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

The Wang family courtyard was in complete chaos, with children crying and adults shouting.

Listening to his mother cursing and his sister-in-law complaining about the children's noise inside the house, Wang Zhihe felt like his head was about to explode.

This home.

He couldn't stand it for even a minute longer.

He strode into the house, pulled two ten-yuan bills from his pocket, and said, "Mom, take this twenty yuan. Thank you for your hard work."

The Queen Mother was changing the baby's diaper when she saw the money and her eyes lit up.

"What are you doing?"

"Mom, I'm sorry. This is the money you earned through hard work." Wang Zhihe didn't dare look his mother in the eye, afraid that he would soften his heart if he did.

After saying that, he turned around, went back into the house to change into a set of durable old work clothes, stuffed the scalding hot divorce certificate into the bottom of the box, and left without looking back.

We arrived at the meeting point in the county town.

Zhou Fang, wrapped in a military overcoat, was directing people to move goods when he turned his head and saw Wang Zhihe standing by the truck with a tattered cloth bag on his back. He paused for a moment.

"Why are you here? Aren't you going to take care of things at home? Who's going to look after the kids?"

Wang Zhihe said in a muffled voice:

"My mom is watching."

Zhou Fang clicked his tongue and handed him a cigarette.

"Your mom is really great. My mom would never help me."

Wang Zhihe gave a wry smile and didn't respond.

He didn't dare tell her that his mother didn't know he had gone on a long trip.

On the Wang family's side.

Wang's mother had no idea that her son had gone on a long trip with the caravan; she simply assumed he was feeling down and had gone to visit friends.

She looked at the baby girl who was crying for milk.

With a determined heart, he took three yuan from the twenty yuan, bought two jin of pig's trotters, and carried them to Wang Ersao's house.

"Hey, second son, here's three yuan."

The Queen Mother placed the money and meat on the table, saying, "The little girl has no milk to drink, so feed her a few mouthfuls. This pig's trotter will make soup for you to help with milk production."

Wang Ersao swallowed hard as she looked at the glistening pig's trotters and the three bills.

She has plenty of breast milk and can easily feed a three- or four-month-old baby.

"Alright, Mom, bring the little one over when she's hungry," said Wang Ersao, tucking the money into her bosom with a smile on her face.

……

On the other side, the Song family.

The medicines in the house had long been moved out and were transported to Haishi overnight with Zhou Fang's convoy.

Song Xianglan held the telephone receiver and spoke with the head of the quartermaster department:

"Don't worry, Director. In addition to that batch of urgently needed medicines, I also got some compressed biscuits and chocolate for those kids."

These are all in-demand items from Hong Kong; they're high in calories, but they can be lifesavers.

The voice on the other end of the phone was cheerful:

"Sister Song, you've been a huge help to us. This batch of supplies is so timely; the front lines desperately need these high-energy supplies. On behalf of the soldiers, thank you!"

"I'm just doing my best, but I'm nowhere near as good as them," Song Xianglan said politely before hanging up the phone, feeling relieved.

She had just returned from wandering around the brigade headquarters.

Before even entering the courtyard, they saw the Queen Mother rushing over in a hurry, carrying the little girl.

"Xianglan, have you seen my Zhihe?" Wang's mother asked anxiously. "He left a note saying he went with the carriage."

Song Xianglan was taken aback: "I didn't see him."

"Oh no!" Song Xianglan slapped her thigh. "That bastard is probably going to Haishi with Zhou Fang's convoy."

The Queen Mother swayed, nearly dropping her child. "That heartless bastard, he abandoned us and ran away?"

"What a terrible thing!"

The mother plopped down on the stone bench by the gate. "Children are all debts. That jinx Qiao Zhaodi has ruined the family, and that heartless Zhihe has run away again."

Daya is sensible, but Baogen is spoiled and only knows how to ask for his mother. This little girl is still breastfeeding... My old bones will have to pass on to them sooner or later."

Song Xianglan felt a headache coming on.

The old lady, having had a tough time, pulled the person into the yard: "Come inside and have some water."

The two sat in the courtyard.

While wiping away tears, Wang's mother cursed Wang Zhihe from head to toe, and then cursed Qiao Zhaodi's ancestors for eighteen generations.

They were cursing.

Liu Chou-nv stormed in, carrying a small stool.

"Are you insulting Qiao Zhaodi? Count me in."

Liu Chounu placed the stool next to Song Xianglan, sat down, and started ranting, "That damned woman cheated me out of tens of yuan last time, and I still can't get over it."

Three women make a drama.

The two elderly women cursed their common enemy with such righteous indignation.

"Qiao Zhaodi is not even a human being."

The ugly woman spat as she spoke, "The Qiao family is a bunch of bloodsuckers. Your Wang family was too easy to talk to before, which is why you got bullied."

The voice just fell.

Suddenly, a cacophony of footsteps echoed from the courtyard gate.

Several men dressed in Zhongshan suits and wearing red armbands walked in with stern faces. The one in the lead shouted:

Who is Soong Xianglan?

The cursing in the courtyard stopped abruptly.

Song Xianglan placed her teacup on the table. "That's me. What brings you here, gentlemen?"

"Someone reported you for speculation and profiteering, and for hoarding contraband." The man with the hoarse voice said sternly, his eyes darting around the yard.

"Come with us to the commune to be investigated."

The ugly woman's expression changed.

He stood up abruptly.

"Who reported this? Isn't this slander?"

"No comment. We need to protect the whistleblower's privacy." The man with the hoarse voice waved his hand, and the men behind him tried to barge into the house.

Song Xianglan sneered inwardly.

The house has been completely emptied out, not a single thing left.

Song Xianglan clutched her chest, her brow furrowed. "My son just went to the southwestern border to defend our country. I am a military family member."

I'm living in constant fear; my heart isn't good to begin with, so I really can't go to the commune with you.

The man choked on his hoarse voice.

My steps faltered.

The label of "military dependent" does indeed carry some weight.

Especially the soldiers who had just gone to the southwest.

The curtain to the west room was lifted, and Shen Huijun came out.

She held up a red military dependent's certificate in her hand, flashed it in front of the man with the hoarse voice, and said in a calm and unhurried tone:

"Comrades, if it's about revitalizing the economy, I think you've misunderstood."

The country's current policy is to encourage people to revitalize circulation, and Qingyang, being a coastal city, should take the lead.

Isn't your behavior a bit counterintuitive?

A bespectacled man next to the man with the hoarse voice became displeased and pushed up his glasses.

"Who do you think you are? You spout platitudes, but you're just engaging in speculation and profiteering, undermining socialism."

"I am Shen Huijun, a sophomore majoring in political economy at Xincheng University."

Shen Huijun smiled slightly, but her scholarly air carried a hint of sarcasm.

"I don't understand what 'undermining' means. I only know that Marx said in 'Capital' that the relations of production must adapt to the development of the productive forces."

Under the premise of a planned economy as the mainstay, allowing appropriate commodity circulation is a necessary supplement.

Your current actions are hindering the development of productive forces and are engaging in dogmatism.

This barrage of words, both politically correct and professionally competent, and even laced with foreign jargon, came crashing down on him.

The roughnecks were completely bewildered, their eyes wide with disbelief.

What kind of productivity?

What's the relationship?

The man with glasses was speechless, his face turning red and his neck bulging, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

Song Xianglan saw that the fire was almost done.

Suddenly, a voice came out softly:

"I think this whistleblower might not be that guy from Qiao Family Village, right?"

The faces of several people from the commune visibly stiffened for a moment. Although they didn't say anything, their reaction was already an open secret.

"It's none of your business. We need to investigate this thoroughly," the man with the hoarse voice said, forcing a smile.

This sentence was like stirring up a hornet's nest.

Just moments ago, the Queen Mother was crying her heart out when she suddenly jumped up with a loud "Aww!" and almost poked her finger into the man's hoarse nostril.

"Oh, so it was that slut Qiao Zhaodi who was behind it all."

The Queen Mother was no longer in a state of dejection as she had just been.

Their combat power instantly skyrocketed.

"My family has had the worst luck in eight generations to marry a jinx who steals from her husband's family to support her own family, which drove my son to run away from home and abandoned our three children."

The Queen Mother cried and slapped her thigh.

"The women of the Qiao family will do anything for money. The Qiao family is a bunch of hooligans. When they run out of money, the whole family will squat in front of people's doors to defecate and urinate, forcing them to give them money."

You actually believe such a shameless lie? Are you two having an affair with that slut? Ah…are you having an affair with her?

This was a random barrage of fire.

He berated the people from several communes so severely that their faces turned red and white in turns.

"You... what nonsense are you spouting, you old hag? If you keep talking nonsense, I'll arrest you." The man's hoarse voice trembled with anger.

"Go ahead and grab me!" the Queen Mother declared, throwing a tantrum. "I don't want to live anymore! You're bullying an old woman like me with three crying children!"

Old Mrs. Qiao said she had connections in the commune, and that as long as she slept with someone for one night, everything would be settled. It seems it's true.

More and more neighbors gathered around to watch the spectacle.

The pointing and whispering grew louder.

"Who are these people? They have such heavy tastes."

"You don't know, some people just like strong flavors."

"After eating too much bland food, we need to change things up and get something stimulating."

Song Xianglan added insult to injury at the opportune moment:

"Comrades, Qiao Zhaodi is my godson's ex-wife. She has been holding a grudge over the division of property during our divorce."

Her younger brother, Qiao Yaozu, was a notorious good-for-nothing who spent his days indulging in drinking, gambling, and whoring, and treated his sister like a bloodsucker.

I simply said a few fair words, and she threatened to retaliate against me. She said she has connections in the commune, and it seems she's telling the truth.

Song Xianglan looked at the man with a hoarse voice with a half-smile.

"I also want to ask, does our organization handle this kind of malicious reporting and retaliation against military families? If no one is doing anything about it, I'll call the military and let them judge this matter."

The people in several communes were completely panicked.

They originally came here to give the Qiao family a warning after receiving some benefits, but they ended up kicking a hornet's nest.

This college student is talking about theory.

The shrew resorted to insults and personal attacks in the street.

Finally, they even brought in the military.

Especially that line, "had an affair with Qiao Zhaodi," if that accusation were leveled against him, he'd lose his job.

The group of people looked at each other in bewilderment.

They want to back out, but they can't back down gracefully.

Just then, Song Tingting came running in from outside, panting, and shouted with a joyful expression:

"Mom, the army just called again!"

Song Tingting's shout drew everyone's attention.

"The military commander said that because of the first batch of supplies you provided, more people donated supplies, and they want to issue a commendation to our family and even send us a plaque. They also said we are a model of supporting the military!"

"Really?" Song Xianglan feigned surprise.

"It's absolutely true! The brigade secretary said he'll make a public announcement over the loudspeaker tomorrow morning!"

The courtyard was in complete uproar.

The people from those communes were so weak in the knees that their legs went weak.

A model of supporting the military?

Do we also need to send a plaque?

This isn't some speculator; this is an exemplary figure who's incredibly popular!

Sweat poured down the man's hoarse face. He didn't dare utter a single harsh word, and slunk away, saying, "Um... there might be a misunderstanding. Let's go back and double-check, double-check..."