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

Before Song Xianglan could even speak, the group with the hoarse voices scurried out of the crowd, hopped on their bicycles, and pedaled faster than rabbits, the chains practically smoking.

They left the territory of the Koizumi Brigade.

Only then did a few people dare to slow down and catch their breath.

"What bad luck!" The bespectacled man wiped the sweat from his brow and slapped the handlebars loudly. "I knew I shouldn't have come. I almost got myself killed!"

The other person was also annoyed:

"Isn't it because you said you wanted to earn some extra money? If you dare to arrest the model of supporting the military that the army has commended, you'll be skinned alive tomorrow."

The man with the hoarse voice had a pale face and felt a wave of fear wash over him.

The man wearing glasses pushed up his glasses, glanced back in the direction of Koizumi's battalion, and looked on with lingering fear.

"Actually, there have been rumors in the county for a while that they want to revitalize the economy. Our Qingyang has been a trading port since the Tang Dynasty. Which family in the surrounding area doesn't have a few relatives overseas?"

In previous years, when there was a famine, we relied entirely on foreign exchange remitted by overseas Chinese to survive.

The authorities are turning a blind eye right now, not wanting the people to starve to death while tending their sweet potato fields.

"You think you know everything?" The woman with the hoarse voice glared at him. "Hindsight is 20/20."

"You're the one who said you wanted to earn extra money."

The group blamed each other all the way, filled with regret.

……

In the Song family courtyard.

Watching the commune members flee in disarray, the ugly woman spat fiercely:

"A bunch of cowardly bullies. I'm still not over it."

She turned to look at Song Xianglan, her eyes widening: "Lanlan, that wretched woman from the Qiao family has been causing you so much trouble, and you're just going to let it go like this?"

Let's march straight to Qiao Family Village, drag that scumbag out, and give him a good beating.

Song Xianglan said, "Go. I also want to ask that old couple from the Qiao family how they managed to keep their entire household in such a dilapidated state."

"I'll go get help."

Liu Chounv was a woman of action; she grabbed a stool and rushed out the door.

In no time at all.

Liu Chunhua, Widow Wang, Huang Ronghua's wife, and Liu Dahua were all lured here by her.

Some were holding rolling pins.

Some were carrying broom handles, looking menacing.

Seeing this, Song Tingting panicked:

"Mom, are you guys going to fight? I want to go too."

"What are you going to do? That's an adult's business, you scholars shouldn't meddle." Liu Chounu shoved Song Tingting back, "You girls are too timid when you're cursing, if you curse too harshly, it will affect your image as scholars."

Song Tingting and Shen Huijun were left behind by them.

Da Bao and Er Bao, who were carrying small manure shovels, were also left behind.

The two mischievous monkeys looked disappointed and urged Song Tingting, "Auntie, why don't we sneak over?"

"I wouldn't dare."

"Why……"

……

When they arrived at the Qiao family's gate, it was tightly closed.

The ugly woman went up and kicked the wooden door open.

"Qiao Zhaodi, get out here right now!"

The curtain of the main room was lifted.

Mr. and Mrs. Qiao, along with Yang Xiaohong, emerged in a panic.

"What are you doing?" Mrs. Qiao demanded sternly.

"Where is Qiao Zhaodi?" Song Xianglan asked coldly, standing in the courtyard.

"They've gone to the hospital!" Yang Xiaohong screamed. "You've trespassed!"

The ugly woman was taken aback.

"I'm being punished and have to go to the hospital."

"My son Yaozu had his leg broken!" Qiao's mother cried and slapped her thigh. "It must have been you who did it. I'm going to sue you."

Everyone laughed when they heard this.

Widow Wang spat, "What goes around comes around!"

"Stop wasting time talking to them, smash it!" Song Xianglan ordered.

Several women, who had been holding back for a long time, rushed in and started fighting.

Pots and pans, tables and chairs—smash whatever you see.

"Oh dear, my water tank! My cabinet!"

Qiao's mother rushed forward to stop her, but Liu Dahua pushed her so hard she fell on her bottom.

Yang Xiaohong bared her teeth and claws, about to scratch Song Xianglan's face.

Song Xianglan slapped her across the face with her backhand, making Yang Xiaohong scream.

Qiao's father was kicked in the back of the knee by the ugly girl, and he knelt on the ground for a long time without being able to get up.

The noise was too loud.

Many people from Qiaojiazhuang came to see what was happening.

"You people from the Xiaoquan Brigade come here to cause trouble, do you think we, Qiaojiazhuang, are nobody here?"

The villagers of Qiaojiazhuang wanted to come and help.

Song Xianglan took out the red military dependent's certificate from her pocket and shoved it directly at Captain Qiao's nose.

"Captain Qiao, I just collected supplies for the front lines. This Qiao family is falsely accusing me of speculation and profiteering, and they're even trying to get the commune people to arrest me. They're sabotaging the supply lines to the front. Are you going to protect them?"

Qiao Dahuang was dizzy from the sight of that red booklet.

stunned.

Liu Chunhua chimed in from the side:

"Captain Qiao, my husband is the captain of the Xiaoquan Brigade."

He just received a phone call at the brigade headquarters. Comrade Song raised money at his own expense to send medicine to the front line; that's a meritorious deed that will be remembered for generations.

In the mouths of the Qiao family, they became capitalist roaders and underminers.

"Does Qiaojiazhuang think supporting the front lines was a mistake? Are you all in league with Western powers?"

This big label has been put on.

Who can handle this?

The villagers from Qiaojiazhuang who were watching all changed their expressions and retreated.

"No, no. That's not what we meant."

"We are different from Qiao Dahuang; we firmly support national policies."

"Don't drag our brigade into this."

Old Man Qiao trembled with anger: "You...you're just being unreasonable!"

Song Xianglan slapped Yang Xiaohong a few more times. "If the Qiao family dares to go to the commune and talk nonsense again, I'll call the armed forces department directly. Then we'll see if you, the brigade leader, or I, the model family member supporting the army, will be the unlucky one."

Captain Qiao glared at Qiao's father and snorted.

He walked away angrily with his hands behind his back.

Without the captain's support, they were left without him.

The Qiao family was completely at their mercy.

Song Xianglan and her group smashed everything in the Qiao family's house, leaving it in pieces. Then they clapped their hands and strode away like victorious generals.

The Qiao family of three was left alone amidst the ruins, weeping bitterly.

……

On the way back to the village.

Several people were still excitedly discussing it.

The ugly woman, still savoring the moment, remarked, "It's a pity we didn't get to beat up that bitch Qiao Zhaodi. But at least Qiao Yaozu's leg is broken; it's a blessing in disguise. I wonder which deity did this."

"That kind of scoundrel has done a lot of despicable things, he probably has a lot of enemies," Widow Wang said, pursing her lips.

We arrived at the entrance of Xiaoquan Brigade Village.

Upon seeing Song Xianglan and her entourage, Dapeng stood up, stubbed out his cigarette, and said, "Comrade Song, I'd like to speak with you privately for a few minutes."

Song Xianglan waved to Liu Chounu and the others.

"You guys go back first, I'll be there in a bit."

Everyone had gone far away.

Da Pengzuo pulled out a crumpled stack of 100-yuan notes from his pocket.

"There are four hundred and fifty here."

Da Peng lowered his voice, "Wang Zhihe gave me this job. He asked me to find someone to break Qiao Yaozu's legs and, incidentally, extort five hundred from him. Zhihe said he'd give me fifty as a favor, and the rest he'd give to you."

Song Xianglan asked suspiciously, "For me?"

Unexpectedly, Wang Zhihe not only got the money back, but also crippled Qiao Yaozu.

"He said he wanted you to pay back the money to the companies that were extorted, and the rest would go into a foundation."

"This kid's really got some skills."

Song Xianglan sighed, put the money away, took five yuan for herself and handed it to Dapeng, "Take this and treat the brothers to a good meal."

Da Peng took the money and grinned:

"Thank you, Aunt Song. If you ever need any work that's inconvenient to do manually, just let me know. I'm a professional."

Done.

He walked away whistling.

Song Xianglan held the thick wad of money, her heart filled with mixed emotions.

back home.

Song Xianglan summoned the women from the families who had been extorted by Qiao Zhaodi and Yang Xiaohong.

Besides the ugly girl, there were three honest and simple wives.

I was previously extorted for ten or twenty yuan, but I didn't dare to say anything because I was afraid of getting into trouble.

"This is the money Wang Zhihe gave you." Song Xianglan handed it out to each family on the list, "Give each person an extra five yuan as interest and compensation for emotional distress."

Several women, clutching their recovered money, left with profuse thanks.

After seeing everyone off.

Song Xianglan counted the remaining money; there were still over three hundred yuan left.

"Huijun, put the sixty-five yuan into our foundation. Write it as a donation from Wang Zhihe." Song Xianglan wrapped the three hundred yuan in a handkerchief and returned it to Wang Zhihe when he came back.

Shen Huijun nodded and picked up her pen to carefully record the accounts.

After recording the accounts.

She pulled two ten-yuan bills from her pocket.

Shen Huijun's eyes were gentle yet firm. "Mom, when I think of those women trapped by life, I want to help them."

"it is good."

Shen Huijun took the initiative to hug Song Xianglan, and felt extremely at ease smelling the faint scent of soap on her.

"All the theories the professors at school talk about are not as practical as your money."

Song Xianglan smiled and patted her on the back:

"I'm just an old woman, I don't understand any grand principles. All I know is that a person has to live to have food to eat and not let others bully them to death."

"In the future, this foundation will need the help of educated people like you and Tingting to make it more organized and larger so that it can help more people."

"Okay, I definitely will."

Shen Huijun felt a surge of impulse, and she returned to the school to promote it.

Song Tingting also came over.

She squeezed between the two like a kitten.

"I also want to do my part for the foundation."

The three women huddled together, the room dimly lit and warm.

The two little ones, Da Bao and Er Bao, came running in, each grabbing one of Song Xianglan's legs: "Grandma, I want a hug too!"

Outside the window, the night was deep.

At home, warm light comforts the soul.