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

The ferry terminal in Nancheng is completely different from the one in Qingyang.

It's bustling, and there are even more people.

Porters carrying loads on shoulder poles, passengers with their families, tractors, bicycles, and even a jeep were all queuing up to board the boat.

It was very crowded.

Xiaxia's mother stumbled from being jostled and was almost kicked to the ground.

Song Xianglan blocked her with a burlap sack.

Xiaxia's mother turned deathly pale.

"Auntie, there are too many people. Let's go buy tickets first."

Song Xianglan's gaze fell on Xiaxia's mother's clothes. "Those guys were pickpockets. You and Xiaxia stay here and watch my sack."

Song Xianglan pulled Xiaxia's mother, whose face was pale, to the side.

He gave her the sack and carrying pole, saying, "Remember, don't leave until I come back."

"I'm sorry, Auntie. I'm so useless." Xiaxia's mother's eyes reddened, and her trembling hands covered the pocket that had been cut open by a razor blade. She had specially sewed the pocket up to prevent it from being picked up by pickpockets.

Song Xianglan didn't even have time to comfort her.

They had already disappeared into the crowd.

Following the direction of those people, she followed a few pickpockets to the back of the stone house.

Several pickpockets squatted there, smoking cigarettes and counting money.

"How much money did you steal?"

"What do you mean by stealing? Use polite language. We call this borrowing." The short-haired man squatting on the ground sensed something was wrong and looked up at Song Xianglan, whose hair was tucked behind her ears.

Who are you?

"You stole my daughter's money." Song Xianglan pointed to a pile of money on the ground.

"No. Old woman, you're living too comfortably, get out of here. Don't say we brothers are bullying you, old man."

Song Xianglan hated it most when people said she was old.

She pulled a boning knife from her waistband. "Instead of learning good things, you steal. The people you steal from might cost someone their life. Do you know how hard it is to earn money these days?"

Theft has always been rampant in the southern part of the city.

Years later, theft and robbery were rampant here.

The man with the buzz cut smiled.

"I brought my equipment. I'm afraid you'll hurt your back; a broken bone can take a hundred days to heal."

The man with the buzz cut stood up.

He suddenly had a stick in his hand and swung it at Song Xianglan.

Song Xianglan honed her skills in catching pigs at the slaughterhouse. The slaughterhouse had a pigpen where pigs that had not yet been slaughtered were kept.

Those pigs were always charging around and trying to rebel.

Without exception, they were all taken down by her. Over thirty years of experience catching and slaughtering pigs wasn't something that came from connections.

Less than ten minutes.

Song Xianglan beat the pickpockets until they fell to the ground, groaning.

She clapped her hands.

Spitting out a disdainful remark:

"Don't compare your numbers to my livelihood. You bunch of cowards, you're not even as strong as pigs."

She called the dock police.

The police took the pickpockets away, and Song Xianglan went to call Xiaxia's mother to get back the money that belonged to her.

This whole ordeal...

I almost missed the ferry.

Fortunately, the police heard that they needed to catch the last ferry and opened a back door for them to go directly through the staff passage.

Song Xianglan carried the sacks onto the deck.

She didn't go to the cabin. Instead, she found a spot on the deck near the stern and put the sack down.

Xiaxia's mother and her daughter also came along.

"Auntie, aren't you going to the cabin?" There are seats in the cabin, but it's first-come, first-served and there are no assigned seats.

"No, we're not going. It'll be hard to squeeze out later. We'll stay on the deck. Once we get to the other side, we'll disembark first." Only then did Song Xianglan have time to gulp down some water. Sitting in the car, surrounded by all sorts of mixed stench, she had absolutely no appetite.

"Thank you so much, Auntie. Otherwise, I really would have had to beg."

Xiaxia's mother is still in shock.

My palms were sweaty from nervousness, and my hair, mixed with sweat, clung to my face.

"Don't be afraid. Your aunt is here. You young people don't know that you can't be too careful when dealing with others. Don't rush to think things through in your mind. There are always more solutions than problems."

Song Xianglan was like a caring elder, offering earnest guidance.

She fell asleep leaning against the sack.

"Attention passengers traveling to Qingshan, this ferry is about to arrive at Sancuo'ao Wharf. Please collect your luggage and queue in an orderly manner, disembarking first and then disembarking..."

The broadcast woke Song Xianglan.

Xiaxia opened her eyes and excitedly waved her arms and legs.

"I'm about to see my dad."

Song Xianglan felt sore all over, but upon hearing the name Sancuo Wharf, she instantly regained her strength.

finally reached.

She hadn't seen Song Xiangdong for decades; he was her own son.

She quickly got up and picked up the sacks. "Xiaxia's mom. Follow me, don't get lost."

There were many people at the dock.

The climate in Nancheng is similar to that in Qingyang, except that Nancheng is slightly warmer. There isn't much difference in the plants, fruits, and seafood.

We arrived at the dock.

She took out the address from the envelope, found a soldier driving a jeep, and asked:

"Comrade, could you tell me how to get to this military compound?"

The young soldier took it and looked at it.

"Auntie, this is the address of our military family compound. Are you a military dependent?"

"My son, Song Xiangdong, got married. As his mother, I came to visit. I still have work back in my hometown, so I took leave to visit relatives."

"You are Deputy Regiment Commander Song's mother. Hello, hello, how come I've never heard Deputy Regiment Commander Song mention you?" The young soldier excitedly took two steps forward and grasped Song Xianglan's right hand. The chicken in the hanging snakeskin bag kept pecking at the young soldier's trouser leg.

Young soldier: "..."

Song Xianglan moved the carrying pole slightly. "I asked for leave as soon as I received the letter, and I haven't had time to reply yet."

Xiaxia's mother also saw the people in navy uniforms.

After running over to ask, he ran back to say goodbye to Song Xianglan.

They said they left in a car belonging to the naval family compound.

Xiaxia hugged and kissed Song Xianglan repeatedly, "Grandma, I'll ask Daddy to take me to find you."

Song Xianglan also couldn't bear to part with her.

"Okay. I'll have your dad bring you all to my house as guests."

After they separated.

She got into the jeep with the other family members who were accompanying the military on their visit. Almost every family member who came to visit the military had many bags.

The jeep bumped along the dirt road for half an hour.

We arrived at the entrance of the family compound.

Song Xianglan went to the guard post to register, then rested under the banyan tree with her sacks and bundles. She waited for Song Xiangdong or Shen Huijun to come and pick her up.

……

Shen Huijun married Song Xiangdong by accident.

Her family members were all sent down to Qingshan.

Life wasn't easy for him, because Song Xiangdong had put in a lot of effort to marry her.

She also suffered ridicule from some people after marrying into the family. She was allocated a house on the island, and a neighbor next door would bully her every few days.

Adhering to the principle of "better to avoid trouble than to cause trouble," she basically tolerated everything.

She transplanted a bougainvillea from the wild to her front door.

Zhao Xiaoyun next door rolled her eyes, holding a shoe sole. "Shen Huijun, your behavior is too capitalist. Song Xiangdong is incredibly unlucky to marry a woman like you. If he had married the commander's niece, his future would have been bright."

"The empty space in front of the gate is for growing vegetables, and you're using it to grow flowers. Are you trying to make sure people don't know you're a capitalist's daughter?"

Shen Huijun explained in a low voice:

"I see that Sister Qin's family also grows flowers."

"Sister Qin's husband is a political commissar; their whole family is very influential. Who do you think you are?" Zhao Xiaoyun drew a line on the top of her head with a needle and continued sewing shoe soles.

Shen Huijun: "..."

Let's be patient for now and not cause trouble for Song Xiangdong.

"Shen Huijun, hurry to the entrance of the family compound to pick up your mother-in-law."

mother-in-law?

Shen Huijun's mind went blank, and she froze completely.

Why did she come?

If they knew that she married Song Xiangdong because of an accident, would they be angry that their precious son didn't marry the commander's niece but instead found a capitalist's daughter who was a burden?

Song Xiangdong had told her about his family before.

He also said that his mother didn't like him as her adopted son.

But Shen Huijun could see that her husband longed for maternal love and gratitude for his mother's upbringing. Although she scolded and beat him, she still allowed him to attend junior high school.

Shen Huijun took a deep breath, her palms sweating nervously.

She straightened her clothes and walked nervously toward the gate of the family compound.

My heart was pounding.

From afar, I could see a thin, frail old woman standing under the banyan tree. The sea breeze blew up her jacket, making her figure appear exceptionally thin.

Take a closer look.

Two large sacks and a snakeskin bag with four chickens and two ducks hanging out.

There was also a military green canvas bag, a canvas pouch, and a bundle wrapped in a tattered bed sheet.

Hearing footsteps, Song Xianglan looked up.

Their eyes met, but their thoughts differed.

Shen Huijun was nervous and scared, unsure of what to say.

Song Xianglan had clear, bright eyes, and although she was thin, she possessed a vigorous spirit. Her back was straight, exuding a robust and cheerful vitality.

"Are you...Mom?"

"Huijun, is it? I received Xiangdong's letter and couldn't wait to come and see you." Song Xianglan took her hand. "Xiangdong is so lucky to have married such a beautiful girl. I'll thank your mother in person another day for raising you so well."