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

Now that the matter was settled, Nie Xiaochuan didn't linger any longer.

"Third Aunt, I need to hurry back to the health center to pick up my mom and second sister and take them back to Niejiazhuang. We can't keep wasting money at the health center without getting proper food or rest."

Nie Xiaochuan paused, then said:

"We can't delay on this housing issue. This time when I came back, I got another plot of land approved by the brigade headquarters for a house."

It's at the east end of the village; I don't want to live with those other families and cause trouble.

Song Xianglan looked at her nephew with a hint of admiration in her eyes.

The child is going out for a while.

My horizons have broadened.

My heart has hardened.

Knowing one's limits.

"Is there enough money?" Song Xianglan asked. "If not, we can get it from Auntie San."

"enough."

Nie Xiaochuan said happily, "I made a lot of money in Guangzhou by delivering goods for those Hong Kong businessmen. Those bosses were generous and often gave me tips, so I saved up quite a bit. It's more than enough to build a brick house."

Nie Xiaochuan paused for a moment, looking at Song Xianglan with eager eyes.

"Once things are settled at home, I'd like to go sell goods with Song Dong and the others, is that okay? I think the current situation is better than staying at home."

Song Xianglan readily agreed.

"It's good that you have this idea. As long as you're willing to work hard, your future won't be bad."

Nie Xiaochuan left with a brisk pace.

Song Xianglan put the remaining money in her pocket, thinking of giving it to Zhou Fang.

We're almost near Liu Dahua's house.

Da Bao and Er Bao were rolling around in the mud with Liu Da Hua's grandchildren.

The children rolled around and got covered in mud.

"grandmother."

The sharp-eyed Erbao spotted Song Xianglan at a glance, excitedly climbed out of the mud pit, and pounced on her like a little cannonball.

The little guy was naked from the waist down, and his body, face, and hair were covered in mud, looking like a mudfish just pulled out of a sauce vat.

Song Xianglan pressed down on his forehead and pushed him away slightly in disgust.

"Did you take a bath in the mud? You smell like mud all over."

She looked him up and down, his dark little body sizing up, then her gaze fell on his bare lower body. She reached out and slapped his buttocks.

"Little brat, how many times have I told you to wear underwear? Boys have to protect their little peckers."

Erbao chuckled foolishly.

A hand covered in mud suddenly covered his mouth, and he grinned so wide that his teeth were almost invisible.

"Haha, why should we protect them?"

"Geese like to peck at small insects to eat," Song Xianglan said sternly, trying to scare him. "When you swing your arms like that, the geese get envious."

The words had barely left his mouth when he said them.

Erbao's smile froze instantly.

"Wow……"

He screamed and buried his face in Song Xianglan's arms, not caring if he got mud all over his grandmother. "Grandma, I'm afraid of geese. I don't want to get pecked!"

Da Bao, who was standing next to him, also shuddered and instinctively covered himself with both hands.

I looked around warily, afraid that a big white goose might suddenly appear out of nowhere.

The two brothers' harrowing experience last year, being chased and pecked on the rear by a giant gander, is a trauma etched into their very bones.

Song Xianglan was amused by these two clowns.

I wiped the mud off Erbao's face.

"Alright, stop howling. Where's your dad?"

"Dad's home," Erbao said, sobbing.

Song Xianglan told the group of mud monkeys to go play by themselves and turned to walk towards Zhou Fang's house.

We haven't even entered the courtyard yet.

Then I heard Zhou Fang yelling, his voice cracking with barely suppressed anger.

"How many times have I told you? I've already been adopted by my uncle in the family tree, and my household registration has been transferred. Don't come here unless it's important, and stop meddling in my affairs."

Song Xianglan paused as she pushed the door open.

yard.

Zhou Fang was standing by the well with a dark expression.

Standing opposite him was Zhou's mother, and next to her stood a woman dressed in bright red and green.

Zhou's mother was having a hard time.

Before, with Zhou Fang as our "big blood bank," we could eat some meat every few days.

Now that Zhou Fang has cut ties with her family and tightened her purse strings, her sons and wives immediately objected, constantly making sarcastic remarks about how Zhou's mother was pushing away the God of Wealth.

Everyone ganged up on An Xiyang, but now it's all her fault.

Zhou's mother tried every means to ease the tension with Zhou Fang and, incidentally, to send someone else in to control her.

"Look at what you're saying, even if the bones are broken, the tendons are still connected."

Zhou's mother reached out and pushed the woman next to her forward, saying, "I'm doing this for your own good. An Xiyang is a city girl with many ulterior motives; she'll leave you sooner or later."

This is your second aunt's granddaughter. She has a good figure and a big bottom. She looks like she's good at having children and is very hardworking.

They don't mind that you have two children in your family, as long as you let her manage the household and live a good life from now on..."

The woman blinked her beady green eyes, and the powder on her face was so thick it looked like it was plastered with white powder, and it kept crumbling when she moved.

She twisted her waist like a barrel, pinched her throat, and made a sound that sent chills down one's spine.

"Release my brother~"

Zhou Fang shuddered and rubbed the goosebumps on his arms.

He took a big step back.

"Stop! Can you cough up the phlegm in your throat before you speak? I thought the female ghost from the graveyard behind the mountain had come back to life. I'm not your brother, and you can forget about being my sister. I'm living a perfectly fine life in the human world; I have no interest in claiming kinship with female ghosts."

The woman's smile froze.

"Brother Fang, can I stay here today?"

When Zhou Fang gets sarcastic, he can be ruthless, even to his own family.

"Look at your height like a sweet potato and your body like a potato. Are you trying to fill in the hole with such thick powder on your oyster-shell face? Even the wind on a typhoon day isn't as scary as your voice."

The girl had clearly never seen a man with such a sharp tongue.

His face turned a deep purplish-red, and he stamped his feet, shouting in a tearful voice:

"How...how can you talk like that? Your wife doesn't want you anymore. What's so great about a divorced man with two kids? I'm still a virgin."

"Give me a break."

Zhou Fang rolled her eyes. "Even if I stay single for the rest of my life, I wouldn't dare to date you."

If I marry you, I'll have to worry every day about the female ghost from the back mountain coming to visit and claim kinship. Look in the mirror; even a picture of you on the door can ward off evil spirits.

"Wow……"

The girl broke down, covering her face and running outside crying.

I just opened the courtyard gate.

He bumped right into Song Xianglan, who was about to come in.

The girl looked up and saw an old woman, and immediately vented her anger on Song Xianglan.

"What are you looking at? You old hag, are you trying to make fun of me? What right do you have to laugh at me when you're so old?"

Song Xianglan was also startled.

The girl cried so hard that tears and snot streamed down her face, washing away the cheap foundation and smudging her rouge, making her look like a vengeful ghost who had just eaten a dead rat.

"Oh my god."

Song Xianglan backed away in disgust. "Being ugly is just God's slip of the hand. It's wrong of you to come out and scare people."

That mouth of his is like a desiccated corpse transfer station, it stinks horribly. Hurry up and get out of here, don't make my godson's yard stink!"

"Ah... I don't want to live anymore."

The girl suffered a second blow, her cries grew louder, and she covered her face as she ran away.

Zhou's mother stood in the courtyard.

His face looked terrible.

Song Xianglan ignored the girl running wildly and stepped into the courtyard.

"Godmother, you're here."

The moment Zhou Fang saw Song Xianglan, the gloom on his face vanished, and he quickly went to greet her.

Song Xianglan glanced at Zhou's mother, who was still standing to the side, and asked Zhou Fang:

"The land for the house has been approved? Then get started on construction right away. Build the house, make the yard wall high, and stick broken glass all over it so that no cat or dog can get in."

Zhou's mother was so angry that she trembled all over, but she didn't dare to provoke Song Xianglan, so she could only stare helplessly.

"Approved."

Zhou Fang pointed to the distance, "I discussed it with the brigade headquarters, and we didn't take the original plot. We got a new plot, right next to your house, Godmother."

Song Xianglan was taken aback:

"My next-door neighbor? That's Liu Chou-nü's house, right next to the main road."

"That piece of land on the other side of the main road."

Zhou Fang smiled, his eyes gleaming. "That place is nice, and it's close to my godmother's house."

He had to bribe several people at the brigade headquarters to get the land approved.

Song Xianglan nodded in agreement:

"That piece of land is really good. It's close to the road, so it'll be convenient for whatever you do in the future. You have a good eye, kid."

The two chatted about building a house, oblivious to everyone else around them.

They completely ignored Zhou's mother.

Zhou's mother stood there, unsure whether to leave or stay.

She wanted to interject, but was afraid of being rebuked by Song Xianglan.

Finally, her eyes lit up and she spotted the basket Zhou Fang had placed in the corner of the yard.

Inside were several red-eyed fish that Zhou Fang had just caught in the sea with his net.

"Since you have guests, Mom will head back now," Zhou's mother said, quickly bending down to pick up the basket. "Mom will take this back to help your father recover."

After saying that, he didn't give Zhou Fang a chance to react at all.

He grabbed the basket and slipped away.

Zhou Fang looked at the empty corner, sneered, and didn't chase after them.

Song Xianglan shook her head:

"Your mother, that's all she's accomplished in her life."

Once inside, Song Xianglan took out the money. "This is what we got from the Yan family today. Those people have suffered losses, so we can't let our efforts go to waste. This portion is yours."

Zhou Fang didn't even look at the money and pushed it back.

"Godmother, I can't accept this money."

"Take it." Song Xianglan pressed the money down. "Everyone gets a share. Widow Wang, Liu Chounu, and my second brother all received some."

Zhou Fang picked up the money and stuffed it back into Song Xianglan's hand.

"Godmother, you definitely didn't keep a single penny, right?"

Song Xianglan remained silent.

Zhou Fang sighed and said seriously, "You should save my share for Sister Erhua too."