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

The day before the Lunar New Year's Eve in the South, Zhou Fang and the others returned.

Zhou Fang carried the tape recorder to Song Xianglan's house.

A strange, chattering voice came from the tape recorder, belonging to a man and a woman.

"Hello, Hao Du You Du?" Zhou Fang sat cross-legged on the kang, holding the brick-like dictionary in his hands, repeating along with the tape over and over again.

Da Bao listened intently and muttered along softly:

"Okay...all...oil...all?"

Song Xianglan said he was like he was possessed, learning foreign languages.

Wang Zhihe's family was in an uproar.

Wang Zhihe entered the room.

My bottom hasn't even warmed up yet.

His mother then beat him mercilessly with a broom handle.

"You heartless bastard, you still know how to come back."

While hitting her, Wang's mother scolded, "You married a piece of shit, and you want a divorce so easily? When I used to make her do chores, you couldn't wait to separate from me, protecting her like the apple of your eye."

Now look what's happened! You just pack up and go to Shanghai, leaving the three kids at home. Are you trying to kill me with work so you can make room for a stepmother?

Old Wang squatted at the doorway, smoking a pipe.

Hearing this, he shuddered and almost dropped his pipe.

He shrank back, not daring to utter a sound.

He was terrified that the fire would spread to him and that his wife would accuse him of "wanting a second spring in his life."

The eldest brother and his brothers looked at each other in bewilderment.

No one dared to step forward and offer advice.

Wang Zhihe dodged the broom while waving his hands in pleas for mercy:

"Mom, I didn't mean that. I'm going to earn money..."

The Queen Mother scolded until her mouth was dry and her broom bristles fell apart.

"Do you think I'm as blind as you? Did you poop your brain out when you were constipated?"

I must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes to have given birth to you wretched children.

"You beasts! Your Wang family name is just to be related to turtles, isn't it? You're all cold-blooded, rushing to harm me alone."

This barrage of insults.

They even included their ancestors for eighteen generations.

While his mother was catching her breath, Wang Zhihe quickly poured a large bowl of cold water and brought it to her.

He reached into his pocket with his other hand.

He pulled out a handful of ten-yuan notes, didn't even count them, and stuffed them directly into the Queen Mother's hand.

"Mom, have some water and calm down. I know you've worked hard, this is for you."

Just as the Queen Mother was about to continue her tirade, a glimpse of the tickets caught her eye, and she swallowed back the profanities that were about to spill from her lips.

She put down the bowl.

He picked up the wad of cash, moistened his saliva, and counted it.

Thirty yuan.

The Queen Mother's old face, as withered as tree bark, instantly relaxed, her wrinkles beaming with joy; her expression changed faster than turning the pages of a book.

"Oh dear, third child, that's not what I meant. It's just that these three kids are too noisy, and my old bones just can't take it anymore."

Wang Zhihe saw that this tactic worked.

He quickly pulled out a few pieces of floral fabric and two bags of milk powder from his bundle.

"Sister-in-law, second sister-in-law, sister-in-law, this is some fabric I brought for you. It'll be enough to make you a new outfit. Second sister-in-law, this baby formula is for you. Thank you for helping with breastfeeding."

The group of sisters-in-law who were originally watching the play and eating melon seeds there.

His eyes lit up instantly.

Sister-in-law Wang held the piece of floral fabric, touching the material with obvious delight.

"Oh, third brother, you're being too polite. We're all family, it's only right that we help each other with the kids. My sons can also help look after their younger siblings."

Wang Ersao couldn't stop smiling as she hugged the precious bag of milk powder.

"Sanya is very well-behaved. She sleeps after she's full. I have plenty of breast milk anyway. It's the same whether I feed my son or both of them."

Even the laziest fourth son's wife came over and offered to help wash the diapers.

Money is a wonderful thing.

It can turn the trivial matters at home into brotherly love and harmony.

The Queen Mother put the thirty yuan into her inner pocket and patted the bulging pocket.

"Third brother, what are your plans for the future?"

"Mom, I've made up my mind. I'll give you twenty yuan every month from now on, and you can help me raise the child for a few years. I still need to go out and drive a truck to earn money." Wang Zhihe squatted on the ground and lit a cigarette.

"Not looking for a wife?" Wang's mother asked tentatively.

Sister-in-law Wang's eyes darted around, and she was about to bring up Lin Fang's matter, but then she thought of Wang Zhi and the three children, and swallowed her words.

Lin Fang is good at making money, so why would she want this burden of a large family?

Wang Zhihe shook his head.

Exhale a smoke ring:

"I'm not looking anymore. I need to raise the child first. In my current state, anyone who stays with me will suffer."

The Wang family was overjoyed because of the money.

Meanwhile, chaos reigned at the Qiao family's house.

Qiao Zhaodi huddled in the corner, her hair disheveled, with a clear handprint on her face.

Yang Xiaohong stood with her hands on her hips, pointing her finger at her nose and cursing:

"Crying, crying, all you do is cry! Crying at your parents' house during the Lunar New Year, are you trying to cry away all the family's wealth? You're such a jinx."

Qiao Zhaodi covered her face.

Tears streamed down my face.

Most of the money she brought back was swindled away by Qiao's mother and Yang Xiaohong, leaving her with only twenty-odd yuan in her pocket.

"I'm not leaving. This is my home!" Qiao Zhaodi shouted.

"You're divorced, why are you still staying at your parents' house?"

Yang Xiaohong rushed up and shoved him again, "Isn't the house of that old bachelor who died at the west end of the village empty? Mom said you should go there for a few days during the New Year, so you won't be an eyesore at home."

That mud house, drafty on all sides, didn't even have a proper door.

Qiao Zhaodi looked at her father and Qiao Yaozu, who were sitting to the side smoking.

Qiao Yaozu waved his hand impatiently.

"Don't blame Xiaohong. There are many customs during the New Year, and it's indeed unlucky for a divorced woman to stay at home."

Go stay for a few days, and we'll talk about it after the New Year.

"Find a way to steal Daya and Baogen from the Wang family. With money, everything will be easier."

They even heard that they were going to steal children.

Qiao Zhaodi's heart sank completely.

She regretted it.

"The reason I got divorced is because I gave you too much money. Qiao Yaozu, you shouldn't be ungrateful. You were the ones who encouraged me to divorce and use Wang Zhihe against me."

"I didn't tell you to actually get a divorce. Who's to blame? Go to the west end of the village right now."

"I'm not going..." Qiao Zhaodi murmured.

"You have to go, whether you want to or not." Yang Xiaohong came up and tried to pull her.

Qiao Zhaodi struggled to run out of the house, stumbling and wading towards Xiaoquan Brigade.

She wanted to beg Wang Zhihe to let her go back, out of consideration for their past marriage.

She ran to the Xiaoquan Brigade.

It was completely dark.

She ran into her friend Yang Fengying, who was carrying a basin of water out to splash water.

"Fengying!" Qiao Zhaodi rushed over and grabbed Yang Fengying's arm. "Has Zhihe returned?"

Yang Fengying was startled by her strange appearance. "Oh my, isn't this Sister Qiao? I heard your ex-mother-in-law scolding him for not coming home today."

Yang Fengying was out of touch with the world.

Since Wang Zhihe was scolded by his mother as soon as he got home and didn't even leave the house, outsiders really didn't know.

When Qiao Zhaodi heard that she hadn't returned, her last glimmer of hope was extinguished.

She let go of his hand in a daze, cursing Wang Zhihe for being heartless.

On the large table in Song Xianglan's house.

Stacks of large denominations of unification were piled up.

Song Dong, Song Fei, Zhou Fang... each of them received a thick stack of papers.

Everyone was counting the money, their hands were shaking.

Liu Yukun sat in the corner, clutching the money he had just received.

He pulled out two ten-yuan bills and put them in his pocket, then pushed the rest back to Song Xianglan.

"Godmother, could you please keep this money for me?"

Song Xianglan was taken aback:

"Yu Kun, this is money you earned yourself, why are you leaving it here?"

Liu Yukun gave a wry smile and scratched his head.

"If I take it back, my stepfather and mother will take it away within tomorrow. They say they're saving it for my future wife, but it's actually all going to their whole family. I only need twenty yuan for spending money."

The atmosphere in the room became heavy for a moment.

Everyone knows about Liu Yukun's messy family situation.

His stepfather didn't care for him, and his biological mother would beat and scold him frequently in order to please his stepfather.

He was an unwanted addition to that family.

"Okay, I'll keep track of it for you." Song Xianglan readily accepted the money and made a note in a notebook.

Song Xianglan took out another envelope and handed it to Wang Zhihe.

"Zhihe, this is what Dapeng specifically asked me to give you. After deducting the money we gave back to everyone, donate the change to the foundation, and the remaining three hundred yuan is for you."

Wang Zhihe's hand trembled. "Godmother, donate it all to the foundation."

"Take it, this is your capital." Song Xianglan patted his shoulder. "With spring coming, we need to make new plans."

"If you don't drive sports cars right after the New Year, aren't you planning to build houses?"

Once this topic was started...

Everyone perked up.

"We have to build it! We absolutely have to build it!" Song Fei was the first to shout. "My parents said they're going to fly us all out of the country."

Huang Ronghua nodded, "I want to build one too. We'll tear down those old houses and rebuild a spacious one, so that... so that the children can live comfortably when they grow up."

It was Wang Zhihe's turn.

He clutched the money in his hand, looking troubled: "I'd like to, but I don't have enough money. I still have to pay my family's expenses and raise my children..."

"How much do you need? I'll lend it to you." Zhou Fang has earned a lot of money this year.

"I'll lend you mine too," Liu Yukun said.

Wang Zhihe looked at the two brothers and said, "Alright, if we don't have enough to build a house, we'll let you know."

"Yu Kun, what about you?"

Song Xianglan looked at Liu Yukun, who had been silent all along, and said, "Of these people, you're the only one who hasn't found a partner yet. You're not getting any younger, you can't keep living with your stepfather and suffering all the time."

Liu Yukun lowered his head, his fingers digging into the corner of the table.

"I want to build, but I don't have a homestead. My brothers all say that I am an outsider and cannot take their homestead."

"Can a living person die from holding in their pee?"

Song Xianglan: "Your household registration has been in our brigade for a long time, so you're one of our brigade members. Go find the brigade leader; he needs the land next to Zhou Fang's house."

A glint flashed in Liu Yukun's eyes.

"Will it really work?"

Song Xianglan's gaze swept over everyone. "The land next to Zhou Fang's house is just right. Being near us will give you some protection."