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

He made arrangements with Song Dong and the others.

Song Xianglan went to the county early the next morning.

Knowing the ropes, they found their way to Lai Fengshou, who was worried about how to deal with the batch of goods that had just been confiscated.

His cousin always comes to him empty-handed to share goods, and even complains that the goods are blind boxes. He doesn't want to give anything to anyone else yet.

Song Xianglan was also a big customer; she could eat anything good without feeling overwhelmed.

"Sister Song, you're my lucky charm."

Lai Fengshou pulled the man into a corner of the warehouse and lowered his voice, "We just confiscated two tall cabinets a couple of days ago. These guys are so bold, they'll stuff anything in there. The higher-ups are urging us to deal with it and make room."

Song Xianglan peeked out.

"What quality?"

"Blind boxes," Lai Fengshou gestured, "clothes, daily necessities, maybe even appliances. How about it, dare to take a gamble?"

Song Xianglan's heart stirred.

The bold get rich, the timid starve.

She circled the container twice, her brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Finally, he stopped in front of the opened bear-shaped biscuit and sighed.

"Old Debtor, we've known each other for a long time. If these two cabinets are full of these cookies, there's not much point in me taking them back. The risk is too great."

The higher-ups are pushing us hard; it's time to calculate performance figures for the first half of the year.

We absolutely have to meet the June sales targets. That's where their bonuses are...

"Give me a straight answer. I'll just give you a heads-up within my authority: the item is definitely something you'll like. As for the price..."

Lai Fengshou gritted his teeth, stretched out a hand and flipped it over.

"I'll cut the price down another 30% from the usual price! It's practically giving it away for free."

Song Xianglan's eyelids twitched, and she was overjoyed.

He still wore a reluctant expression on his face: "Fine, I'll only do it because of you. But there are too many of these, and I don't have room for them."

"The storage yard can be rented, as long as..."

Song Xianglan flatly refused. Renting a storage yard would give others leverage against her; she understood the principle of keeping one's wealth hidden. Besides, she would be heartbroken to see containers exposed to the elements for a month or two.

Pay, get an invoice, and pick up the goods.

These days, efficiency in getting things done depends entirely on how strong your connections are.

Lai Fengshou received a green light all the way, and the procedures were completed very quickly.

Song Xianglan immediately contacted Erhei.

Upon hearing that there was a big job, Erhei patted his chest and assured that the convoy was ready to go at any time.

The next two days.

Song Xianglan and Song Dong were like people who had lived in a warehouse.

The convoy of trucks hauled goods out one after another, breaking them down into smaller units. Song Xianglan didn't look closely, but even from the corner that peeked out during the unloading, she could see a television, a refrigerator, clothes, cigarettes, alcohol, and a watch.

You won the bet.

As expected, storage cabinets are in high demand these days.

Departure is scheduled for the afternoon.

Before leaving, Song Xianglan went to the school.

Song Tingting was reciting her lessons on the windowsill when she heard the gatekeeper call out to her that Song Xianglan had arrived. She threw down her books and ran out, crashing into Song Xianglan's arms like a little cannonball.

"Mom, are you going north?"

Song Tingting clung to her waist, rubbing her head against her body, "Take me with you, I want to go too."

Song Xianglan tidied her messy bangs. "Stay at school and don't go back and forth. I'm worried about you living alone while I'm not home. Stay at school for a while."

"Oh……"

Song Tingting pouted so much her lips could hang an oil bottle, "Then come back soon."

"Okay. If I can catch another trip when I get back this time, I'll take you to see the world."

"real?"

Song Tingting's eyes lit up instantly. "Mom, let's pinky swear! We'll definitely make it!"

Song Xianglan smiled and made a pinky promise with her, then asked a few more questions about the school.

Since dealing with those troublemakers last time, Song Tingting's days at school have become much easier, and no one dares to give her a hard time anymore.

Settle your daughter in.

Song Xianglan returned to the village.

Liu Chounu was feeding the chickens in the yard when she saw Song Xianglan return and quickly went to greet her.

Song Xianglan handed her a set of keys.

"Ugly girl, this yard is yours now. You can eat whatever vegetables you want from the garden in the backyard, just don't let them rot in the ground. There's rice husks and sweet potatoes in the storage room, and the pigs, chickens, and ducks are all yours."

The ugly woman held the key, her eyes filled with envy.

"Lanlan, you're amazing. The farthest I've ever been in my life is Qingyang. I wish I could go to Xincheng."

In their eyes, the new city is a bigger city than the provincial capital.

It's a place I've heard about on the radio.

"Everyone will go there after we make money."

Song Xianglan went back to her room to pack her things, including a few changes of clothes.

Finally, she pulled an oilcloth bag from the crack between the bricks at the very bottom of the cabinet.

Unveiling layer by layer.

Inside was a shiny black pistol and a box of bullets.

These days, the roads are dangerous, and there are plenty of highway robbers. She can't sleep soundly without a strong weapon by her side.

She skillfully checked the magazine, loaded it, and engaged the safety.

Then stuff it into the deepest part of the bundle.

Lock the door.

We arrived at the meeting point at the village entrance.

The big truck was already rumbling along.

Song Xianglan immediately spotted two mud-covered children standing at Zhou Fang's feet: eight-year-old Da Bao and five-year-old Er Bao. The two children shrank their necks, looking timidly at the adults around them.

They were afraid that people wouldn't take them.

"Auntie..."

Zhou Fang rubbed his hands, looking embarrassed. "I'm really sorry. I don't feel comfortable leaving them at home. I was thinking we'll be passing through Haishi, could we send them to Anxi Yang's parents' house for a few days?"

Song Xianglan glanced at the two children.

Her eyes are bright and black; she doesn't cry or fuss. She's usually obedient.

She sighed inwardly, "I'll take them. There's plenty of room in the truck bed anyway. Bring their clothes. And some snacks too."

Zhou Fang felt as if she had been granted a pardon and quickly put the child in the car.

Nie Xiaochuan didn't come.

He heard that someone in a nearby mountain village had seen a madwoman who looked exactly like Erhua. He quickly called Erhua's son to go there with him to look for her.

Song Xianglan didn't stop her.

Erhua is the knot in his and Song Xiangmei's hearts, and he must get her back.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun was beginning to set.

All personnel have arrived.

Song Dong and Zhou Fang squeezed into the passenger seat, taking turns helping Erhei watch the road.

The back of the truck was lined with thick straw mats. Song Xianglan, Wang Zhihe, Song Fei, Liu Yukun, Huang Ronghua, Song Nan, plus two children, were crammed in.

"Hold on tight! Let's go!" Erhei stepped on the gas, and the truck spewed out a plume of black smoke as it sped onto the dirt road.

The ride was so bumpy it felt like my internal organs were about to shift.

Song Xianglan didn't choose the easy coastal highway either. All the routes were shortcuts leading inland, with bad road conditions but large factories nearby.

It's not as rare as other goods outside.

The two-day, one-night journey was nonstop except for refueling and urinating.

Zhou Fang can actually drive; he and Er Hei take turns driving.

Finally, we arrived at a big place.

This is a heavy industrial city. Its steel mills are famous throughout the country.

Erhei parked the car by the woods on the outskirts of the city.

"Leave three people to watch the car." Song Xianglan jumped out of the car, stretched her stiff back, and said, "Song Fei, Liu Yukun, Erhei, you guys keep watch."

The others quickly pulled two tricycles and a bicycle out from the bottom of the truck bed.

These vehicles were specially modified by Erhei at Song Xianglan's request, with the cargo beds made deeper and wider.

Several people tossed a few woven bags onto the car.

Once the bag was opened, it was filled with brightly colored Hong Kong-style shirts, tight jeans, boxes of beautifully packaged electronic watches, and even several cartons of foreign cigarettes and a few brick-sized radio cassette players.

"Let's go, let's get to work."

Song Xianglan, Huang Ronghua, Song Dong, Song Nan, Wang Zhihe and several others rushed like a gust of wind to the large factory with 10,000 employees a few kilometers away.

It was time to get off work.

The large iron gate at the factory entrance slowly opened, and a crowd of people dressed in blue-gray overalls surged out like a flood.

It was a sea of ​​heads.

Song Xianglan asked Zhou Fang and the others to prop up the tricycle under a nearby tree.

She didn't bother to advertise; she simply took a digital watch out of the bag, put it on her wrist, and turned on the backlight.

The red numbers stood out starkly against the gray backdrop of the evening.

She then picked up a pair of bell-bottoms and a large floral Hong Kong-style shirt, draped them over her arm.

In this gray-blue ocean.

This bright spot is like a spark thrown into a hot oil pan.

She stood in the crowd, her voice low, exuding an air of mystery.

"Goods from the port city, no coupons required. Electronic watches, jeans, come and take a look."

The phrase "Hong Kong goods" and "no coupon required" are more effective than any other phrase.

The workers, who had been hurrying along, slowed down. Several young men and fashionable young women immediately surrounded them.

"Wow, this digital watch is really nice."

"These pants are exactly the same as the ones in the magazine!"

A woman with big, wavy hair pushed through the crowd, reached out and touched the floral shirt, her eyes widening in surprise.

It's a hundred times better than those rigid styles in the supply and marketing cooperatives.

She stared intently at the digital watch in Song Xianglan's hand, her breathing quickening: "Sister, how much does this watch cost?"