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

Song Xianglan waited until he was in front of her before deliberately sliding off Jia Dafang.

A very smooth hand was holding the policeman's leg.

"Heavens above! That huge black bear demon attacked an old woman like me! Officer, you must do justice for me!"

"The people's police stand up for the people."

"I'm just an old woman, and I'm so miserable. I was stopped by her when I was buying fish. First she called me a vixen, and then she hit me."

Song Xianglan kept rolling her eyes as she cried.

He looked like he had fainted.

Junior police officer: "..."

"I clearly saw you hit someone."

Jia Dafang jumped up crying, her face smeared and her hair disheveled.

Song Xianglan used those two whips as weapons and hit her several times; the thick braids hurt a lot when they hit someone.

"Zhang Jie. You didn't see wrong, it was this old woman who hit me."

Jia Dafang sobbed.

The older policeman frowned, and just as he was about to speak, he heard Song Xianglan let out a terrible scream.

"So it's someone with connections. No wonder Jia Dafang bullied an old woman like me. So you're here to back her up?" Song Xianglan's eyes scanned the crowd.

Pointing to a thin little girl, he asked, "Girl, does Jia Dafang usually scold you?"

The girl glanced timidly at Jia Dafang and hurriedly waved her hand.

"I...I don't know." She was afraid of retaliation.

Song Xianglan then pointed to another young man covered in patches, "Young man, did Jia Dafang say you were poor and shabby?"

The young man touched his hair.

"She's right, I may be poor, but I'm famous."

Song Xianglan sniffed.

He looked at the two of them with an air of utter indifference, "I'm a military dependent, but I understand your protectiveness towards Jia Dafang. I'll admit later that I started the trouble, that I failed to speak up..."

Junior police officer: "..."

"I didn't say that."

Song Xianglan: "You said you were going to arrest me. You said I assaulted someone."

Junior police officer: "..."

The onlookers finally figured it out.

There was much discussion:

"Who is this Jia Dafang?"

"His brother is in cahoots with these two guys wearing hats."

Someone exclaimed, "Oh my god... it's a gang!"

The old policeman's face turned cold. "We're comrades. What gang?"

Everyone curled their lips in disapproval.

Hai Sheng, with one foot on the basket, pointed at Jia Dafang as his witness:

"She's the one who stopped us. Her first words were 'vixen,' 'jinx,' and 'husband-killer.' If you didn't usually protect her, would she be so arrogant?"

For Haisheng, Song Xianglan was a major client.

Jia Dafang rushed over and started hitting Haisheng.

The moment he raised his hand, Song Xianglan slapped him twice before he could.

Crisp and powerful.

Song Xianglan clapped her hands. "I'm doing a good deed, protecting the people. Answering quickly and hitting quickly are pretty much the same thing."

Jia Dafang's face became even more swollen.

She cried and begged the police officer to arrest Song Xianglan.

Zhang Jie grabbed Jia Dafang, "Dafang, let's go back."

Jia Dafang cried and refused to leave.

Song Xianglan added fuel to the fire, "Jia Dafang, with your brains, you wouldn't be waiting here to stop me. That woman who instigated you is wicked; she ran away after you got beaten up. If I were you, I'd go and settle the score with her."

Jia Dafang, who refused to leave, stopped crying.

He asked in confusion:

"What makes her think I overheard someone else's conversation? Was she eavesdropping on us?"

Zhang Jie: "..."

I felt a little sad for a moment.

……

Haisheng carried the basket and escorted Song Xianglan back to the family compound.

The boy on the small stool next door was holding a small bamboo stick and shouting "Charge!" all the way.

We arrived at our doorstep.

He slammed on the brakes, bent over, spread his legs, and peered between them at Song Xianglan with a smirk:

"Grandma Song, I am Little Stool."

Little Stool is very naughty; as his grandmother would say, if he wasn't beaten, he'd be climbing on the roof and tearing off the tiles.

Song Xianglan grabbed him by the back of the collar.

"Come over to my house."

"it is good."

He darted inside like a monkey.

Song Xianglan gave Haisheng the money and then deliberately grabbed a handful of fruit candies for him. "Take these and eat them."

Haisheng accepted it with a smile.

"Auntie, I'll save the best fish and shrimp I find at sea for you next time."

"it is good."

Song Xianglan was handling seafood at home, and Xiao Bandeng ran around helping out. She also made more than a dozen trips back and forth to her own house, each time carrying two pieces of firewood.

Grandma Wang couldn't bear to look at her shameful grandson.

Standing by the wall, he laughed:

"I'll give you my little stool."

Song Xianglan smiled and agreed, "Judging from your accent, are you from Northeast China?"

Aunt Wang quickly climbed over the wall and came over. Song Xianglan knew that the bench wouldn't have become mischievous for no reason.

She glanced at the dog shark in the bucket.

"This thing looks slippery, and your hands get all sticky when you touch it. Could it even taste good?"

"Yes, you can."

Song Xianglan didn't miss the wound on Song Xiangdong's arm; the boy always hid his injuries. "It's best for his wounds to heal. My Xiangdong is so good at enduring pain."

While they were talking, they went to fetch boiling water from the coal stove to scald the dog shark.

"I'll make it in a bit and bring you some to try some local seafood."

"Then I'll order you some sauerkraut dumplings for lunch."

"Okay," Song Xianglan happily agreed.

Aunt Wang was a kind and honest person, and she took good care of Shen Huijun.

She helped with the work.

Shen Huijun returned home without having lunch at her parents' house.

She was afraid of wasting time reading.

The two women next door, Zhao Xiaoyun and Granny Lin, noticed that Song Xianglan and Granny Wang got along very well. The two women would stand in the yard and either beat chickens or scold their children.

Only the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law ate lunch at home.

Shen Huijun cooked sweet potato porridge.

I stir-fried some clams and boiled some ribbonfish.

Her cooking skills weren't very good, but Song Xianglan ate with great relish.

"tasty."

"Mom," Shen Huijun said, taking off the jade bracelet from her wrist, "My parents said this bracelet is too valuable."

She initially thought the old items from the rural family wouldn't be worth much, so she accepted them without hesitation. However, her parents later declared them to be old items in excellent condition.

It is quite valuable.

You should keep it.

Song Xianglan put the bracelet on her wrist again, saying, "What's given to you is yours. I still have old things like this, but none of the children in the family know about them. Xiangdong's father, that gigolo, is a bloodsucking leech. You'll find out when you go back to our hometown."

She described the personalities of her family members.

"You just live your life with Xiangdong. Spend more time contacting Tingting; she's a timid girl."

"Mom..." Shen Huijun forced a smile, "Xiangdong and I will take good care of Tingting."

Song Xianglan thought of Song Tingting and mentally planned the days ahead. When she got back, she would give Yang Dashan a good beating and scolding, and vent all the resentment from her past and present lives.

Don't let your enemy die, but make him poor so he can see you have money.

The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law ate their meal.

Song Xianglan took a hoe and cleared the soil inside the courtyard wall. Shen Huijun, who was reading inside the house, also came over to help.

Song Xianglan pushed him back, saying, "Go back and study."

"Mom, my parents told me to take good care of you."

"We don't have that many rules between us, mother and daughter-in-law. Listen to me, study hard and get into a good university." Song Xianglan pointed to the land in the yard, "I'll plant the vegetables before I go back. You can ask Aunt Wang for advice later."

Shen Huijun nodded. "I'll listen to Mom."

When her son got married, Song Xianglan had a daughter.

In less than two hours, she had turned the soil over. The turned soil needs to be exposed to the sun for two or three days before planting vegetables.

Song Xianglan sat in the courtyard to rest.

A family walked by; they were all wearing patched clothes. But they looked clean and tidy, and the way they walked indicated that they were cultured intellectuals.

"Hello, are you our in-laws?" Mrs. Shen knocked on the courtyard gate first.

Song Xianglan quickly got up to open the door, her trouser legs still rolled up and her sleeves rolled up to her elbows.

"Hello, in-laws. Please come in."

As Song Xianglan invited them in, she called out loudly to Shen Huijun. After calling out, she added, "Huijun is in her room."

Shen Huijun came out of the house.

"Dad, Mom."

She walked quickly to Song Xianglan and began to introduce her:

"Mom. These are my parents, and this is my eldest brother and sister-in-law. My second brother and sister-in-law aren't here. I also have an older sister who got married early and doesn't live on Qingshan Island. My younger brother is still in school today; he'll come over after school."