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

Chunxia sat for a while, then said she wanted to go for a walk with Nie Xiaochuan.

Huang Shengli sat on the bench, feeling like he had nails stuck to his bottom; no matter how he sat, he was uncomfortable.

This perfectly good cabbage is being used to rummage through someone else's pig.

It's still a pig that's a complete mess at home.

"Chunxia, ​​come back soon!" Huang Shengli urged.

Chunxia, ​​her braid swinging in her hand, answered crisply:

"I know, they urged me to come back before I even left the house." She turned to look at Nie Xiaochuan, her eyes filled with the same kind of admiration she would show for a newly bought ox.

Chunxia went inside to ask Song Tingting what she needed to buy.

Song Tingting shook her head and said no.

Gou Sheng, being bold, shouted at the top of his lungs:

"Auntie, bring lots of fried rice cakes, horseshoe pastries, and fried dates too."

"Okay, I'll buy it for you." Chunxia agreed with great enthusiasm.

She has money in her pocket.

She earns 25 yuan a month, 10 yuan goes to her family, and she saves the remaining 15 yuan.

They eat and live at home, so they rarely spend money.

I can save ten yuan each month.

Watching the two leave the courtyard.

Huang Shengli picked up the red bean soup and took a sip. It was sweet, but it felt a little choking when he swallowed it.

Song Xianglan used the fire tongs to replace the coal briquettes in the stove and placed a kettle on top. "Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. Chunxia is a woman of her own mind, and my nephew is also a capable person."

Zhang Qin took over the conversation, her expression becoming more serious.

"Sister-in-law, since the two children have fallen for each other, there are some things we need to say openly. You're the matchmaker, so we'll tell you everything."

"Go ahead," Song Xianglan said, putting down the fire tongs and dusting off her hands.

"I have only one request."

Zhang Qin held up one finger, "As for the bride price, it can be the same as everyone else in the village. Our Huang family doesn't sell our daughters. This money will be kept in the dowry for Chunxia to take back."

But there's one condition: the furniture in the house must be new, and the "three turns and one sound" (referring to a revolving door, a watch, a telephone, and a radio) are indispensable. This isn't just about appearances; it's about the confidence to make a living.

"That's how it should be."

Song Xianglan nodded, "Xiao Chuan has made some money this year, so let's do as you say."

Huang Shengli put the bowl on the table.

"And the most important thing is this: if his brothers dare to bully Chunxia or cause trouble, our Huang family will come knocking on our door."

Song Xianglan didn't even lift her eyelids, her tone indifferent:

"If anyone in the Nie family dares to cause trouble, I, Song Xianglan, will be the first to take the lead."

With those words, Huang Shengli and Zhang Qin finally felt relieved.

Song Xianglan's fighting strength in Koizumi Battalion.

It was so famous that even stray dogs on the roadside dared not bare their teeth or sneer.

That's how things were settled.

Both sides agreed to let the children spend a month together first.

If you feel it's a good match, you can get engaged in the spring, which will be perfectly legitimate.

After seeing the Huang couple off, the sun was already setting.

Song Tingting came out of the house with a wooden comb in her hand, moved a small stool and sat down next to Song Xianglan. She let her hair down and handed the comb to Song Xianglan.

Song Xianglan took the comb and gently stroked her hair.

This hair is well-maintained, black and smooth.

"Mom," Song Tingting said, her voice muffled as she lay on Song Xianglan's lap, "the teacher talked to me a couple of days ago."

"What did you say?"

"He said I have good grades and have even self-studied all the senior year textbooks. He means... he wants me to register for the college entrance exam next year and give it a try." Song Tingting fidgeted with a loose thread on Song Xianglan's pants, feeling uncertain. "I'm a little scared. It would be so embarrassing if I didn't pass."

Song Xianglan's hands didn't stop moving.

The comb teeth scraped across the scalp, making a soft rustling sound.

"The teacher is letting you try, which means they think you have the ability to take the exam. If all else fails, you can repeat a year. It's not like our family can't afford it."

Tingting tilted her head back, her eyes sparkling.

"real?"

"When has Mom ever lied to you?" Song Xianglan flicked her forehead. "Just relax and focus on your studies. If the sky falls, Mom will hold it up for you."

Life is peaceful and serene here at home.

Dozens of miles away, along the national highway, the wind was biting cold.

The winter wind cuts like a knife across your face.

The ugly woman was wearing a thick cotton-padded coat and a drab gray scarf around her neck. Her hands were tucked into her sleeves as she coldly stared at the two people blocking the road.

Zhao Di stood to one side, her neck hunched, her face showing a mixture of embarrassment and fear, her eyes darting around nervously.

Fourth Sister.

Yang Xiaohong, wearing a blue cotton-padded jacket, was squeezing out a few drops of cat urine while howling and glancing at the ugly girl out of the corner of her eye.

"The rice jar at home is completely empty; even a mouse that goes in would come out crying. Your eldest nephew is screaming from hunger and is about to starve to death. We can't go on like this, so I had no choice but to come to you."

Zhao Di rubbed her hands together and stammered:

"Xiaohong, didn't I just give you five yuan a few days ago? That's quite a lot..."

"What can you do with five dollars?"

Yang Xiaohong's voice suddenly rose, becoming as sharp as scraping the bottom of a pot.

"So you think you can just abandon your family after you get married? No wonder Mom and Dad say you're a money-loser, an ingrate. You're living the high life while these people are doing this dangerous business. How could you not have money?"

After saying that, she moved across the middle of the road.

It points to the ugly woman.

"No one's leaving until you pay. Don't think I don't know what's in your baskets."

"Sneaking around like that is definitely not a good idea. Believe me or not, I'll shout right now and summon the commune militia!"

The ugly woman remained silent.

He just stared intently at Yang Xiaohong, then turned to look at Zhao Di.

This place is in the middle of nowhere, and nobody ever goes there.

If someone hadn't tipped them off, revealing the route and timing, how could Yang Xiaohong and her husband have been able to block them here so accurately?

Zhao Di shuddered as Liu Chounu's glare struck her.

She panicked.

Hurry up and go get Yang Xiaohong.

"Sister-in-law, what speculation and profiteering? This is just... just helping the brigade transport some things."

"Pah! You're kidding me!"

Yang Xiaohong shook off Zhao Di's hand, looking like a scoundrel.

"Stop talking nonsense. We don't want much, just fifty yuan. Pay up and we'll let you pass; otherwise, we'll fight to the death."

"Fifty?" Zhao Di's face turned pale. "That's too much..."

"How much money have you made through such unethical means? Why don't you share some with us?" Yang Xiaohong sneered, her eyes fixed on her greedily.

Liu Chounu took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to rush up and slap someone.

She wasn't afraid of fighting; she was afraid of making a scene and attracting attention.

If the goods are damaged, the transport team's reputation will be ruined.

"You're robbing me." The ugly woman's voice was as cold as ice.

Zhao Di was so anxious that she stomped her feet, and tears streamed down her face.

Turning to look at the ugly woman, he pleaded with a sob in his voice:

"Auntie, how about... how about giving us some? If we really get called, we're all doomed. If we end up in the police station, we won't be able to explain it to the transport team."

The ugly woman turned her head and stared intently at Zhao Di.

"Is this your brilliant idea?" the ugly woman asked through gritted teeth.

"It has nothing to do with me."

"Then...how about giving me a smaller amount?"

Zhao Di turned to look at Yang Xiaohong, looking like a wronged wife caught in the middle. "Xiaohong, I really don't have fifty. This is all I have... I have ten yuan here, it's my secret stash, can you have it all?"

"Are you trying to fob off a beggar with that ten dollars?"

Yang Xiaohong didn't respond at all, her eyes darting around. "You two are in business together, so stop complaining to me about being poor."

The phrase "you two" pierced Liu Chounv's ears like a needle.

She suddenly looked at Zhao Di.

Zhao Di's face turned deathly pale instantly, her lips trembled, and she couldn't utter a single word of explanation.

The ugly woman understood everything.

This is all a setup.

Zhao Di had already informed her family, which is why these bloodsuckers came. Now they're crying and begging, just to use outsiders to force her to hand over money, so that she, the "scapegoat," can both play the good guy and support her family.

Well thought out.

That's quite a scheme.

Qiao Yaozu, Zhao Di's younger brother, couldn't wait and stepped forward to lift their baskets.

The ugly woman raised her hand and slapped him.

He took a step back and said, "Get out of here."

"Help! Someone's been profiteering!" Yang Xiaohong shouted as she saw the man being beaten.

Zhao Di cried and pleaded:

"Stop shouting. Auntie, just pay me back. I'll pay you back later; it'll be considered my loss, okay?"

"OK."

Seeing someone walking over from the other side of the road, Liu Chounu suppressed her anger and pulled out two ten-yuan bills from her pocket, throwing them directly at Zhao Di.

"Take it."

Zhao Di's eyes flashed; the old man really wanted her to bear the burden alone.

Yaozu and Yang Xiaohong pressured the ugly girl to stay, one after the other.

"Give us all the money in your pockets."

Leave the ugly woman: ...

"Don't cut off your own escape route."

Yaozu didn't care about any backup plan; that was something his fourth sister should worry about.

He reached into the ugly woman's pocket and took all the money, which was eleven yuan.

Yang Xiaohong emptied Zhao Di's pocket of the dozen or so yuan.

Zhao Di bit her lip angrily, "Why did you take my money too?"

Yang Xiaohong counted the money with saliva, grinning from ear to ear: "You have your brother-in-law supporting you, so you should spend your earnings on your family. Yaozu, let's go to a state-run restaurant for a good meal."

The couple grabbed the money and ran away as fast as they could, as if they had found a gold mine.

The wind was still blowing, whipping up the withered grass on the ground.

Zhao Di stood still.

Looking at Liu Chounu's gloomy face, which seemed to drip water, he cautiously approached:

"Ugly girl, this money... I'll have Wang Zhihe pay it back later. But you have to promise me you won't tell anyone about what happened today. You know my man has a good relationship with Aunt Song's family..."

"Shut up."

She needed to reassure Zhao Di first and ensure the goods were delivered safely.

Standing in the cold wind, Zhao Di suddenly felt a surge of unprecedented panic. She resented Song Xianglan a little; it was all her fault for not arranging jobs for her family members in the transport team.