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

Sister-in-law Wang stood at the doorway, staring at the still-swaying courtyard gate, her mouth agape for a long time.

Is she going back to her parents' house to get a divorce?

They were just talking about dying a moment ago, and now they've decided to get a divorce after a fight? That's too frivolous.

"Mom, are you really going to make Zhihe divorce?"

Sister-in-law Wang was a little panicked. If there was no woman to manage the household, how would they survive in the future?

"What about the little girl? She's still breastfeeding."

The Queen Mother cried her heart out.

She regretted it. Last night, she was so angry that she hit Qiao Zhaodi too hard, leaving her covered in sores. She shouldn't have listened to their argument and continued hitting her this morning.

If she hadn't been in so much pain, Qiao Zhaodi wouldn't have been so determined to run away.

"What else can we do? I'll help take care of them. Once their tempers calm down, they won't leave anymore."

The Queen Mother wiped away her tears and snorted heavily through her nostrils, "Anyway, I'm the one who helps take care of the little girl during the day."

Zhao Di went out to work before, and didn't even think to save milk for Xiao Ya. She made Daya take care of her younger sister, but Daya is so young, and she has to take care of her sister and also cook.

Even though I favor boys over girls, I can't bear to see my granddaughter stay home to do chores and take care of her younger siblings instead of going to school.

The mother scolded her son and daughter-in-law for being fierce.

But looking at the little girl in her swaddling clothes, my heart softened.

This child is strange; he hummed a couple of times when he was in the Queen Mother's hands.

One diaper change.

After eating a full meal, you can sleep for half a day.

Compared to her daughter-in-law who only knew how to send things back to her parents' home all day, Wang Mu couldn't bear to see her eldest granddaughter working like a slave at such a young age.

We'll have to send Daya back to school next year.

We can't ruin the big picture for the sake of the small thing.

Only she, the old woman, suffered.

When the villagers who had been watching the spectacle saw that Qiao Zhaodi had really left with her bag, the show was over. They smacked their lips, still feeling unsatisfied, and dispersed in twos and threes, muttering about the Wang family's petty affairs.

Song Xianglan patted the corner of her clothes.

Just as he was about to leave, the Queen Mother grabbed his sleeve.

"Godmother, don't go." Wang's mother had red and swollen eyes, and looked rather pitiful. "I know you're a capable person, but can you help me persuade Zhihe? This marriage... can't really end in divorce."

The Queen Mother knew exactly what was going on.

With three children and such family circumstances, what decent girl would want to marry into Wang Zhihe's family and become a stepmother?

Those who are willing to enter are either disabled or have bad intentions.

When the time came, we entered the door.

Not only did they not live a good life, but they also had to treat the three seedlings left behind harshly.

Song Xianglan calmly pulled her sleeve back.

"Sister-in-law, don't cry."

"I was biased, I was wrong." The mother cried even harder, snot bubbles coming out of her nose. "But I did it all for this family. Even fingers are different lengths, I just wanted to make our lives better."

Xianglan, please try to persuade Zhihe. Maybe he'll listen to you and go after Zhaodi...

Song Xianglan looked at the Queen Mother's wrinkled face.

Pity the parents of the world.

Where did that old man Wang go after he died?

He didn't utter a single word even when we argued.

Song Xianglan said calmly, "Zhihe is an adult. Since he has spoken up, he has his own plans. What he does from now on is his own path."

After saying that, Song Xianglan ignored the Queen Mother's wailing.

He turned and walked out of the Wang family courtyard.

Just as I reached the path at the village entrance, a hunched-over man blocked my way.

Wang Dahai was wearing a drab gray coat, his beard was unkempt, and his face looked more than ten years older than before.

The resentment in his eyes was almost overflowing.

"Song Xianglan, you're everywhere, a troublemaker like you!" Wang Dahai gritted his teeth. "You call others troublemakers, but I think you're the biggest troublemaker for miles around. If it weren't for you, would our family have fallen apart? Would the village be so chaotic?"

Song Xianglan looked him up and down.

He chuckled.

"Hey, isn't that the green-haired sea turtle? Does it remind you of Zhang Yujuan?"

If you're thinking about her, then go after her! Why are you putting on this devoted lover act in front of me?

"You—" Wang Dahai's face turned purple with anger.

"Stop with the 'you, you, you'," Song Xianglan interrupted him, her eyes sharp. "I'm like a spear covered in shit; whoever I stab will die. You'd better stay away from me, or you'll get stabbed to death and then complain about being wronged."

Wang Dahai's chest heaved violently.

After struggling for a long time, I finally managed to utter a sentence:

I've remarried!

"If you're remarried, you should behave yourself." Song Xianglan rolled her eyes. "You can't stand the hot food at home, why do you have to crave the cold, rancid poop that was rotten by dung beetles?"

I don't know if you're genuinely hungry, or if you just naturally have this strong palate.

Wang Dahai was choked half to death.

Just as he was about to retort, he suddenly heard heavy footsteps behind him.

A woman with a pockmarked face walked over.

This woman is not tall, but she is very wide-shouldered.

The flesh on his body trembled when he walked.

Compared to Zhang Yujuan's slender figure, it's like comparing heaven and earth.

Zhang Mahua walked up to Wang Dahai, his beady eyes sweeping over Song Xianglan before he smiled and said, "This must be Sister Song, right?"

Song Xianglan raised an eyebrow.

"Are you... Brother Green's new wife?"

"My name is Zhang Mahua." Zhang Mahua wasn't annoyed. She reached out and took Wang Dahai's arm. With a little force, Wang Dahai winced in pain. "Sister Song is indeed as straightforward as the rumors say."

Done.

She turned to look at Wang Dahai, and the smile on her face instantly faded.

"Wang Cong is calling you back to build the pigsty, what are you dawdling about? Are you itching for a beating again?"

Wang Dahai shuddered, and the hatred in his eyes instantly turned into resentment.

He shook off Zhang Mahua's hand, lowered his head, and walked away.

They didn't dare utter a single word.

He was so heartbroken.

Getting involved with Zhang Mahua, this widow, was the biggest regret of his life.

This woman, I don't know where she got the strength from, insisted that if he didn't marry her, she would sue him for indecent assault.

If he really did cheat, then I'll accept it.

But he was clearly drunk that day...

Now he's married a shrew.

Looking at Zhang Mahua's round face, his mind was filled with Zhang Yujuan's gentleness and her captivating charm.

So what if I'm being cuckolded?

As long as someone is still around, it's better than dealing with such a tigress!

It's all Song Xianglan's fault.

Wang Dahai cursed under his breath as he walked.

If Song Xianglan hadn't made a fuss back then, would he be living such a miserable life?

Women are insatiable; they're still not satisfied even after getting a son for free.

Watching Wang Dahai being ordered around like a dog, Song Xianglan felt no emotion whatsoever.

That person is despicable.

Why do they always try to pin the blame on others? Do they really think she's a scapegoat?

Zhang Mahua watched Wang Dahai walk away, then turned back and smiled at Song Xianglan: "Sister Song, although our two families had some past conflicts, we live in the same village, so maybe we can become friends."

"Forget about friends." Song Xianglan waved her hand and walked away. "I'm a naturally solitary person."

Become friends with Wang Dahai's family?

She was afraid of having nightmares in the middle of the night.

Song Xianglan walked back along the ridge of the field, and casually dug up a few wild achyranthes on the roadside, planning to make a soup to cool her down when she got back.

"Lanlan, wait for me!"

Liu Dahua's voice came from behind.

Liu Dahua came running over, panting, carrying two dripping baskets.

Her trouser legs were rolled up high, and her legs were covered in mud.

She was different from the gossipy women in the village; she would rather spend her free time casting a few more nets at the beach.

" Went online again?"

Song Xianglan peeked into the basket.

Good guy.

Half a basket full of lively, jumping fish and shrimp.

"We're just killing time anyway," Liu Dahua said, wiping her sweat. "Here, take these back for the kids. There are too many shrimp. You can give them away if you want, or you can roast them into dried shrimp and keep them as snacks."

Dried shrimp?

A sudden idea flashed in Song Xianglan's mind, "Dahua, you mean roast it into dried shrimp?"

"Yes, what's wrong?" Liu Dahua was startled by her reaction.

The shrimp that the village couldn't finish eating were roasted into dried shrimp.

"Fish can also be made into dried fish!" Song Xianglan's eyes lit up instantly.

Seafood is worthless at this time because it can't be transported out. Live fish and shrimp die within two days of leaving the water and then rot.

But if you make dried fish and dried shrimp, they will keep longer.

When Song Dong and his men head north, they should take this with them. In inland areas where seafood is scarce, it will be a hot commodity.

It can help the women in the village find a job that allows them to earn money.

In their spare time, people roast shrimp and dry fish, which is a ready source of income.

Only when you have money in your hands can you stand tall!

"Dahua, you're truly my lucky star." Song Xianglan patted Liu Dahua's shoulder with a happy smile, already starting to plan how to proceed with this business.

Liu Dahua grinned, revealing a set of bright white teeth:

"What benefits will this lucky charm receive?"

Song Xianglan was in a great mood and joined in the jokes:

"Want me to let you smell my fart?"

"Get lost!" Liu Dahua laughed and cursed. "I ate too many fried beans today. Believe me or not, I'll fart some old bean and knock you out."

The two chatted and laughed all the way, and the bad luck they had picked up at the Wang family's house earlier had long since dissipated.

When they arrived at the Song family's gate, Song Xianglan's smile hadn't faded yet when she spotted a 28-inch bicycle parked by the courtyard wall.