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

The truck tires kicked up dust from the road.

Finally, we stopped at the entrance to Haishi City.

The wheels never stopped turning, except for refueling and adding water. Song Xianglan's eyes were bloodshot, but she was in good spirits.

Upon arriving in Haishi, they found a hospital to perform surgery on Nie Erhua.

A dark green Jeep was parked on the side of the road.

The license plate number is very eye-catching.

The car door opened, and a young man wearing a white shirt and gray trousers stepped out. His hair was neatly combed, and the Shanghai brand watch on his wrist gleamed.

Zhou Fang pushed open the door and jumped out of the car, greeting An Xun.

"You guys are really bold to transport so much cargo and sell it along the way." An Xun's tone was somewhat incredulous.

"Second Brother," Zhou Fang called out with a simple smile.

An Xun's gaze fell on Song Xianglan, who was coming down from behind, and Nie Erhua, who was being helped by someone, and his brows furrowed even more.

"west Yang told you about what happened in Pingcheng. Leaving immediately is the best decision you could make. I've contacted a friend at Rui Hospital. Coming to Haishi for treatment is better than staying in a small place."

An Xun felt that Zhou Fang was not good enough for her sister, who was good in every way.

But his sister liked him, and as long as Zhou Fang treated his sister well, he accepted him as his brother-in-law.

Song Xianglan glanced at the young man a couple more times.

Efficient and efficient.

He's a social person.

"Thanks." Song Xianglan didn't stand on ceremony and directed Song Dong to help the dazed Erhua over.

An Xun turned to look at Zhou Fang.

"Our house is spacious, but with so many people coming all at once..." He paused, knowing his mother didn't welcome these poor relatives coming to freeload. "How about I open a restaurant for you..."

"We won't stay at home," Song Xianglan interjected. "We'll just find a hotel near the hospital."

"These young people also have to inspect the goods and then sell them."

An Xun smiled and said, "That's fine too. I wonder what kind of goods you have? I can also try to sell some to my friends and classmates."

An Xun was very pleased that Song Xianglan offered to stay at a hotel.

He said politely, but Song Xianglan smiled and replied, "Then thank you in advance, Comrade An."

Song Xianglan asked someone to lift up a little bit of the tarpaulin on the car.

On the outermost cardboard box, several eye-catching foreign words were printed: National.

An Xun works in a government department, so his perspective is naturally beyond that of ordinary people.

"This is... a color TV?" An Xun raised his voice, once again marveling at how ahead of their time these people were. "This is a 14-inch imported one. And a refrigerator too?"

"Underneath that are the washing machine and refrigerator, and further inside are Hong Kong-style shirts, electronic watches, and cigarettes and alcohol," Song Xianglan said calmly, as if reciting a menu. "This shipment should sell well once it reaches Shanghai."

An Xun took a deep breath, and his eyes changed completely.

"You guys are incredibly bold."

An Xun muttered to himself, then quickly regained his composure, even showing a hint of excitement, "This stuff is in high demand in Haishi. You have to queue up at the Friendship Store with foreign exchange certificates to buy it. Your whole truckload... tsk tsk."

He immediately took out a pen and a small notebook from his pocket, quickly wrote down an address, tore it off, and handed it to Song Xianglan.

"Go to this place. This is a warehouse that one of my former classmates used to have. In the current market in Haishi, whoever has the goods is king. Don't go anywhere else to sell; just sell in Haishi."

"Shanghai and the surrounding cities are enough for you to make several trips."

Song Xianglan took the note, glanced at the location, and nodded to herself.

"Comrade An has a keen eye," Song Xianglan praised.

An Xun no longer held back and spoke with a smile:

"Keep two of those color TVs for me. I'll give one to my parents and the other to my father-in-law. Also, keep one refrigerator. I'll pay you the market price."

Song Xianglan readily agreed, "I'll move it to your car right now."

An Xun finally showed a genuine smile, and her gaze towards Zhou Fang became much more pleasing.

Song Nan and Huang Ronghua and a few others went to move the color TV and refrigerator.

"Haishi will definitely become the commercial center of Asia in the future. You guys made the right move." An Xun patted Zhou Fang on the shoulder. "Don't just stand there, men, get moving."

Song Xianglan watched An Xun's composed and decisive back view.

I felt a mix of emotions.

She only learned about the future development of Hai City after her rebirth, while An Xun knew the general direction of future development based on her knowledge and intuition.

This is the perspective of intellectuals.

In their previous life, Zhou Fang couldn't send An Xiyang to school in Haishi. She even stayed home during holidays and couldn't come, and An Xiyang, disliking the Koizumi Brigade, didn't go back either. Their relationship had long since drifted apart over the years.

The two later separated; there was no right or wrong.

The only helplessness is being swept away by the tide of the times and parting ways.

……

They split into two groups.

Song Dong led his men in a truck to the warehouse, while Song Xianglan accompanied Erhua to the hospital.

With An Xun's help, Nie Erhua was admitted to a three-person ward at Rui Hospital. The attending physician was an experienced expert who had returned from studying abroad. Upon seeing the injury, he frowned and immediately scheduled the surgery for two days later.

Everything is settled.

It was already getting dark.

Zhou Fang took Da Bao and Er Bao to the An family.

He changed into clean clothes. He carried two large net bags containing top-quality fish maw, dried abalone, and female squid.

Da Bao and Er Bao were washed clean.

One person, clutching a White Rabbit candy, followed timidly behind Zhou Fang.

"Dad, will Grandma like us?" Da Bao asked softly, tilting his head up.

Zhou's heart tightened, and he squatted down to straighten his son's collar: "They will definitely like you. When you come in, be sweet-talking and greet people loudly."

Anjia is a small villa with its own entrance and courtyard. The red brick walls are covered with ivy, and there are two tall sycamore trees in the yard.

Zhou Fang rang the doorbell.

The person who opened the door was a nanny wearing a blue coat.

He sized Zhou Fang up and down, then stepped aside. "Comrade Zhou has arrived."

The living room has teak flooring.

On the leather sofa sat an elderly woman with gray hair, styled in elegant curls, wearing reading glasses and reading a book.

"Mom," Zhou Fang called out.

Mother An lifted her eyelids from above the book, her gaze sweeping lightly over Zhou Fang before finally settling on the two children. Her expression was incredibly complex, as if she wanted to be close to them, yet also as if there was something separating them.

"They're here."

An's mother spoke coldly, gesturing to the sofa beside her, "Sit down."

Zhou Fang placed the net bag in his hand on the corner of the coffee table: "Mom, this is some local specialty I brought for you and Dad, something to nourish your bodies."

Mother An glanced at the fish maw and dried abalone, and her eyelids twitched.

Da Bao and Er Bao were obedient at this time.

They all called out in unison, "Hello, Grandma!"

That clear, childlike voice.

This made An's mother's tense face relax a little.

She beckoned: "Come here, let Grandma take a look."

The two children ran over.

As An's mother touched her child's little hand, looking at the eyebrows and eyes that resembled her daughter's when she was little, a wave of sorrow welled up in her heart.

How could such a good child be born in such a poor and remote place?

How did I end up with such a peasant father?

She remembered what her best friend had said when she visited a couple of days ago.

My best friend's son, who was sent to the countryside in Yunnan Province, was admitted to the architecture department of Peking University.

He divorced his wife from Yunnan province.

He returned to the city and became a college student, with a bright future ahead of him.

Her best friend was implying that as long as west Yang was willing to divorce, the two families could still become in-laws.

"Zhou Fang." Mother An asked the nanny to take the child to have some snacks. As soon as the nanny left, her face immediately darkened, and she picked up her teacup and blew away the foam.

Zhou Fang immediately stood up straight: "Mom, please speak."

"west Yang has turned the whole family upside down because of you this time," Mother An said, her tone not harsh, but every word piercing. "Her father's old subordinate has been calling her non-stop. Tell me, you're a grown man, and your wife has to go back to her parents' house begging and pleading. How can you be so shameful?"

Zhou Fang lowered his head and remained silent.

"I'm not an unreasonable person." Mother An put down her teacup, pulled out a bankbook from under the coffee table, and pushed it in front of Zhou Fang. "I know your place is poor, and Xiyang has suffered a lot these past few years. There's two thousand yuan in this account."

Zhou Fang suddenly looked up: "Mom, what do you mean by this?"

"Leave the two children here; I'll raise them."

An's mother stared into Zhou Fang's eyes. "We will give them the best education. As for you... west Yang still has school to go to, and she has a long road ahead of her. You two are not from the same world, so don't hold each other back."

Two thousand yuan.

This is also a severance payment that buys out the bond between blood relatives.

Zhou Fang did not go to retrieve the passbook.

"Take the money back." Zhou Fang looked directly at An's mother, the timidity in his eyes gone. "I know you look down on me. Fortune changes every thirty years, don't underestimate a young man's potential."

Mother An smiled faintly: "Don't underestimate the poor in middle age, don't underestimate the poor in old age, the dead are the greatest, aren't they?"

Zhou Fang suppressed his anger.

"If west Yang tells me she wants to break up, I won't hold her back."