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

Upon hearing this, the military wives exclaimed, "This mother-in-law is spoiling her daughter-in-law too much!"

Shen Huijun loves flowers and plants.

She couldn't help but smile. "Mom, I know where to find jacaranda trees."

"Tell Xiang Dong to build a small pavilion. Put a table inside, and we can eat there tonight." Song Xianglan deliberately gestured towards Zhao Xiaoyun with her chin, "Don't bother stirring things up. My daughter-in-law wants the moon in the sky, and I always say she's ambitious."

Zhao Xiaoyun: "..."

Military wives: "..."

The logistics department personnel arrived.

We began to take inventory of the things Song Xianglan had brought and needed to make a record of them.

Everyone watched with envy.

Salted duck eggs, goose eggs, canned oysters, beef, beef bones, pig's head meat... There are three two-pound jars of lard.

Brown sugar, rock sugar.

Song Xianglan fiddled with the herbs, saying, "I brought five-finger peach, milk root, dried radish, tiger tail wheel, and stone ginseng to make soup. Huijun is a weak child and needs to be nourished."

"The pickled cucumbers, sauerkraut, and pickled ginger are for Xiangdong."

Peanuts, dried shrimp, and dried longan are eaten as snacks, while female squid is used for soup.

……

She simply showed off a pair of jade bracelets. It's 77 now, quite different from a few years ago.

"This bracelet was passed down from my maternal grandmother to my mother, and I want to pass it on to Huijun. People in the countryside value inheritance; it's not worth much money, but it's my blessing to my son and daughter-in-law."

She put the bracelet on Shen Huijun's wrist.

The logistics department checked it over and found no prohibited items.

I heard that Song Xianglan was a well-known pig butcher in Qingyang, so I asked her a few more questions.

The logistics department staff left.

The rest of the onlookers also left.

An old woman wearing a blue headscarf came by carrying a basket, cursing from a distance:

"Zhao Xiaoyun, did you go beachcombing when I asked you to?"

Zhao Xiaoyun shuddered.

"I'll go now."

"All he does is stay home and do nothing all day, not doing anything productive."

The old lady arrived.

Those eyes were fixed on the things in the yard. Just as he was about to come in, Song Xianglan pushed him out. She quickly closed the yard gate and bolted it.

All in one go.

They didn't give Granny Lin a chance to come in.

"Huijun, lend a hand and get everything inside."

As Song Xianglan spoke, she turned and carried the things into the house. The main room was filled to the brim.

"Mom, what should we do with the chickens and ducks?"

Song Xianglan waved her hand, "I brought this for you to eat. We'll kill one tomorrow, and raise the rest of the chickens and ducks for now."

She glanced around from the yard.

"Just build a chicken coop in that corner over there."

Shen Huijun was still dizzy, as if she had been drinking. She followed Song Xianglan in and out, and when she heard about building a chicken coop, she nodded and then shook her head.

"I don't know how to build a chicken coop."

"I can."

She recalled her first arrival on the island in her previous life, when Shen Huijun was cautiously busy taking care of everything. Shen Huijun would retort with comments like, "Even a dog knows how to guard the house, you can't even do a proper job."

Gathering her thoughts, Song Xianglan told herself that she would have no regrets in this life.

"On my way here, I saw a small grove of trees, so I went to collect some wood and brought back some stones to build a few chicken coops."

"Let's wait for Xiang Dong to come back." Shen Huijun's expression changed; the stone was too heavy to move.

Song Xianglan didn't have time to wait.

He pushed Shen Huijun into the house and took out several books from his military green bag. "You should study hard. If the college entrance examination is reinstated, we'll get into a good university."

A blush rose to Shen Huijun's face.

She didn't expect that Song Xianglan would actually bring high school textbooks.

"mom……"

"Don't say anything. I'll clean these things up when I get back." Song Xianglan looked around; the main room was as simple and clean as it had been in her previous life.

On the table was a chipped earthenware jar with a bunch of wildflowers stuck in it.

She went outside and found a small cart in the yard on the left.

These small carts are common on islands, and their main advantage is that they save effort when going up and down slopes. They are used to carry stones and transport things.

A young woman came out of the house.

Song Xianglan stood by her family's fence, smiling as she greeted them, "Sister, may I borrow your stroller?"

The woman had a round face, and her half-moon-shaped eyes glanced at Song Xianglan before sweeping across the room.

She nodded. "Auntie, come and get it."

Song Xianglan borrowed a small cart and, relying on her memory, went to a hillside after leaving the family compound. The place was an abandoned quarry, where she picked out some irregularly shaped stone slabs and pebbles.

almost.

She then pushed the cart away.

After walking for about ten minutes, we arrived at the woods next to us.

She spotted some bamboo shoots. They're delicious stir-fried with sauerkraut or pork belly.

I picked some bamboo shoots and took them back.

Halfway there, we passed an uphill section and encountered soldiers returning from a training exercise.

A young soldier ran up to them, "Hey, do you need any help?"

"Thanks."

Song Xianglan was covered in sweat; she was getting old and her strength wasn't what it used to be. When she was young, she could carry a large, fat pig on her back, with half a sack of rice hanging in front of her.

"Do you live in the fishing village down below?"

"No. I live in the family compound, my son is Song Xiangdong."

The young soldier called out, "Deputy Regiment Commander Song. Auntie."

Song Xianglan never expected to see her son again on the way.

Song Xiangdong jogged over.

The sunlight formed a shimmering halo behind him, and his hard, bronze face was filled with disbelief.

Since writing the letter back, Song Xiangdong has been waiting for a reply.

He was worried that his mother would object.

He hadn't seen his mother for more than four years. The Song Xianglan in front of him had aged, and her gray hair was blown by the wind, obscuring her eyes.

The hands that fiddled with her hair were rough.

In Song Xianglan's eyes, she and her son had not seen each other for decades.

She quickly stepped forward.

"My son, my son." I'm so sorry, how could a mother not recognize her own son?

They mistook the ungrateful bastard for their own child.

Song Xianglan hugged Song Xiangdong tightly, her heart filled with bitterness, regret, and relief.

All the regret and grievances that had been building up for so long erupted at this moment.

Tears streamed down her face without warning.

Song Xiangdong held her tightly, somewhat at a loss, and said:

"Mom, what's wrong?"

"I miss you... It's been more than four years since we last met. I miss you so much." Song Xianglan couldn't tell the truth for the time being, and reached out her hand tremblingly to touch Song Xiangdong's angular face.

Through teary eyes.

She remembered receiving news of his sacrifice in her previous life.

It is said that he was blown up and was not even left with a complete body.

In this life, Song Xianglan is determined to change her son's fate.

When the soldiers on the training exercise saw this scene, many of them thought of their elderly mothers at home. Many of them wiped away tears.

Song Xiangdong longs for maternal love, but doesn't know how to get along with his mother.

He could only awkwardly wipe away Song Xianglan's tears. "Mom, it's my fault for being unfilial. I'll try to spend more time with you in the future."

Song Xianglan smiled.

"Now that you have a wife, you should spend more time with her. Huijun is a worry-free girl who doesn't want to cause you trouble, and she won't say anything even if she's wronged. As her husband, you need to be observant and not let your wife be bullied."

Song Xiangdong: "..."

Did he mishear the question about the mother-in-law/daughter-in-law relationship that he's been so worried about?

"mom."

"Your neighbor on the right, what's her name, Zhao Xiaoyun? She's always being sarcastic and sarcastic. I gave her a piece of my mind today." Song Xianglan held Song Xiangdong's hand, just like she would sometimes do when they were kids.

The sun quickly disappeared behind the other side of the sea.

Song Xiangdong pushed the cart home with Song Xianglan.

Shen Huijun cooked rice.

I fried an egg.

When Song Xianglan arrived home, she directed Song Xiangdong to build a chicken coop.

She went to the kitchen to get busy.

Shen Huijun's cooking skills are average, but she has a strong desire to learn. "Mom, I'll help you."

"You start the fire."

Stir-fried pig's tongue with pickled cabbage.

Stir-fried bamboo shoots with pig's ears.

I added a few slices of ginseng and carrot to the beef bones to make soup, and then added the potatoes cut into chunks.

Stir-fried pork lungs.

Song Xianglan brought a lot of things, so we had to eat the things that couldn't be left out first.

A family of three.

The table in the main room was piled high with food.

Song Xianglan served rice and sat opposite Song Xiangdong. Her eyes were full of affection. First, she picked up a large piece of pig's ear for Shen Huijun, and then kept picking it up for Song Xiangdong.

"I took half a month off to spend some quality time with you all."

Shen Huijun blushed as she showed Song Xiangdong the bracelet on her wrist. "My mother gave it to me. She said it was a family heirloom from my grandmother."

Song Xiangdong didn't understand anything about family heirlooms.

It's just a bit strange, why wasn't the family heirloom given to the eldest sister-in-law?

He was filled with doubts and questions, but his longing for his mother's love kept him from asking them aloud.

"Is Shen Huijun home?" someone called from outside the courtyard.