped crying and started laughing, and Da Bao felt relieved.

Song Xianglan's expression also turned sour upon seeing this scene.

The Zhou family is rotten to the core; they insist on poisoning the children's ears with the grievances between adults.

After the meal.

Liu Yukun and Old Zhao followed Zhou Fang back to spend the night together.

Before leaving, Song Xianglan called Zhou Fang aside.

"Is Anxi Yang not coming back this summer vacation?" Song Xianglan asked in a low voice.

Zhou Fang gave a wry smile.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket and wanted to light it.

He glanced at the child inside the room and then stuffed it back in.

"She won't come back. She doesn't like Koizumi Village, saying that the place suffocates her and is like a hand that's dragging her back into the mire."

I was thinking that once I had some money, I could take the child to visit her.

Song Xianglan sighed:

"Don't just focus on making money. It wasn't easy for her at school either. The interpersonal relationships in that environment were complicated, and she went back from the countryside, so she must be sensitive."

Write her more letters, show her you care and concern, and don't let her feel like you're just a burden.

Zhou Fang was stunned for a moment.

Nods emphatically.

"Godmother, I'll remember that."

"A man should have a mouth. It's not shameful to like your wife. If you like her, you should say it in the letter."

Zhou Fang blushed and agreed.

Another month has passed.

Song Xiangmei composed herself and went to the county town.

Lin Fang rented a small shop two streets away from Old Zhao's house.

The place isn't big, but the business is booming.

In the morning, they sell sweet potato porridge and savory porridge, accompanied by golden and crispy fried dough sticks, fried dates, water chestnut pastries, pickled cucumbers and oysters, scrambled eggs with preserved radish, and hand-torn cabbage, all of which exude a fresh and delicious aroma.

Lunch consisted of oyster rice, radish rice, taro rice, fish ball soup, squid and pig's feet soup, and astragalus and pig's heart soup...

Business was so good that Lin Fang couldn't handle it all by herself.

He called Tang Juhua over to help, gave her shares, and said that the two of them would be partners.

Now.

The Lin family is in an uproar.

Both Lin Mu's wife and Lin Gang's wife had red eyes.

The two secretly conspired to put pressure on Old Lin.

"Dad, you didn't see how wealthy Lin Fang is now."

Lin Mu's wife rolled her eyes while cracking sunflower seeds. "We shouldn't let this money go to outsiders. We wanted to help too. We're all family, so it doesn't matter who earns the money, right?"

Lin Gang's wife also said:

"Our whole family has no income. Your grandson can't even afford a piece of fruit candy."

Old Lin was smoking his pipe when he heard this and his mind started to wander, but when he thought of Tang Juhua's fiery temper, he shrank back.

"You can go and tell them yourselves; I'm not going to risk that."

"You're the elder father, isn't your word like an imperial edict?" Lin Gang's wife chimed in from the side.

As they were talking.

The courtyard gate was kicked open.

The ugly woman rushed in.

"I just heard someone fart at the door, it smelled so bad I couldn't open my eyes."

The ugly woman pointed at her two daughters-in-law and began to berate them:

"They can't even catch something hot when it's already eaten shit. They're all all talk and no action. They looked down on Xiaofang because she was unlucky and they were afraid she would bring bad luck into their homes, so they wouldn't even let her in the door."

Now that you see others making money, does that money not bring bad luck? Everyone's skin is as thick as a millstone, don't they have any shame?

Lin Mu's wife's face turned a deep shade of liver:

"Mom, how can you say that? We're just thinking about the Lin family's best interests..."

"I miss your grandma's legs."

The ugly woman spat at her feet, "You're all greedy and greedy. You think you can have all the good things? You don't spend a penny and expect money to fall into your lap? Dream on."

Lin Mu's wife got anxious.

"Mom, I gave birth to a grandson for the Lin family. I may not have done anything particularly meritorious in this family, but I have certainly worked hard."

You're still favoring that good-for-nothing now; let's see who takes care of you when you're old.

The ugly woman was tired of hearing it.

He constantly boasts about giving birth to her and threatens her with his retirement.

"Stop bringing up having children. Everyone has children for themselves. I haven't even figured out who I had children for yet. Go find out who the child's surname is; it has nothing to do with me."

"This child calls you Grandma."

"The child still calls you Mom," the ugly woman retorted, her voice so loud that the neighbors could hear her. "My own son doesn't listen to me, how can I expect my grandson, who's a stepmother, to listen to me?"

From now on, nobody should even think about messing with Xiaofang. If anyone dares to cause trouble at that shop, don't blame me for slapping them across the face.

Done.

She turned her head abruptly.

He glared fiercely at Old Lin, who was cowering in the corner, too afraid to utter a sound.

"And you old geezer. If you dare mention to your daughter anything about arranging jobs for those two spendthrift women, I'll put chrysanthemum in your water tank. I'll make sure your mouth and intestines are all stuck in the latrine, and you old lecher will die from it all."

The little flame that Old Lin had just lit.

The irritation was instantly extinguished by this bucket of ice water; he waved his hands repeatedly, saying, "I didn't, I won't get involved."

"You'd better not have it."

Liu Chounu turned around angrily and left, heading straight for Song Xianglan's house.

The room was deathly silent.

Lin Mu's wife was so angry she jumped up and down, pointing at the door and yelling:

"I can't live like this anymore. I'm taking the child back to my parents' home. I will never come back unless you give in."

Gou Sheng, who had been squatting at the door watching the commotion, sniffed.

I timidly offered this comment:

"Auntie, last time you went back to your parents' home, you walked back by yourself. You said your sister-in-law and brother's wife complained that you only ate and didn't do any work, and that you would never go back to your parents' home again."

Lin Mu's wife couldn't catch her breath and almost choked to death on the spot.

After a woman gets married, she can't go back to her parents' home, and she can't integrate into her husband's family. Where is her real home?

Looking at the empty courtyard, she suddenly felt a chill in her heart.