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

The group moved their position to the open space in front of the city department store.

This is the place with the highest foot traffic and is also the easiest place to be targeted, but at this moment, in order to sell quickly, Song Xianglan can't care about that.

The tricycles were lined up in a row.

Several ropes were strung up above, hanging the brightly colored Hong Kong-style shirts in a flamboyant manner.

"You two have great figures, change your clothes." Song Xianglan tossed two pairs of bell-bottoms and a floral shirt to Zhou Fang and Liu Yukun. "Put on your big sunglasses and watches too, and roll up your sleeves a bit."

The two of them didn't hesitate and changed their clothes in the back of the car.

After putting on the clothes, Zhou Fang swept her hair back, put on large sunglasses, put her hands in her pockets, and leaned against the tricycle.

He looks exactly like a star straight out of a magazine, exuding a cool and roguish charm that makes young girls blush.

Liu Yukun, wearing tight jeans, has a boyish charm.

Song Dong carried several opened packs of "Seven Stars" and "Marlboro" cigarettes, deliberately venturing into groups of men who seemed to have some spare cash, only revealing a corner of the cigarette pack.

"Dude, this stuff's from Hong Kong. Authentic flavor, no coupon needed, wanna grab a pack?"

It had only been set up for less than ten minutes.

Security guards in uniform came over from the entrance of the department store carrying sticks.

He looked very impatient.

"Who gave you permission to set up your stall here? You're blocking the entrance, don't you know that? Get out of here!"

Song Xianglan had made preparations in advance.

He took a few steps to greet her, a smile plastered on his face.

He had already discreetly slipped a pack of unopened Changshou cigarettes into her hand.

"Brother, please do me a favor."

Song Xianglan spoke in a voice that only the two of them could hear:

"This is a hot commodity that my nephew brought back from the south. We're just using this prime spot so we don't steal your business. Look, we've moved to the corner."

The security guard clenched his fist, his expression softening considerably.

But he still maintained his airs:

"Auntie, it's not that I'm making things difficult for you, it's the rule. If the boss sees this and gets angry, I'll get scolded."

"How could I let you get scolded?"

Song Xianglan leaned closer and spoke mysteriously:

"Actually, this one is different from the ones inside; they all come from Hong Kong."

Hey bro, let me give you a heads-up, I don't just have clothes, I also have this…”

She made a square gesture.

"I have televisions and radios. If you can introduce me to a buyer, I'll give you ten yuan as a 'tea fee' for each television set."

"Ten yuan?"

The security guard's eyelids twitched; this was a week's wages for him.

"real?"

"Would I lie to you?"

Song Xianglan patted her chest, her face full of sincerity.

"My second brother does business in Malaysia, my third brother is in Luzon, and my eldest brother is in Hong Kong. What's this little bit of stuff?"

I am a widow, living a miserable life, struggling to make ends meet with my nephew and godson.

"I can tell from your face, brother, that you have a kind heart and will surely be blessed with good fortune in the future; your children will all be successful."

After being showered with compliments, the security guards lost their last line of defense.

He looked at Song Xianglan again.

This old lady spoke and acted with a decisive and efficient air, unlike the average rural woman.

"I think the old lady is a straightforward person." The security guard stuffed his cigarette into his pocket. "I came back from the army, and this job wasn't easy for me either."

"Oh my, what a coincidence!"

Song Xianglan slapped her thigh, "My eldest son is also in the army. He's on an island in Nancheng, and you never see him all year round."

"Guarding an island? That's tough. I used to live in the mountains, hiding in cat-ear holes."

After a few exchanges, their relationship quickly became closer.

The security guard waved:

"Okay, you can stay under this tree, just don't block the road. If the leaders come, I'll give you a signal."

With the security guards appeased, Song Xianglan felt a weight lifted from her shoulders.

She turned back to the stall, just as a mother and daughter were pointing at the hanging dresses.

The mother was dressed smartly.

My daughter looks about seventeen or eighteen years old, and she has fair skin.

Song Xianglan, quick-witted and agile, took off a pink puff-sleeved dress and held it up against the girl:

"Oh my, this little girl has such fair skin, like a peeled egg."

"Girl, your daughter looks absolutely stunning in this pink dress, just like that big star on TV!"

The girl blushed.

But her eyes were glued to the skirt and she couldn't take them off.

This style is really fashionable, with a slim waist, a voluminous skirt, and a delicate lace trim around the neckline.

The mother was overjoyed by what she heard and touched the fabric with her hand.

"The material is good, how much is it?"

"Fifteen," Song Xianglan quoted a price, "no ticket required."

"fifteen?"

The woman hesitated for a moment, "That Dacron dress inside is only twelve."

"Young lady, what style is that inside? That's an old calendar. Look at mine, this is the latest style in Hong Kong, you'll find it one of a kind on the street."

Besides, we don't need tickets.

With that few dollars difference in price, how much else could you buy with the money you saved from one cloth ration coupon?

"I think this dress was tailor-made for your daughter. You won't find another like it."

The little girl tugged at her mother's sleeve, her eyes filled with longing.

The woman gritted her teeth:

"Okay, take it! Wrap it up for me!"

Successfully closing the first deal was like opening a floodgate.

Two young men were watching Zhou Fang and Liu Yukun.

Zhou Fang is now fully immersed in her role.

He recalled the movie poster he had seen in Haishi, pushed his sunglasses down his nose to reveal half an eye, put one hand on his hip, made a deep expression, and then suddenly shook his head, striking what he thought was a cool pose.

Several young women and girls passing by blushed and their hearts raced.

My feet were so heavy I couldn't move.

"These pants are really stylish!"

"Are you still having those aviator sunglasses?"

Song Xianglan watched Zhou Fang's smugness, which resembled a rooster courting its mate, and suppressed a laugh.

Shout at the top of your lungs:

"Local goods, all from Hong Kong! Besides clothes, we also have sunglasses, digital watches, and bear-shaped cookies! Don't miss out!"

The crowd surged forward.

Those young people who had been suppressed in the factory for a long time were like hungry wolves seeing meat when they saw these novel gadgets.

No need for much marketing.

If someone claims something is "from Hong Kong" or "no ticket required," then it's considered robbery.

"Get me a pair of aviator sunglasses."

"I want this floral shirt, the largest size!"

"Give me two boxes of cookies!"

They're making so much money they're practically rolling in it.

In less than two hours, more than half of the goods on the truck had been unloaded.

Today's shipment was much larger than yesterday's shipment near the steel mill.

They're busy right now.

The security guard led two middle-aged men wearing glasses over and winked at Song Xianglan.

Song Xianglan understood immediately.

He handed the clothes stall to Song Fei and went to greet him.

"Auntie, this is a relative of my comrade-in-arms. They said they wanted to see the big guy." The security guard lowered his voice.

The two middle-aged men looked like well-mannered intellectuals, carrying briefcases.

Song Xianglan didn't waste any words, directly negotiated the price and model with them, and then turned to call Huang Ronghua:

"Ronghua, ride your bike to the car and move that 14-inch one over. Be careful!"

The couple also picked out a few pieces of clothing, two cartons of cigarettes, and two bottles of wine.

Song Xianglan immediately took twelve yuan from the money the couple gave her and slipped it into the security guard's hand while they were shaking hands.

The security guard clutched the money, his face crinkling into a wide grin.

He turned around and went to help them maintain order.

We were busy until noon.

Taking advantage of the less crowded area, Song Xianglan asked Song Fei to watch the stall while she went to buy steamed buns and mantou from a nearby street.

I bought steamed buns.

Just as she turned around, a figure bumped into her.

Song Xianglan, who was holding a bag of steamed buns, stumbled from the impact and almost lost her balance.

The other person fell directly to the ground.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Song Xianglan quickly reached out to help him up.

On the ground was a woman with gray, disheveled hair and clothes covered in patches, which were stiff from washing.

She huddled up, didn't say a word, and trembled all over.

Before the woman could even stand up straight...

A hand reached out from the side and slapped the woman hard on the shoulder.

"Snapped!"

"You fucking dead man, can't you watch where you're going?!"

The old man, in his sixties, had wrinkles on his face like a dried corpse that had been sun-dried for thousands of years. He wore a set of work clothes without any patches and carried a whip used for driving an oxcart.

The old man lifted his droopy eyelids and muttered curses:

"You're a piece of trash. Even dead maggots in a latrine can be used as fertilizer, but you're utterly useless, a disgrace."

He raised the whip in his hand and lashed it across the woman's back with a "whoosh".

The woman groaned in pain, but dared not flinch, curling up even tighter.

He exuded a chilling aura of death.

It's as if they've long since become numb.

"I spent money to marry you, provided you with food and clothing, and you're a barren hen. You still dare to give me attitude? I think you're asking for it."

The more the old man curses, the more energetic he gets.

Another lash is about to fall.

People around stopped and pointed, but no one stepped forward.

It's normal for men to hit women.

Song Xianglan frowned and grabbed the tip of the whip that was falling.

She's seen this kind of thing many times.

Even though I saw it, I still couldn't suppress my anger.

"What business is it of yours, you old woman?" The old man tugged at her twice but couldn't budge her, glaring at Song Xianglan.

Song Xianglan suddenly flung her hand away.

The old man was caught off guard and was pulled back two steps.

"At your age, aren't you afraid of biting your tongue in the wind?"

Song Xianglan pointed at the old man's nose, "She'll never be able to have children with a good-for-nothing like you."

You yourself are like a rock in a latrine, smelly and hard, as old as a coffin lid, and you still expect to rely on a woman to have children?

The old man was so angry that his face turned red and his neck bulged.

"Who...who are you talking about!"

Song Xianglan was imposing, and her voice was so loud that it could be heard throughout the entire street.

"Why don't you take a piss and look in the mirror? Is your thing still usable?"

If you really want to have a baby, go to the cowshed and wait for the bull to urinate on you; you might even get pregnant with a calf.

What kind of skill is it to bully women? I think you're utterly immoral and deserve to be childless for life.

These words were so harsh and hurtful; they struck right at the old man's heart.

The people around were taken aback at first.

A burst of laughter immediately followed.

The old man trembled with rage and raised his whip to lash Song Xianglan:

"I'll beat you to death, you gossipy old woman!"